Hard(32)

Pinned.

My arms stretched alongside hers, gripping the wall and trapping her between my bulk and the cement. She knew exactly what I was up to.

“This is a swimming lesson?” She asked.

I pressed against her. She didn’t buck me away. “Best I could do without floaties.”

“I’m going to drown, and I’m taking you with me.”

I laughed. “It’s all about getting comfortable in the water. Don’t worry. I won’t make you dive and tie military knots like they did for my training.”

I nudged closer. Her mocha skin glistened with droplets of water, and her delicate neck begged for a gentle kiss. But I was a gentleman. Shay was worth candle light. Roses. Champagne.

My gaze settled on the pool jet, positioned just right for a treat better than romance.

She deserved something more fun. Something that would reward her for not clawing my eyes out and tolerating the dunk into the pool.

I moved her along the wall, inch by inch. “If you give it a chance, you’ll love the water.”

“Doubt it.”

“Really? I always thought it was soothing.”

She snorted. “You like it so much? Why don’t you slip under the surface and take a deep breath?”

Oh, sure she wanted to kill me now. All part of the plan. In a few seconds, she’d be singing my praises. I chuckled and edged her a bit closer…

“Swimming is actually a very pleasurable experience.”

“So is kicking your lily ass—”

I nudged her in front of the jet. The bubbled force hit that perfect crest between her legs. Shay flinched so much she might have leapt out of the pool and taken half the water with her. I didn’t let her go. I held her against me. Hard. Her tummy pressed into the wall.

I knew where that jet was aiming.

“Za—Zach…”

“Now you’re getting it. The pool is nothing to fear.”

I grinned, but she couldn’t see it. I doubted she saw anything. Her fidgeting only trapped her closer to the jet. I knew that was a pressure she hadn’t felt since I dove between her thighs and lapped at her perfectly sweet, perfectly tight little pussy.

“I…Zach…”

Her words trembled. I chuckled, leaning over her. “The secret to all of this? You can’t be afraid of the water. Gotta be confident about it.”

“Confident…”

She shuddered. When a wave of pleasure hit her, it crippled her. During our night together, I clutched at her body as she collapsed into a helpless bundle of sensations and overwhelmed intensity.

Absolutely fucking sexy.

I loved it. Every fucking minute of it. My women always enjoyed themselves, but Shay made an orgasm into a religious experience.

I had to see her come again.

I had to feel it.

Three fucking weeks had passed since I took her. I’d held her. Felt her. Pumped my cock so deep inside her clenching pussy I thought her slit would rip it off, and I hardly fucking cared. Her taste was on my tongue, her tightness still tormenting my shaft.

Three weeks was too long a wait.

The least I could do was watch her crumble in my arms as I delivered her the greatest orgasm she ever had. Shay could ignore me all she wanted, but touching herself would never replicate the attention I gave.

Sex was an art, and I was the most gifted son of a bitch she ever welcomed inside that tight little slit.

And she made one hell of a muse.

“You just gotta give into it.” I grinned. “You can’t fight it. Got that, Shay?”

I wasn’t talking about swimming. Shay couldn’t hear me anyway.

“But once you get used to it…”

Shay murmured something. I let my hand trail over her arms, to her side, tickling her stomach, then lower. She didn’t stop me. I didn’t think she would. If the girl was wound tight enough to freak out over a bad spaghetti dinner, she probably needed this more than I did.

Maybe.

Not like I was sleeping well at night. Just down the hall rested the most unbelievably beautiful, challenging, and passionate woman I ever met. Living in close proximity was a fun tease, but I wanted more. A shared bed. Tangled sheets. Her whispering affectionate and perfect words instead of insults.

Her pleasure.

I’d roll over an IED for a chance to take her again. Fuck our parents’ ridiculous marriage. I didn’t care if we were step-siblings or not. I wanted Shay more than I ever wanted any other woman, and I’d prove it to her the best way I knew how.

My fingers tangled in the florescent pink bottoms. She gripped my hand, but releasing her hold on the wall only weakened her more. She groaned, even as she tried to bite her lip to silence her mew of excitement.

“I think you might eventually like swimming,” I whispered.