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She stepped out of her clothes and onto the cold tiles. The water in the jacuzzi was pleasantly warm, and she sighed with relief as she slid into it. Fannar had his arms around her waist and pulled her into his arms. “There. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Isla wasn’t allowing herself think. To think would be to go insane. How could something feel so good, and yet so bad at the same time? There was no point denying the fact that she wanted him, probably more than he wanted her.

She kissed him. She’d been longing to do that for a whole week while he had ignored and avoided her. The kiss was like a soothing balm for her angered, troubled soul.

Fannar’s arms tightened around her as he pulled her tightly into him. His breath tasted sweet, and the firmness of his grip was reassuring. She could feel his heart racing as their chests pressed together underneath the surface of the water.

Without hesitating, she reached down and found his cock, hard as a metal bar. The feel of it was electrifying and she bit his lip as a wave of electricity flowed through her. Fannar moaned as well and shifted his weight around to allow her move.

Isla didn’t need to check to see that she was soaking wet. She’d been wet the moment she saw him standing on her front porch, and it had only gotten worse as the day went by.

Slowly, she guided Fannar inside her. Unlike the first time, when she’d been drunk with lust and a craving she did not understand, this time, she was completely lucid and knew exactly what was going on.

Fannar’s cock slid slowly into her and she broke the kiss and buried her face in his shoulder, moaning soft and long as Fannar pushed in all the way to the hilt. Her insides stretched to accept him, and she felt jolts of electricity rushing madly through her.

She tightened her arms around his neck and he gripped her butt with his massive hands, his fingers sinking into the soft, ample flesh. She laughed when he cursed, but the laughter gave way to moans as he began thrusting.

This time, Fannar wasn’t nearly as rough or as desperate as the first time. This time, it felt more like there was an understanding between them. Isla didn’t know what it was, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to find out.

She hadn’t planned on having sex with him in his family home, but she had to admit a hard truth to herself. There was no way she was going to stop. She couldn’t even if she wanted to. It felt too good, and she loved every moment of it.

She kissed him again and made slow, circular motions on top of him. She shuddered with every motion. She could feel him lodged deep inside her, threatening to eviscerate her if he could.

Isla had never before had sex in a jacuzzi, and she had to admit that she had been missing out. Fannar’s low moans mixed with her soft ones and they created a two-person orchestra. The sound of water splashing added to the mix, and Isla lost her mind to the pleasure of it.

Fannar had his orgasm first, and moments later she had hers as well, with his cock still pulsating slowly, beating like a heart deep inside her. She refused to look at him. Refused to see the smug smile on his face.

She had been so sure that their first time was going to be their last time. Oh boy, how naive and stupid you were Isla. What have you gone and gotten yourself into?

Chapter 14 - Fannar

“Wow, you’re even more gorgeous in person.”

Isla groaned and covered her face in embarrassment. Fannar just smiled and raised a brow. “Gorgeous, huh? Can’t say that I’ve ever heard her call me that before…” He held Isla’s waist and pulled her close. “So, babe… You think I’m… gorgeous?”

Isla burned a bright red and Fannar almost considered easing up on her humiliation. She gave her friend a stink eye and cleared her throat. “Elsa, keep telling Fannar here things we talk about here and I guarantee you you would lose your only friend in Frost Peak.”

Elsa grinned. “Too bad, we’re stuck forever now. Alpha Fannar, a pleasure to meet you. I’m not exaggerating when I say I have heard a lot about you.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Elsa,” Fannar said. “The things you’ve heard about me… Good things, I hope?”

“An interesting mix of both, actually.” She winked at Isla. “Don’t worry, I have no intention of telling him how you—”

“Shut up!” Isla thundered. She was a shiny crimson now and Fannar couldn’t help laughing at her embarrassment. Several of the customers inside the steakhouse turned to look at her following her shout, adding to her shame.

“I think we should sit down now,” Fannar suggested, “Wouldn’t want to keep attracting all the attention to ourselves, would we?”

“Good call,” Elsa said. “Good gracious, Isla, you look like an overripe tomato. Chill the fuck out, we were only teasing.”

Isla slid into the seat and made a not so subtle gesture to Elsa as she scooted into the far seat beside the window. Fannar joined her, while Elsa sat on the seat facing them. Fannar looked up and caught the attention of a waitress, who he beckoned to the table.

The waitress arrived armed with a pen and jotter, and an eager look on her face. “Good evening, what can I get for you?”

Elsa was the first to speak. “A double cheeseburger with some fries. Lots of fries, actually, and a large soda. Make the burger extra spicy, please?” She winked at the waitress who frowned.

She turned to Fannar and tilted her head. “I’d just have what she’s having, but not as spicy.” He nudged Isla. “And you, babe? What would you like to have?”

She eyed him and looked indignantly out the window. Elsa giggled at that. “Aw, Isla. Did we hurt your feelings? Come on, you can tell me.”

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