Page 170 of Wild Then Wed
Heat shoots down my spine and my dick gets hard so fast it’s almost embarrassing. I try to breathe like I’m a normal person and not like I’m seconds away from losing my grip on every ounce of self-control I’ve managed to hold onto around her. I shift lower in the water and pull my forearms up onto the rim of the tub, adjusting the angle of my hips and silently thanking God for the jets.
She walks toward the hot tub slowly, carefully, then lowers herself into the water across from me. Her breath catches when the heat hits her legs. She eases in with one hand gripping theedge, her chest rising and falling. The water soaks the fabric instantly, darkening it, clinging tighter to her breasts.
My eyes drag over every inch of her, and it’s a conscious effort not to let my mouth fall open. Every thought I’ve had about playing it safe? Gone. Obliterated. Shattered into oblivion.
She’s fucking stunning. Beautiful in a way that hits so fast it knocks the wind out of me.
I want her.
My dick throbs, and I bite the inside of my cheek.
She leans back against the tile. Her collarbones stay above the water, her chest still rising slow with each breath, the heat bringing more color to her skin. She shifts her legs under the water, and one brushes mine.
Her eyes flick to the champagne in my hand. “You started without me?”
My voice catches for a second. I clear my throat and manage, “Didn’t think you were actually coming out here.”
She smirks a little and takes the cup I offer her, taking a long sip. “This is damn good.”
I huff a quiet laugh, watching the way her lips linger around the rim of the cup. “Agreed.”
And it is—smooth, crisp, with just enough sweetness to keep it from biting too hard. Bright in a way that cuts through the heat, almost refreshing. Which is saying something, considering it’s been sitting out longer than it should.
Wren takes another sip, her eyes flicking over to mine as she swirls what’s left in her cup. There’s a hesitation there—thoughtful, maybe a little mischievous. Then she says, “We should play a game or something.”
I glance at her, surprised. “Yeah? What kind of game?”
She doesn’t answer right away. Just tips back the rest of her drink, then sets the cup on the edge of the tub. Her eyes stayon mine the whole time, steady. Almost daring. She licks a drop from her bottom lip, leans back again, and says, “Truth or dare.”
I grin, mostly because I can’t help it. Whatever version of Wren this is—brave, flushed from the champagne and the heat and maybe just a little tipsy—I’m all in. “You’re on.”
She holds her cup out toward me. “Top me off.”
I grab the bottle and pour without looking away from her, careful not to spill it. She takes it back and rests the base against her thigh, water beading off her skin.
Her voice is casual. “So, which one? Truth or dare?”
I hesitate. Part of me wants to say dare just to match the energy she’s giving me right now. But the other part—the rational one that’s a little chickenshit and still remembers there’s only one bed in that room—plays it safe.
She tilts her head and pretends to think, but I can already see the smile forming before she even says it. “Okay. Let’s start with something easy. Have you ever had sex in public?”
I laugh, a little too loud, shaking my head. “Jesus Christ, Wren. That’s easy?”
She shrugs, taking another sip, her mouth fighting a full-blown grin. “That’s a yes.”
I’m still grinning when I finally say it. “Fine. Yeah. It’s true.” I lean back, resting my arm along the edge behind me. “What about you? Haven’t you? Or not really your style?”
She lifts one shoulder, water sliding off her skin. “I just haven’t really had the opportunity. So I don’t know if I’d like it.”
The end of her ponytail floats behind her, dipping and swirling in the water, and something about the way she says it—a little unguarded—makes my chest tighten. It shouldn’t affect me as much as it does, but it does.
I clear my throat, shifting against the jets. “Alright. Your turn. Truth or dare?”
She presses her lips together, pretending to think, but there’s a gleam in her eye now. “Truth.”
I take a sip, let the bubbles settle on my tongue. Then I look right at her and ask, “Have you ever sexted someone and immediately regretted it?”
Her jaw drops. “Oh my god.”
