Page 17 of Wyatt the Military Veteran

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The pool area is empty at this time of night as I lead Wyatt to the enormous outdoor hot tub that overlooks the back of the lodge. Trees form a sea of black that leads into the mountains rising majestically into the night sky—the perfect setting for a romantic midnight rendezvous.

“Are you sure it's alright to be here? I don't want you to get in trouble.”

“We'll be fine. Employees get special privileges; family owners even more so.” Though I doubt my brothers would appreciate me taking advantage of lodge perks to get laid.

But I couldn't care less about their feelings after the inquisition Wyatt and I endured at dinner. The moment we were free to leave I suggested returning to the lodge to relax after we picked up his rental. And what better way to unwind than a sexy dip in the jacuzzi?

Once we’re at the stone steps leading down into the large tub, Wyatt grabs the back of his sweatshirt and pulls it over his head to reveal thick slabs of muscle from his chest, abs, and the enticing vee leading to the bulge in the swim trunks picked up in the gift shop.

“Everything okay?” he asks with a smirk, spying my cartoon-like jaw drop.

“F-fine…” I stutter and turn to shed the light layers I threw on top of my bathing suit. The vintage style highlights my breastsand hips. High-waisted bottoms suck in my belly while the slightly cropped top exposes a strip of skin around the smallest part of my middle.

When I bought it, I felt sexy—a modern-day pinup girl—but this is the first time I’ve worn it, and now I’m faced with Wyatt’s toned physique, which has insecurities roaring to the forefront.

“To be clear, I don’t expect anything tonight. The hot water will be good for your back, and we can relax and talk. That’s it.”

My heart melts a little more under his warm, understanding expression, especially with his consideration for my back pain, but I want more than an evening of chitchat. We’ve done enough of that tonight by braving my brothers’ questioning.

Gathering my courage and shoving body insecurities down deep, I adjust the dial to start the jets and recline on the bench across from Wyatt. The sturdy bra cups of the bathing suit push my breasts high to gently bob in the water, and it doesn’t escape my notice how fixated his gaze is on the sight.

“Thank you for saying that.” My voice is huskier than usual. “But I’m expecting more tonight.”

He wades into the water, the bubbles bursting against his abdomen, and a different kind of heat blooms between my thighs.

“How much more?” His voice is low and gravelly, barely audible over the roar of the jets.

“As much as you’ll give me,” I admit, then tentatively unhook the halter strap around my neck to let the ends fall. The bra cups remain on my chest, but the implication is obvious—finish the job, strip me,fuck me.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

WYATT

Fuck-me eyes.That’s what Kennedy’s stormy blue irises are communicating, and damn if I don’t want to heed their plea.

After an evening of easing her brothers’ concerns—as much as could be done during one meal—I wasn’t sure how Kennedy felt about us, despite that scorching hot kiss.

I said a lot of things at dinner. Admitted to a strong connection. Voiced my commitment. They were all true statements, but I would have preferred to share them with Kennedy in private to get her reaction versus announcing it to practically her entire family.

“I want to give you everything,” I rasp, sinking deeper into the bubbling water to cage her against the tub’s stone wall.

Floating closer, I brush my mouth over hers. Gently. Tenderly. Then claim it in one possessive swoop, clasping the back of her neck with my hand and dragging her nearer.

Kennedy moans and scrambles for purchase on my slick skin as I fold her top down to release her heavy tits. The round globes tremble in the splashing water, and my mouth immediately drops to capture a pink nipple, sucking the enlarged tip deep.

“Wyatt!” Kennedy arches upward, shoving more of her soft flesh into my face, and I'd happily drown surrounded by her thick curves.

“That's right. Scream my name, baby.” Who cares if we disrupt lodge guests? They’re the last thing on my mind.

I work her bathing suit bottoms down her legs as I switch breasts, ensuring my girl's berry-sweet nipples receive equal attention as she writhes in my arms like a gorgeous sea nymph—all glistening curves and sexy moans.

Releasing her tit, I lick up her chest and neck to whisper in her mouth. “Turn around, baby. It's time to put these jets to work.”

“W-what…?”

I twirl a dazed Kennedy to face the mountains and the powerful jet of water shooting from the jacuzzi wall. “I'm going to fuck you now. My dick in this tight little pussy and this jet teasing your clit.”

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