As hard as it is, I break our kiss, resting my forehead against his. "You haven’t fucked me. Are you sleeping with someone else?" My voice is a weak whisper. But I have to know before I give myself to him. I’ve fallen for him completely and the knowledge that this isn’t exclusive would kill me.
His determined gaze meets mine. "No. There’s been no one else." He kisses my lips chastely. "I haven’t fucked anyone in two years."
I let out an audible gasp. Two years? Why? "Vow of celibacy?" I joke.
"Something like that." His expression is somber and his jaw clenches, like he wants to say more, but doesn’t.
"We could fix that…" The words linger in the humid air between us and our eyes remained locked together.
I scissor my legs around his waist and his hands move down to my ass, holding me as though I’m weightless in the water. I can feel his erection through his swim shorts and I grind against him, producing a grunt of satisfaction that murmurs deep in his throat.
He presses his hips forward, rocking slightly, the pressure against my clit maddening. In just a few short weeks, I’ve become addicted to his touch.
"Is that what you want, sweetness? My cock buried inside your hot little cunt?"
The friction is incredible and my eyes slip closed. "Y-yes," I admit.
Colton’s fingers find my bare center and he lightly strokes me, one finger sliding against my silken heat, teasing, testing, as he moves. He circles my clit without putting direct contact there. I whimper in frustration and Colton nips at my lower lip, drawing it into his mouth and sucking.
"I want to taste you. I want to fuck you with my mouth and my fingers first. I want to make sure you’re ready to handle me." He presses his cock into my center and buries his face in my neck. I love that I can feel how badly he wants me.
The need to be closer is an all-consuming desire and I wind my legs tighter around his waist as if to draw him nearer. Just the thought of how easily he’ll glide into me in the warm water has me wet and ready.
With my arms planted on his shoulders, I rock against him, loving the feel of his rigid cock brushing my center and the tiny grunts he releases as he kisses my lips.
I uncross my legs from around his waist, my bare feet coming to a rest on the pool floor and I begin unlacing the string holding his swim trunks closed. Colton watches my hands work beneath the water. His tanned torso glistening with water is too inviting. I want to lick each droplet from his abs, but my goal at the moment is to have his beautiful cock in my hands.
My heart pounds unevenly as I realize this is finally it. He’s not stopping me.
Realizing something other than me has captured his attention, I follow his gaze to the glass door leading into the house. Beth is standing in the open doorway looking at us.
Geez, awkward much?
"Mr. Drake…" she starts.
"Some privacy, please?" he growls shooting her an icy glare.
"But sir…"
"Get out!" he barks, but Beth doesn’t retreat.
What the hell is going on?
"Mr. Drake, your wife is here," she says.
Spots dance in my vision and I sway, unsteady on my feet. A woman steps out behind Beth – tall, and regal with locks of red hair cascading down onto her shoulders and the iciest glare pointed directly at me.
Colton
I lock eyes with Stella and my erection instantly fades. She steps out onto the patio surrounding the pool and comes to an abrupt halt, realizing I’m not alone. She looks older, harsher in the broad daylight – little lines crinkle around her eyes and her mouth puckers in a frown.
Her gaze collides with Sophie and I have the sudden urge to shield Sophie’s body from Stella’s cruel perusal – like her gaze alone will damage my sweet, pure Sophie. I glance to Sophie, who’s naked, pale and trembling.
"Well, now I see what’s been keeping you so busy," Stella says, her voice devoid of any emotion.
Sophie steps back away from me, the loss of her touch unwelcome and unwanted. "C-Colton?" Her shaky voice is a weak whisper.
I don’t respond. I can’t. All I can do it stare into the sweetest pair of blue eyes I’ve ever seen and pray to God she’ll let me explain.
"Yes, he’s married, sweetheart, so I suggest you get your naked behind out of my pool before I call the police," Stella says, placing one manicured hand against her hip.
A single tear rolls down Sophie’s cheek as she moves further away from me and climbs from the pool, nude and shaking like a leaf.
My newly mended heart shatters into a million tiny pieces as everything I thought I’d gained in the last several weeks is lost again.
"Soph…" I hoist myself up over the edge of the pool and reach for her, but she jogs for the glass doors, bypassing the towels in her hurry to get away from Stella.
Fuck.
The ache in my chest intensifies. Stella’s voice cuts through the dark thoughts swirling in my head. I can’t lose Sophie. There’s more happening between us than what either of us ever expected.
I’ve fallen in love with her.
Just as the thought rushes through me, I know I may have lost her already.
Filthy Beautiful Love