Page 21 of Knot Your Sunshine
My muscles melt into the jets' pressure, and I tip my head back against the cushioned edge.
Finally. Alone. Quiet.
Well, mostly quiet. My brain, traitor that it is, keeps circling back to tomorrow. Or whenever Josh's mysterious boss returns. I've been rehearsing my pitch in my head for weeks. Maybe I should actually write it down instead of trusting my sleep-deprived brain to remember everything when the moment comes.
But then, warm jets find a knot between my shoulder blades, and a groan escapes before I can stop it. My carefully organized business thoughts suddenly scatter like startled fish.
Josh's shy smile drifts into my mind uninvited. Then Keanu emerging from the waves.
Maybe that's exactly what I need to think about right now. Just for a few minutes. To take the edge off this restless energy humming under my skin.
I close my eyes and let my imagination wander.
I'm walking through the resort at sunset. The dining terrace overlooks the ocean, torches already lit. Josh sits alone at a corner table, those glasses catching the light as he reads something on his tablet.
He looks up as I approach, and that shy smile of his spreads across his face. "Mia." He stands so quickly his napkin falls to the floor. "Would you like to join me?"
I slide into the chair across from him. He's explaining something about the volcano that formed this island, passion lighting up those beautiful whiskey-brown eyes. "The lava tubes underground are actually—" His fingers brush mine as we both reach for the water pitcher. He freezes. I don't pull away.
"Sorry, I—" he starts.
"Don't be," I whisper.
The scene shifts in my mind, melting like watercolors. The beach at twilight. Keanu walks out of the ocean. "I've been thinking about you all day," he says, voice low enough to make me shiver. He sits on the edge of my beach chair, so close his thigh presses against mine through the thin fabric of my cover-up.
My breathing deepens. The hot tub water around me suddenly feels much warmer somehow.
In my fantasy, Josh appears on the beach, but instead of awkwardness, there's heat in his gaze. "Mind if I join?"
Keanu grins, shifting to make room. "We were just talking about you."
Now I'm between them on a beach blanket as the sun sets. Josh's hand rests on my lower back, his fingers tracing lazycircles while Keanu plays with my hair. "You're trembling," Josh observes, voice soft with concern and something else.
I am trembling. Right now, in the jacuzzi.
My hand drifts down my stomach, fingers trailing over sensitized skin.
The fantasy shifts again. We're here, in this very jacuzzi. Josh behind me, my back pressed against his chest, his arms around me. His hands explore… gentle at first, then bolder when I gasp. Keanu kneels in the water before me, those sea-green eyes holding mine as his palms slide up my thighs, his thumbs making me squirm.
"Let us take care of you," Josh whispers against my ear, his breath hot.
"We've been thinking about this all day," Keanu adds, voice rough. "How you'd look. How you'd sound."
My fingers find their destination between my thighs, and I bite my lip to stifle a whimper. The jets pulse against my back as I shift, finding the perfect angle where the water pressure hits just right. My hand moves in rhythm with the jets, circling, teasing.
In my mind, it's Josh's fingers. Keanu's mouth is on my neck, teeth grazing that spot below my ear. "That's it," he murmurs. "Don't hold back. Want to hear you."
The pressure builds, coiling tighter in my core. My free hand grips the jacuzzi's edge hard enough to hurt. I can almost smell them… those tantalizing, muffled scents that drove me crazy all day. Something earthy from Josh, and citrusy from Keanu.
"Beautiful," Fantasy-Josh breathes against my shoulder.
"Perfect," Fantasy-Keanu agrees, fingers joining Josh's.
The combination of the jet's relentless pressure and my own touch sends me spiraling. My thighs shake. Heat races through my veins like lightning. I arch back, a cry escaping despite my best efforts to stay quiet as waves of pleasure crash over me, leaving me gasping and boneless.
For long moments, I float in the aftermath, my heart gradually slowing to something approaching normal.
My gaze lands on the slim pager Josh gave me, sitting innocently on the jacuzzi's edge where I set my phone. The temptation hits like cold water. He did say to page him for anything I needed...
