Page 121 of The Hearts We Fumble
We hang around, catching up with friends. I finalize plans with Everly and Tate for our trip to Texas for the game while Ava and Hallyn talk about traveling with the dance team. After three glasses of champagne and another spin around the dance floor, I’m ready to call it a night.
Zane only had one beer, so he drives us home. The ride is quiet, comfortable, his hand resting on my thigh, his thumb brushing lazy circles against my skin.
When he parks in the driveway, I turn to him with a slow smile. “Hot tub?”
His brows lift. “You gonna let me fuck you in the hot tub?”
My breath hitches, but I nod. “Yes.”
A low hum of approval rumbles in his chest. He reaches for the door handle, stepping out, then extends a hand to help me out on his side.
The backyard is quiet as we slip through the gate, the soft glow of the pool lights reflecting off the water. The guesthouse windows overlook the space, but with Myla gone for the weekend, no one is here to interrupt us.
Zane flicks on the hot tub lights, the jets bubbling to life. When he turns to face me, I don’t hesitate.
I grab the hem of my tank top, pulling it over my head. My strapless bra is next, the clasp between my breasts releasing as I let it drop.
Zane’s gaze darkens, his attention riveted to every movement.
Next, I unbuckle my belt, unbutton my jeans, and slowly push them over my hips. My booties come off easily, followed by my jeans, leaving me in nothing but my socks and black lace thong.
Zane shakes his head, voice gruff. “All of it. Now.”
Holding his stare, I lift one foot, peeling off a sock, then the other. Then, finally, I hook my thumbs into the lace and slip them down my legs, letting them fall onto the pile of clothes.
I move to the railing, stepping into the heated water. A sharp breath escapes as the warmth collides with my cooler skin. I gather my hair into a loose bun, securing it away from my face.
Zane follows, never taking his eyes off me as he strips off his shirt, then his jeans, leaving his underwear for last. His hard length bobs against his stomach, and I reach for him before he can fully step into the water.
Wrapping my hand around his cock, I stroke him slowly.
“Jesus, Wy, what are you doing?”
I grin, leaning forward to swipe my tongue along the swollen head. “What does it look like?”
His fingers tangle in my hair, his grip firm as he thrusts into my mouth. A guttural groan escapes him, his head tipping back.
“Fuck, that feels good. Keep that up, and I won’t last long enough to be inside you.”
I hum around him, taking him deeper, my hand working in sync with each movement. His grip tightens in my hair, a low growl rumbling in his chest.
Then, he cups my chin, tilting my head back until our eyes lock. His dark stare is intense, filled with something primal.
“Open your mouth,” he commands, his voice rough with need.
I do, sticking out my tongue. His eyes flash. Then he spits.
A moan rips from my throat as heat floods my body.
“You like that?” He does it again. “Use it. Get me nice and wet before I fuck you in this hot tub.”
I don’t hesitate, taking him back into my mouth and dragging my tongue along his length.
His hands find my hair again, his hips thrusting as his breath comes in short pants. “Fuck, Wy.”
I work him harder, my grip firm, my tongue teasing, until he jerks my head back, his eyes blazing.
“I need to be inside you. Now.”
