Page 128 of Reluctantly You

He rolls his lips between his teeth. “Anything normal, I think. Sports, clubs, the arts.”

“Yeah. I get it.”

We stare at one another and my fingers tap against the warm cement outside of the cool spa.

“What was he like, your dad? Like what was he good at?”

“Like I said, he was brilliant. A wizard with numbers.” He pauses and wets his lips. “I don’t blame him for any of it, not really. He did the best he could, and when he couldn’t cope with the losses anymore, he ended it.”

I’m silent and Gideon sighs. “He couldn’t cope with life.”

The way he says that makes me think about myself, about how recently, I too couldn’t cope. I was a wreck, the images of disappearing into the void flashing through my mind.

“You’re not him, Mitchell. You’re a fighter.”

“Maybe.”

“You are,” he says as he spreads his arms across the back of the hot tub. “Come here.”

I swallow and eye him, the wet droplets forming on his skin, the way he glistens in the shadows of the grotto we’re hidden beneath.

“Come here and let me taste you. You’ve been avoiding me all fucking day.”

“Have not.”

“You have.”

He glances at his lap, and I can’t help my legs when they carry me toward him, unable to stay away. I want this, just this.

My legs straddle his thighs and his hands cup my ass, his lips landing on my neck, kissing up to my mouth.

“God, you taste so good.”

“Thought I wasn’t your type.”

“I was so fucking wrong. You’re exactly my type.”

I swallow a moan, but let it escape when his lips land on mine. I want to kiss him like this forever.

As our tongues tangle, one of his hands snakes down my swim trunks and cups my bare ass, massaging it.

“Is this ass ready for more?” he asks deeply as his teeth sink into my lower lip.

“Yes.”

“Is that what you want? Me to fuck you again?”

“Mm. Yes.”

“I want that too. I wantyou.”

My cock swells in my swim trunks and I grind it against his abdomen, the friction making my eyes close in pleasure. Wekiss slowly, the heat outside nothing in comparison to what is brewing between us. It’s sultry, damp, and heady. His finger has slid between my cheeks and is pressing gently against my hole. It clenches around it in anticipation, but he doesn’t enter me.

He just teases me until I’m breathless from it.

“Please,” I whisper as I grind my hips back and forth on his lap.

“Love hearing you beg. Say it again. Say it.”

---