Page 26 of My Puckin' Luck
“Birthday suit will do.” She cocks her head at me. “Or lingerie. What color are you wearing? Tell me, is it peach today?” I demand.
My favorite game of guessing titillates me. She doesn’t know that I’ve ordered in another set of lingerie in even more colors to keep the game going. I enjoy buying her things. Finally, something useful to do with my money.
“No. Red, today.” She may stifle a smile, but her eyes dazzle like amber jewels from the twinkle lights lining the patio. “I really should go get this work done.”
“The water is heated and perfect for relaxing, like you say, since I need stress relief. Sure I can’t tempt you for a dip?”
She bites her lip, unaware of the spell it casts on me.
“Come on, angel. Unwind a little. I promise you’ll relax too, and feel so good, later you’ll whip that work out in no time.”
I cast off the side and float on my back, flexing my abs for her view while waiting for her next move, as if that’d convince her.
“Turn around,” she yells, standing.
“After everything I’ve done for you, you’re not going to give me a show?”
“Saint, you said I didn’t need to pay you back.”
“Kidding, jeez.” I grin and turn, but only because my cock hardens more. My balls ready to burst, I recite the pledge of allegiance. Anything to take my mind off her curves.
The sound of her zipper and her clothes falling to the patio tiles one by one, doesn’t help. When she steps onto the ladder and enters the pool, the ripples of water reach my back. I finally turn and she swims close, the red straps of her bra the only color in view. I need to see more and move closer, but she evades before I can reach for her.
“Saint. We should keep boundaries, right? Some rules?”
“Isn’t that what you’ve been doing all week? How’s that working for you?” I advance toward her again.
“You’re thinking with that head below your waistline.”
“Yeah, and he’s pretty smart sometimes.” I keep pursuing. “You have no idea how hard it’s been to stay away from you all week.”
“Because deep down, you must know we should be smarter about this. I’m only here temporarily.”
“I told you to stay as long as you like.”
“You said I could stay until everything gets fixed at my place. That’s not the same.” She backs up until I have her against one corner in the shallow end.
“It is the same to me, becauseIneed fixing. You can fixme,angel. And I don’t want you to leave. So fix me, and stay.” I’m on my knees in the water in front of her, ready to beg this angel to save my soul. My hands reach out for her waist, traveling her curves there up and down. “And if it’s stress relief you think we need, there are plenty of things we could do to help each other out.”
“What do you want from me, Saint? Is it only about sex? Or could there be something more?” She reaches out for my face, and at first I flinch. She cups my cheeks, anyway, searching my eyes like a window into my innermost depths.
This level of intimacy is something I’ve tried to avoid with other women since Lilah. Tonight, out here under the stars, almost stripped bare with her, I surrender. I’m hers, and willing to try something I haven’t dared in a long time.
“Who hurtyou,Saint?” Her question almost a plea. “I need to know because you think you hide your pain well, but it’s there for those of us close enough to you to see it.”
The fog lifts from my head, everything clearer. Anastasia sees right into the heart of me. She’s who I need in my life, a woman who can bring me out of the darkness. I want her to. But to do that, I have to share the part of myself I haven’t shared with anyone outside of Brady. I don’t think I can bring myself to speak to her about Lilah yet.
“Someday, I promise, I’ll tell you.” It’s the best I can do.
Worry and concern enter her gaze, then she melts into me, circling her arms around my neck. “It’s okay. We have time. We’ll fix each other.”
“Time is the most precious gift you could give me, angel.” Our foreheads meet. Then, before long, our lips. Our bodies, too,joined in the water, nothing between us but the steel rod in my shorts, like we broke down the door and can’t stay away any longer. My hands dig into her round rump and I lift her onto me, while my cock grows even greedier for her.
She moans, shifting her core, quickly adjusting, getting a feel for the way our bodies move together in the water. A yelp escapes her as my steel rod brushes her most sensitive place. “Oh Saint. Right there.”
“Poor angel. You’ve been neglected by those other L.A. boys for far too long. It’s about time you let a man do the work.”
The passion multiplies, firing up my soul. I claim her lips and hold her tongue captive; she swallows her moans. My pace is relentless, water slapping all around us, but I won’t stop my gyrations until she’s fully satisfied. And it better be soon because I’m about to come in my shorts. Now, who is the boy?
