Page 70 of Subbing For Santa

A low growl rumbles from my chest as I make my way to follow my woman, and by the time I catch up to her, she is already bobbing in the water.

If it weren’t for the way her eyes turn to pools of regret, I would have already been in that water with her, but as she looks frantically for me, and her shoulders only relax when she sees me on the back of the boat, I know I shouldn’t take her reaction personally.

She cares for me. That much is evident. But she’s having trouble processing the seriousness of what is between us.

Nevertheless, the brat ran from me, and for that, she must pay.

A sinister smirk tugs at my lips as I peel my t-shirt off over my head. I keep my eyes on Aggie as she treads water, and her eyes widen when she sees the look in my eye.

Yes, my little elf. You are in trouble.

The others are splashing around in the water, but I ignore them, only having tunnel vision for my woman. I dive into the water, propelling myself under the surface until Aggie’s treading legs come into view. When I breach the surface right in front of her, she gasps as I flick my wet hair back off my face before reaching for her.

“You know, little elf. If you had asked me that question, I would have said yes in an instant.”

“Griffin, I’m sorry, I just—”

My hand wraps around her throat, ceasing her words as I pull her against my body, my legs doing all the work to keep us afloat. She gasps as I squeeze at the sides a little, my eyes piercing her caramel pools with a dominating fury that has her cheeks instantly flushing.

“I wish we were alone right now.” I growl, nose to nose with her. “I’d fuck you so hard for running off on me… again.” The rumble in my chest is all animalistic, the beast in me thrashing to be unleashed. “Stop running from me, Aggie.”

As if her pussy has a mind of its own, it grinds over my hard bulge, and she wraps her legs tighter around me. My brother starts splashing towards us, and I take Aggie’s distraction to release my hard cock from my shorts and give it a squeeze.

“Jesus, are you two fucking again?” Brennen asks quietly as he swims around us, his eyes trying to peer down through the water, but the darker hue of the southern ocean gives us the privacy we need.

“Not yet.” I grit out and Brennen’s grin grows wide right before I reach between me and Aggie and peel her swimmers to the side. Her eyes widen, but I give her no time to question what I’m doing, and in one swift move, I impale her.

A gasping moan falls from her lips as her eyes go wide and Brennen starts coughing like he’s trying to cover up the sound she made.

“Fuck, Aggie.” I rasp, relishing the way her inner walls squeeze my dick. “Your cunt is so hot.” I start to slowly thrust in and out, and my woman grips onto my shoulders as her body jerks each time I hit home. “Bren, go keep Gracie and the olds busy.” I instruct my nosey brother, who’s still treading water next to us.

“But my dick is so fucking hard. Can’t I stay here?”

“No!” I hiss and Brennen splashes water at the both of us.

“Whatever.” He complains, swimming away, and my eyes stay locked onto Aggie’s, not letting her break the contact.

“Rub your clit.” I demand, my face a mix of anger and lust.

She does as I demand, moving her hand between us to help build her pleasure.

“Don’t make a fucking sound when you come, Aggie. If you do, I will fuck you up on deck in front of everyone, regardless of their age or relationship with me.”

Even though we are both keen for some exhibitionism, I can tell by her wide eyes that she has no interest in putting that show on for my dad and Selena, or my teenage siblings. Hell, neither am I. So, when I feel her walls squeezing my dick tighter, I kick my legs in the water, turning us so Aggie’s back is to everyone else.

It’s then that she lets her face express what her voice isn’t able to, and she lets go, biting hard into her bottom lip as she starts convulsing around my cock.

“That’s it, beautiful. Milk me.” My voice is husky as I speak, and a moment later my own release hits as I follow my siren over the edge, too.

With my chest rising and falling to try to get air in, my hips stop their underwater thrust and Aggie’s body falls slack. I pull her against my chest and press my lips to her ear.

“We are made for each other, little elf. All you have to do is accept it and embrace it.”

My words must do something to her, because she wraps her arms around my neck and doesn’t let go. Then, she kisses me, her lips and tongue saying what she isn’t willing to admit yet. I squeeze her so tightly against my bare chest that I’m almost certain we are going to morph into one.

We don’t say anything else after that, instead, letting our bodies express our emotions silently as we bob in the water. We stay that way for a long time, ignoring the playful splashes of my family members until we are advised it’s time to get out of the water to sail back to shore.

I swim us back over to the boat, and as we climb out of the ocean, my dad looms over us, his shadow menacing as he frowns.

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