Page 92 of Wilder Love
“Game on.” I turned us around and flung her off me. She flew into the air and hit the water with a splash.
“What the hell,” she shouted when she bobbed to the surface.
“If you want me, come and get me.” I draped my arms across the pool ledge and waited to see what her next move would be.
She glared at me then swam to the opposite end of the pool and levered herself out. In all her naked glory, she sauntered around the perimeter of the pool, hips swaying, her posture perfect, a look on her face that I’d never seen before. Predatory. She was coming for me. Her wet hair partially covered her breasts and my gaze drifted south, over her taut stomach, hips and pelvic bone, and down those long legs that had been wrapped around my waist only minutes earlier. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. All the blood rushed out of my head and straight to my dick. It was hard as stone, bobbing on the surface of the water.
I had no clue what we were doing, but it felt dangerous. Therefore, I was in. Old habits die hard.
She towered above me, giving me a prime view of her beautiful pussy. I needed to be inside it but not in a pool. Hated to burst her bubble, but that wasn’t happening. The whole lube thing, or lack thereof, made it far less enjoyable than one would suspect. I’d figured that out the summer I was sixteen and we didn’t need to repeat my stupid mistakes. I snagged my T-shirt from the pool deck and laid it out at her feet.
“Sit,” I said with a flourish of my hand.
Remy sat on the edge of the pool in front of me, her legs dangling in the water. I lifted one of her legs out of the water and planted her foot flat on the deck and then the other. Nudging her knees apart, I slid my hands under her and pulled her toward me until her bottom was at the very edge, right in front of my face.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Eating my dessert.” My tongue dipped into her soft folds and then I feasted.
* * *
We wereone week into this arrangement, and I was under no illusions that this could actually work or that Remy would be happy with this for much longer. Whatever we were doing felt temporary. She’d given me the keys to her brother’s house and late at night, I’d slip into her room under the cover of night, climb into bed behind her and slide inside her. Even when she was still half asleep, she’d reach for me, her mouth seeking my mouth, kissing and sucking and biting. She was always so ready for me. Wet and warm and eager.
I’d fuck her and then I’d leave her, never staying the night. It was easier to pretend that it was just fucking, with no emotions attached but we both knew better. She didn’t ask me for any promises. Didn’t ask me for a damn thing. Which made me feel like a dick. I knew Remy, and I knew that down deep, she hadn’t really changed. So, I knew this was hurting her, and I knew she wanted more from me.
But I wasn’t sure I could give her more.
Knocking softly to let her know I was here, I eased open her bedroom door. Her queen-sized bed was empty, and I followed the sound of raised voices to the open French doors. Firefly was sitting on the balcony, her legs tucked under her chin, a glass of wine in her hand. She held a finger to her lips as I lowered myself to the ground across from her. From here, we had a partial view of the pool and every word of the argument going on below us was amplified.
“…same old shit every fucking time, Sienna. You’re twenty-five years old and you’re still letting your daddy call the shots.”
“That’s not true. I just have to handle the situation—”
“It’s not a fucking situation. It’s a family wedding that I’m not invited to. Nothing has changed. Nothing ever will.”
The sound of something smashing against the tiles made Remy suck in her breath and close her eyes. “Oh Dylan,” she whispered.
“Dylan, stop. Please,” Sienna cried. “I love you.”
“You don’t love me,” Dylan shouted. “You never have. I wasn’t good enough for you when I didn’t have money. Now I have money and I’mstillnot good enough.”
“I’m doing you a favor. You would hate every minute of it. It’s a formal occasion. You’d have to wear a tux and socialize with my family and—”
“And I guess the asshole your daddy chose to be your date is good at all that. Why are you even with me, Sienna? If I embarrass you so much. Don’t your rich country club boyfriends fuck you like I do? Is that why you keep coming back for more? A bit of rough on the side, is that it?”
“No. I love you and I can’t lose you. I want to get back what we had.”
“You had me. You had all of me. But you broke your promise.”
“I couldn’t… my parents threatened…”
A chair flew into the pool, another chair swiftly on the heels of the first one and I could only guess who had hurled them. Remy muttered something about the Titanic while the scene downstairs raged on. We shouldn’t be eavesdropping on this conversation. I tried to coax Remy inside, but she stubbornly refused to budge.
“You’re acting crazy, Dylan.”
“You make me fucking crazy. You said it would be different this time. Lies. All. Fucking. Lies. Why do I believe anything that comes out of your lying lips?”
“I shouldn’t have come over. You’re such an ass.”
