Page 8 of These Reckless Hearts

Wyatt shrugs. “Pretty much.”

I do as he showed, but I turn sideways and have to break the surface to catch my breath. “Okay, that’s harder than a handstand.”

He winks. “We’ll try diving next.”

My heart thumps in my chest, letting all my cares go away and concentrating on the somersault. I dive into the water like he did the first time and windmill my arms around. I break the surface with a huge gulp of air. “Was that it?”

He makes a face. “Kind of.”

I groan and try again. This time, I push off the concrete bottom and launch myself forward, making the flip easier. I come up for air with a smile on my face. I know I got it that time.

Wyatt high fives me before tugging me close and laying a huge, smacking kiss on my cheek. “Killin’ it, Tits. You ready to try diving?”

I step toward the side of the pool and pull myself out. Rivulets of water stream down my body, and Wyatt pauses to stare before hoisting himself out after me. “You know this is killing me, right?” He steps close, hands coming up to cup my breasts, fingers tracing my hardened peaks.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” I promise, moving further into his touch.

“Just being here is worth everything.” His husky voice speaks volumes, and I know if I’m not careful, I’ll get swept away with what my body wants to do.

I place my hands on his hips. “You promised me a diving lesson.”

He groans but steps away, walking backward toward the deep end. His toes grip the edge when he turns. “I learned on the side of the pool first. It’s easier than starting on the diving board. The first thing you do is hinge at the hips and fall forward.” He shows me, entering the water with his hands straight out in front of him, cutting through the surface smoothly.

He swims toward the ladder and climbs it until he’s standing next to me on the concrete again. Positioning himself behind me, he’s too close to be anything but a tease. He bends me over at the hips with a strong hand down my spine, then tugs me back against his thickening cock. My ass cups him, and my pussy floods with want. “Hold your hands out in front of you,” he instructs. “Let yourself fall and try to bring your legs up behind you when you do.”

He squeezes me one last time before backing away, letting me dive even though I know he wants what I want in this moment.

I do as he says, letting myself fall into the pool. My knees splash in, so there’s no way I went vertically, but I keep trying until I can evenly push off the edge and glide through the water. On my last dive, Wyatt’s waiting for me in the shallower end, hands stretched over his head in victory. “Smartest student I’ve ever had.”

I swim to his position on the ramp, his chest half submerged in the water. “I bet you could teach me a lot of things, cowboy.”

“I can,” Wyatt grinds out. “I can’t get one image out of my head.” He backs me against the pool edge then turns me around to face the mountains. They’re only a big, black shadow in the distance, but I know they’re there. The stars shine down on them from high in the sky, and I take a moment to gawk until Wyatt’s hand sneaks around my midsection. He presses me back, the heel of his palm skimming over my skin while his fingers seek the area between my legs.

I let out a gasp of surprise and widen my stance. The water laps at us in caressing waves while he finds my clit and swirls. He drapes his chest along my back, his heavy breaths flirting with my ear. “I want to fuck you like this, Tits. I’ve been staring at your gleaming pussy all night, and I need it.”

He sinks his finger inside my core in one sure thrust, and I cry out, my hands gripping the cement lip in front of me. “Yes,” I breathe, pushing my ass back and butting against his hard cock. He works his finger in and out before retreating only to re-enter with two. My knuckles turn white as I revel in the plethora of sensations—Wyatt’s touch, his hard body, the water adding yet another pleasureful caress. “Is this part of my pool lesson?”

“You know it, babe.” He leans over and bites my neck. Pain lances my skin, but his lashing tongue smooths it over until I’m working my hips in time with his movements, making sure I rub against his cock.

With his palm on my stomach, he uses his free hand to skirt up my spine and lean me over. The water teases my nipples until I’m aching so badly for him I can’t stand it. Extricating himself from my pussy, he then rubs my clit in frantic motions as he lines us up. I push back, searching for the head of his dick, eager for him. “Wyatt,” I gasp, pleasure building in delicious waves. He thrusts inside, the pad of his thumb pressing down on my clit until I come, my core clenching around his cock repeatedly.

“Yes,” he grunts. He retreats and then fills me in one solid movement, working my orgasm higher until I’m panting at the crescendo. Holding my hips in place, he hammers sure strokes into my core. I bend at the waist to change the angle and both of us groan. “Jesus, Dakota. You undo me.” He wraps my wet hair in his fist and pulls until I lock eyes with him. The adoring, passionate stare gracing his features makes me work back against him until our movements slow to steady exclamation points of powerful thrusts. “You’re the strongest woman I know. Smart. Beautiful. The sexiest part about you is that you know who you are, what you want, and how you’re going to get it.”

I bite my lip as his words sink into me. Damn, this boy. Of course he would find a way to build me up while he threatens to make me crumble at his feet. He doesn’t let me glance away; he keeps my face turned toward him as he wrings pleasure out of both of us. My arcing back demands gratification while he gives it freely and openly. The water around us shifts to tumultuous waves crashing the edge of the pool as our movements become more frenzied. This is exactly what I needed. He’s turned this position of vulnerability into one of utmost strength.

“Take it, Dakota,” he moans. I push back against him, and his mouth falls open. “Fuck, fuck.” He lets go of my hair and grips my hips, slamming into me until he comes, the noises passing his lips a secret between us that I’ll lock inside my heart. He breathes out, shudders once, then spins me around. His lips find my mouth, kissing me desperately, plunging his tongue inside as he kneads my breasts in his hands. He hoists me in the air, breaking the kiss. My ass finds the edge of the warm cement while he pries my knees open and settles his face between my legs. His hot breaths hit my soaked core, and I lean back on my hands, widening my stance to give him as much access as he needs.

He doesn’t use words anymore to mold me into someone new. He uses quick flicks and long licks of his skilled tongue. His fingers dig into my hips as I prop my heels up on the poolside—completely exposed under the light from the stars—letting him caress me from back to front.

He delves deep until short cries part my lips and there’s nothing but pleasure coaxing my body higher. “Wyatt, yes, that feels so good.”

He moans over my clit, and my toes curl.

“Fuck me, that feels amazing.”

He tongues my bundle of nerves until I’m rocking into him, my cries expanding and heightening. When my orgasm crashes into me, a short scream escapes that leaves me moaning in the aftershocks.

I lay back on the cement, trying to catch my breath. He pulls himself out of the water and hauls me to shaky feet before throwing me over his shoulder. “You’re in my bed tonight, beautiful girl.”

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