Page 23 of Primal

“Hey, sweetheart. I was about to get in the hot tub. Why don’t you join me?”

The hot tub was one of the reasons I booked this cabin. It was on the enclosed back porch, and I’d imagined soaking in it with Joey.

That wasn’t going to happen now, but it would be a shame not to enjoy the thing anyway, right? I knew I shouldn’t get in the hot tub with Mason. There was still a little logic in my drunk mind that told me to decline the offer, but I found myself nodding in agreement anyway.

Mason’s smile grew bigger, and it felt like a reward for good behavior to see his face lit up like that.

“I’ll change and be right down.”

Pulling out the red bikini that I brought, I thought about whether or not it was a good idea to wear it in front of Mason. Was I asking for trouble if I put it on? But what was the alternative? I couldn’t very well get into the hot tub with my clothes on.

That left going in naked.

Barely pausing to consider the idea, I pulled on the bikini and grabbed a towel from the bathroom. Leaving the bedroom, I felt so exposed, as I second-guessed my decision to wear this with every step.

As a bigger girl, I often chose swimwear that covered me better. Last summer, I wore a two-piece with a tankini top that covered most of my stomach. My tits looked great in it, but I wanted something bolder this year. When I was preparing for this trip, I thought I’d be here alone with Joey. He’d seen me naked plenty of times, so I bought myself a bikini that barely covered my body at all. Triangles of fabric on my breasts left little to the imagination, and my stomach was completely exposed. The bottom of the bikini had ties on the sides and I fiddled with the ends as I reached the bottom of the stairs. Moving through the empty living room, I started to feel nervous.

Maybe I was sobering up a bit, because this suddenly did not seem like a great idea. I knew without being told walking out onto the back porch to join Mason would lead to more of what happened last night. Things would probably go ever further.

No matter how much I wanted that, I still felt as if I was doing something wrong.

I had a decision to make. I was at a crossroads. If I went onto the back porch, it didn’t mean I was just going to give in to whatever Mason wanted, but I knew it opened the door for him to try to seduce me.

Oh, who was I kidding? There would be notrying.

Still, I moved through the kitchen and opened the door that led to the back porch. Because it was enclosed, the air conditioning was coming through vents in the floor, making the room cool enough to contrast the heat coming from the hot tub positioned in the middle of the space. There were windows surrounding the porch, and I knew the view from here would be amazing if it wasn’t so dark and rainy outside.

Mason was already in the hot tub, sitting on the built-in bench and leaning his back against the side, his arms stretched out on either side of his body. The jets were on, creating bubbles that blocked my view of most of his body, but I knew he was naked under there because the trunks he was wearing earlier were tossed onto a wicker chair in the corner.

“Come in,” he demanded.

His eyes raked over me, and my skin broke out in goose bumps everywhere his gaze landed. I moved as if on autopilot, walking up the three steps leading to the hot tub and throwing a leg over. My toe dipped into the water, and I gasped.

“It’s so hot!”

Mason chuckled. “That’s sort of the point.”

I rolled my eyes and slowly lowered myself into the water, giving my skin time to adjust to the temperature inch by inch. Mason watched me without a word until I was settled onto the bench across from him. I leaned back, letting out a sigh of contentment as I relaxed. Almost immediately, the heat of the water started to ease the ache of my back muscles, and a small smile stretched across my face as I closed my eyes. Having a large chest was often seen as a blessing by others who were jealous of my double Ds, but they didn’t understand carrying around so much weight on the front of my body put a strain on my upper back.

“You okay over there, sweetheart?”

I hummed and nodded. “I’m going to have to get one of these.”

“Don’t you live in an apartment?”

“Yeah. I’ll have to transform my living room or something. Who needs a couch when you can have a hot tub?”

“I doubt your landlord will approve of that plan.”

The amusement I could hear in his voice had me opening my eyes and looking over at him. His eyes were trained on me with intense focus, and I felt my cheeks flush in a way that had nothing to do with the heat of the hot tub.

“You’re no fun. Can’t I just have the fantasy of an apartment hot tub for a few minutes?”

Mason moved smoothly through the water, heading over to take a seat next to me on the bench. I straightened my spine, awareness of his hard body making me tense. I was used to dealing with boys when it came to flirting and desire. They tended to be cautious and timid. Or they tried to play it cool, acting indifferent until I initiated the flirting. It always felt like a game.

But Mason was no uncertain boy. His movements were sure as he put his hands on my hips, turning my body to face him. “If it’s a fantasy you want, I’m happy to oblige.”

Doubt reared its head as Mason’s mouth latched onto my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin. I placed my hands on his chest and tried not to lose myself in the desire I felt. Instead, I pushed against his hard pecs.

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