Page 76 of Saving Ren
“Sure.” She shrugs at the same time she aims a small smile in my direction.
“Don’t move,” I order before going back inside and collecting my phone. Hooking it up to the new Bluetooth speaker system I’d had installed last summer, I choose a playlist, and Bruno Mars, ‘Just The Way You Are,’ is first up as I head back outside.
“Fuck me,” I declare and come to a stop when I see Lauren standing next to the spa, totally naked.
From her toes, up to where her fingertips rub against each other in a repeated nervous action at her sides, I take her in. Allowing my eyes to settle for a while on her full, perfectly round tits, noting the way her chest is rising and falling rapidly. When I shift my gaze to her face, her mouth is partly open, blue eyes wide, brows drawn together, and I realise she looks terrified.
Unconsciously, I shake my head.
“You are so fucking gorgeous,” I tell her.
“Don’t,” she shakes her head and murmurs, “I just. . . you just need to see. . .” She trails off when without moving any closer, I take off all of my clothes. With just the sound of Bruno’s voice, accompanied by the bubbles from the spa jets, we stare for a few long moments before I shift our drinks from the table to the cup holders built into the side of the spa.
I step in, then hold my hand out to help Lauren.
“Get your tits, arse, and wobbly bits in here, woman, before I fuck you on the deck for the whole peninsula to see.”
Because of how my house is built into the side of a hill, and the positioning of the established trees surrounding it, most of the upper deck is hidden from my neighbours, anyone on the beach, or passing by on the road in front.
Despite the seclusion, I watch Lauren’s eyes dart over my shoulder, then to each end of my deck, before taking my hand. Once in, I pull her flush against me, and she presses her forehead against my chest.
“No one can see us up here, Ren.” Wrapping one arm around her waist and brushing my fingers up and down her spine with my other hand, I kiss the top of her head.
“You sure? I don’t want my wobbly bits and bruises to cause a car crash on the esplanade or someone to drown out on the bay.”
Her forehead still pressed against my chest, she says all of this to the water bubbling around our legs.
“How about I turn you around. That way, if anyone does happen to have the ability to see through trees, they’ll only get an eyeful ofmyarse and nothing of yours.”
Holding her shoulders, I turn her around but keep her held flush against me. Like it has been all day, her hair is still piled up on top of her head, exposing her neck and shoulders to me. Brushing my palms as gently as I can from her hips to beneath her tits, I kiss from behind her ear to her shoulder. Following the same path back to her ear, I use my teeth.
Her back arches slightly, and she tilts her head to rest on my pec. I take this opportunity to drag my fingers from just below her belly button, up her torso, between her tits, all the way to her exposed throat. Cupping her jaw in my hand, I turn her head so my mouth can meet hers. Kissing her wet and deep, I roll my hips, letting her know exactly what effect she’s having on me.
Both my hands find her tits, my thumbs brushing across her nipples before I squeeze and pull at them.
“Gabe,” the sound of my name on a breathy sigh shoots straight to my dick, and it twitches against her. Trailing the fingers of one hand down to between her legs, I drag my teeth along the curve of her neck and whisper against her ear.
“Open up, Ren, lift your leg onto the seat. I want inside you.”
Her body jerks before going rigid against me, and panic hits that I’ve hurt her somehow.
“What? What is it?” I ask, remaining as still as she is.
The only sound is from the spa jets and the bubbles they’re creating around our legs. A car engine revs out on the esplanade, Michael Hutchins sings about needing someone tonight, and I’m right there with him.
Lauren doesn’t say a word.
Moving my hands to her shoulders, I turn her back around to face me. Her hip brushes the tip of my dick as she moves, and I fight not to grind against her.
“Ren?” Using my index finger, I left her chin till her eyes meet mine in the fading afternoon light.
Despite standing naked in warm, knee-deep water, I hadn’t noticed the air temperature until Lauren’s erect nipples brush against me, and I feel the goosebumps that have risen on her skin.
Pulling her closer, I keep my eyes on hers. “Tell me what’s wrong?”
“I didn’t shower this morning,” she slides her gaze to the side and replies.
“What?”
