Rush (Gods #2)(30)

A bolt of lust shoots through me. I grind my clit against his stomach, needing him.

He sucks the water off my breast, finger-fucking me.

"I want you," I pant, not caring where we are now.

We could have an audience, and I wouldn't stop.

I push his swim shorts down his hips, using my feet to lever them down, freeing his cock.

He kisses back up to my mouth, lowering me down to his cock. He shoves  my panties aside and then thrusts up until he's sheathed to the hilt.

My screams echo around the room.

He's deep. So very deep inside me.

"Hush," he admonishes throatily, teeth biting down on my bottom lip.  "You will bring people in, making noise like that. Don't make me gag  you." Mischievous eyes lift to mine, sparkling with heat and lust.

I wind my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and give it a tug. "Fuck you," I say.

He chuckles. "There's my dirty girl." He pulls his cock out, and in one swift move, he slams it all the way back in.

I bite my lip to stop from screaming again.

"That's it," he croons, teeth biting along my jaw and up to my mouth. He  takes it in a deep kiss. "Take what I have to give you, baby."

One hand tangled in my hair, the other holding my ass, he fucks me hard  and desperately, like it's been a month, not a little over a day since  he was last inside me.

"No more fighting," he groans.

"Not unless we get to make up like this."

He chuckles low and deep, the sound rippling through me, like the water surrounding me.

I can feel the muscles in my stomach beginning to tighten. My orgasm not far away.

"I'm close," I tell him. "Just keep doing that … right there."

His hand squeezes my ass, slightly tilting it, causing his cock to drag along my clit, and I go off like a rocket.

"Fuck," he grunts, eyes closed, his forehead pressed to mine. "You're making me come, babe … "

His cock jerks inside me as he starts coming.

We're both panting, our breaths mingling. My body humming from the orgasm.

"So, that was a first," he murmurs.

"What?"

"Sex in a pool."

"You've never done it in a pool before?"

He pulls back, and narrowed eyes stare into mine. His jaw tight. "No. Have you?"

"No. But you should see the look on your face right now."

"That was mean." He pokes me in my side, making me squirm and laugh.

"We should probably get out of here," I say.

"Yeah," he agrees. "Don't want to push our luck any more than we already have."

I pause, my brow rising. "I thought you said no one used the pool during the day."                       
       
           



       

A slow grin slides across his face.

"You asshole!" I shove at his chest. "Someone could have caught us!"

"But they didn't. And, even if they had, it would've been worth it."

"Yeah," I sigh, agreeing with him. Because pool sex with him is hot as hell.

He kisses me one last time and then pulls out of me. "Although I should  probably let building maintenance know that the pool needs cleaning," he  says as he hoists himself out of the pool, sitting on the side.

It takes me a second to realize what he means, and then I stare down,  realizing that his cum will be leaking out of my body and into the  water.

"Shit," I groan. "Just don't tell them why it needs cleaning."

"Wasn't gonna." He gets to his feet. "I was just going to tell them that  my girlfriend had an accident in the pool." He grins and then saunters  over to grab his towel.

I can't even bring myself to yell at him because he just called me his girlfriend.

His girlfriend.

That's the first time since we started dating that he's ever referred to me as that.

And I now have the biggest, goofiest grin on my face ever.

I hoist myself out of the pool. My top is dripping wet, so I pull it off  over my head and squeeze the excess water out of it. I retrieve my wet  skirt and shoes from the floor.

Ares walks over with a towel and wraps it around my body, securing it  with a tuck at my bust. Then, he leans down and presses a soft kiss to  my lips. "Ready?" he asks.

"Yep." I take my boyfriend's offered hand and let him lead me out of there, toward the elevator, and down to his apartment.





"Stop fidgeting," Ares says kindly.

We're standing outside the restaurant on Park Avenue where the taxi just  dropped us off, where we're having dinner with Ares's family before  Missy and Lo go back to their respective colleges. I'm wearing a  capped-sleeve lemon dress that's fitted at the waist and bust and flares  out on the skirt, and I have white strappy sandals on that have  skyscraper heels. I need to wear them if I'm having dinner with his  bunch of supersize humans.

Missy told me that Cam is tall, too. Five-nine and a former ballet dancer.

I swear, I'm going to look like a Chihuahua among a bunch of Great Danes.

"I can't help it. I'm nervous." I shift on my feet. "What if Zeus, Cam, and Lo don't like me?"

"Why wouldn't they?"

"Um, a million reasons. I have a criminal record. I'm a drunk." I tick off the reasons on my fingers.

"You're not a drunk. You had a substance abuse issue, and now, you're sober."

"Semantics. They're going to think I'm not good enough for you."

"Babe, stop. I assure you, they're going to be wondering what the hell a  stunner like you is doing with me. Trust me. And I'm fully expecting  for Lo to actually ask that question."

"You're funny."

He takes my chin in his hand, tilting my head back, bringing my eyes up  to his. "I'm serious. You're amazing, babe. They're going to love you."

Do you?

I know it's only been a short time that we've been together, but I'm pretty sure that I'm in love with this guy.

Okay, I'm not pretty sure. I am sure.

I'm totally gone for him.

But I have no clue if he feels the same.

And no way in hell am I telling him first. I'm just going to wait until he says it … if he ever does.

God, I hope he does.

"Where have you gone?" he asks, carefully eyeing me.

"Nowhere." I force a smile.

"Babe … I know we already talked about this … that they serve alcohol here.  But, if at any point it's too much for you, let me know, and we can  leave."

"I'll be okay."

"I don't doubt that. But, in the small instance it isn't-"

"You'll be the first I tell."

He presses a soft kiss to my lips. "Let's go inside."

He takes my hand and leads me inside the restaurant.

"Do you have a reservation?" the host asks when we approach.

"Yes. Under Kincaid," Ares tells him.

"The rest of your party is already here." He smiles. "Follow me."

The host leads us to our table, and my stomach is swimming with nerves.

I see them all seated around the table. Missy is already here, looking  gorgeous, as always, in a powder-blue dress. On one side of her is a  younger-looking Ares, who has to be Lo-seriously good-looking-and on her  other side is a stunning brunette, who I'm guessing is Cam. Next to her  is a slighter bigger version of Ares, which can only be Zeus-sweet  Lord, he's handsome but not as handsome as Ares, of course-and next to  him is a huge blond guy, who has to be Kaden Scott. Also really  good-looking.                       
       
           



       

Kaden isn't family, but he's as good as to Zeus and Cam, and I know Missy is close to him, too.

Kaden used to be a boxer until, believe it or not, a boxing match with Zeus Kincaid left Kaden unconscious and in a coma.

Ares told me how messed up Zeus had been after it happened and how he  stepped up and paid for Kaden's medical bills and rehabilitation.

They've been close ever since.

"Finally! We've been dying of starvation here, waiting for you to show up," Zeus says to Ares, a lightheartedness to his tone.

"We're not even late, dipshit."

Zeus chuckles out a deep, rumbling laugh.

Ares puts his arm around my shoulders, giving me a gentle squeeze. "Ari,  this is my older brother, Zeus, and his better half, Cam. That is Kaden  Scott, and you know Missy, so I'll skip her. And the idiot sitting next  to her is my younger brother, Lo."

"Thanks, man," Lo says, giving Ares the middle finger.

"Hi, everyone." I smile. "It's great to meet you all."

Cam gets to her feet and comes around the table to us. "It's so good to  finally meet you, Ari. We've heard so much about you." Then, she hugs  me, kissing my cheek. "You're right, Ares; she's gorgeous," she says to  him, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek.

We all take our seats, Ares holding mine out for me, like the gentleman he is.

The waiter appears. "Can I get you a drink?"

A glance at the table tells me everyone has already ordered. I notice there's no alcohol on the table at all.