Page 99 of Deceit

Her brows knit together.

“We don’t have bathing suits.”

I raise one of my brows in question, waiting for her to come up with a viable excuse. Her mind seems to race for several seconds, her eyes bouncing back and forth between mine before she reaches for the zipper of my leather jacket that she has on. I stop her in place, though, dropping the hand I was holding hostage as my fingers come to the zipper, slowly lowering it for her.

Her breathing upticks when I push the material off her shoulders and down her arms before my fingers come to the hemline of her shirt. My thumbs graze the bare skin beneath and a chill runs through my body at the brush of her skin against mine. I clench my jaw, doing my best to remain composed as I carefully peel the shirt up and over her head.

I watch with rapt attention as her thumbs hook into the waistline of her leggings, kicking her shoes off and peeling them down before removing her socks as well. Suddenly, it’s as if every fantasy I’ve had of her has been shattered to pieces, because nothing is as beautiful as the real thing.

She’s wearing a nearly sheer white bra, her hardened nipples straining against the thin fabric with a pair of matching white panties. I can see just the outline of her slit and the sheer top part of the panties allow me a quick view of her bald pussy. Fuck!

“Your turn,” she says breathily, a sound that goes straight to my cock, making it hard to a painful extent.

I grab the back of my shirt with one hand, pulling it up and over my head before tossing it to the ground. My hands move to my belt then, undoing it with the other as I unbutton my jeans and push them down. I’m left in just my black boxers but to my dismay, that’s not where she’s looking. No, her eyes are focused on the extensive tattoos littering my torso and arms. They arehidden just enough with a suit, per the Brethren’s requirements but every other inch of my skin? Covered.

“This isn’t the first time you’ve seen my tattoos, Siren,” I remind her.

She shakes her head.

“They’re just so…pretty.”

An amused huff escapes me as I close the distance between us. Normally, I try to keep a little space but not right now, I’m only fucking human and I need to know what it feels like to hold her bare flesh in my hands.

My hands travel down her back, before resting on her hips as I tilt my head down to meet her eyes.

“You think I’m pretty, Siren?”

“Why do you call me that?” she asks softly.

I don’t respond, just continue to stare at her as she asks again.

“Why?”

Swallowing roughly, I allow my hands to skim down her body, pausing when I reach her thighs before I lift her into the air. She panics for a moment, plastering herself against my chest as she wraps her arms around my neck. When she can tell that I’ve got her, she relaxes a little and looks down at me. I easily walk us to the edge of the spring, slowly sinking myself in before the tips of her toes graze against the surface.

“Oh my god,” she practically moans in my arms, as I sink us lower and lower.

Once we are immersed enough to swim, I begin kicking my feet, pushing us to the far end where I know there is a perfect makeshift seat. I press my back up against the wall, the water hitting just above my pecs as I sit down, Skyla still wrapped up in my lap. Her eyes are closed, body leaning back slightly into the water. I hold onto her like that for several moments, enjoying the soft sway of her body against mine.

She looks so free, so perfect. Like she was always meant to be here. With me.

Her eyes slowly flutter open as she draws herself up to sit, our faces now only inches apart as those full pink lips speak.

“Why do you call me, Siren?”

I take a deep inhale before I exhale words too true for her to hear.

“You’re entrancing. Like a mythical creature dwelling in bodies of water, luring men to their death just for a look at you.”

Her mouth parts slightly, and I feel her breathing stall for a moment.

“That’s how you see me?”

“That’s howeveryonesees you,” I say, tightening my hold on her as I do.

She shakes her head as if she doesn’t believe me.

“I thought you despised me. You acted like youhatedme.”

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