Hanging On (Jessica Brodie Diaries #2)(6)

He went to his dresser. “Now, what do you want to wear in the hot tub? I’m afraid I don’t have any ladies swim suits lying around.”

I scrunched up my face. “Are you expecting anyone else tonight?”

“No, why?”

“I’ll just go in my birthday suit.”

“In the hot tub?”

“Yeah. Why not? You’ve seen na**d girls before. Not a big surprise. Except all my parts are real.”

“Ha-ha- very funny. Uh...,” He surveyed his drawer, eyes unfocused, deciding. “Okay.”

“Be a joiner, not an individual. Nobody likes individuals.”

“Uh huh.” He got a couple towels. “Robes are out there. Do you need to call Gladis or anyone?”

“No. She is in the hospital, remember? I’ll see her tomorrow.”

“Uh huh.”

It wasn’t the fault of my ears. He was as nervous as I was.

We went out a sliding glass door connected to his room, around a corner and violet—hot tub. When we took of the cover it happily steamed away, beckoning us to enter. I was beckoning William the same thing.

When he was over in the covered area away from the hot tub ten feet, putting away the cover, he said, “Do you want some champagne or anything? Do you want the light on?”

“No to both. Thank you.”

I quickly slipped out of my clothes, embarrassed and not sure why, and left a heap of fabric on a nearby chair. The Ben Gay burned slightly as the warm water lapped at it. I ignored it completely, sighing in delight as my bare butt found a built-in seat.

“Feel good?” William asked, standing by the stair. His fingers worked at his shirt buttons.

Chapter Two

“Divine. I love hot tubs,” I answered as I watched William’s fingers work lower.

“They are sure nice.” He shrugged out of his shirt, making me suck in my breath as my eyes feasted.

His torso was a masterpiece! He had broad, well-muscled shoulders leading down to defined arms with popping biceps. He was leaner than a bodybuilder, with perfectly sculpted and deliciously defined muscles, including a full six-pack. His pecks were well proportioned, begging me to lick them. He had very little hair on his chest, which I liked.

“Do you work out?” I asked, eyes sliding down his belly. I wanted to see more.

He was taking off his pants. “No. Farm work and bull riding. Farm work is a hard day’s work. Keeps you in shape. I run, also.”

“Your body is a slice of heaven.”

“Uh...thanks. Rolls reversed—I am supposed to be looking at you like a piece of meat.”

“You would be if I was getting undressed in front of you.”

“You hurriedly got in, I saw. But I got a good look from where I was. You've been working out quite a lot, huh?”

His pants apparently off—the dang hot tub was in the way—he stepped up and over, not hurrying as I did earlier. He didn’t care that I saw. Actually, with his eyes trained on mine, looking for a reaction, he was allowing me a good look. And judging by his growing phallus, he liked that I was.

My ni**les constricted and my groin squeezed. I needed that girth inside of me with a hunger I couldn’t remember its equal. I wanted it where it belonged, inside me, and I wanted to stay that way forever, milking his seed over and over until I spilled over.

“Down girl,” he said quietly, settling slowly on the other side of the hot tub. A smile played around his lips, bobbing in and out of the water. His eyes watched me intently, in predator mood. Waiting out his prey.

My stomach exploded, making my breath come in fast pants. A rush of air came tumbling out of my mouth with one word riding it. “Lusting.”

He laughed, soaked in my desire. “I can tell. My God. Not that I want to know, but have you been good the whole time you’ve been in Texas?”

“Yes!” I said indignantly. “Gladis talked it up like I would be a painted lady, whatever the hell that is. I was so worried to take off my clothes that I stayed clear of the temptation. Not happy news.”

“Happy for me, but no, I guess you’re right. It's easy to forget that women crave, too.”

“It won’t be easy to forget soon. I am needy in that department. Not easily satisfied.”

“Not easily satisfied... like, you don’t get there easily, or that you need it a lot.”

“Both.”

“Hmmm. I shall have to work extra hard.”

“Yes please,” I whispered.

He swam to me slowly, his chin barely above water, eyes holding me. The hunted.

When he reached me he put a hand on each knee. As he slowly got closer, he gently slid his palms up the inside of my legs, opening them as he did so. He slid his body between, closer, my widening legs making room. Hands preceding his body, eyes locked on mine, his fingers danced up my inner thighs, playfully skirting around my bikini line. The blunt tip of his penis followed, fully hard now, butting along my skin and skimming up my hip, large and heavy.

I let my eyes close, savoring that contact, focused on his touch.

“Do you like this? Slow and playful?” His breath splashed my face. He was in complete control, letting me ride along and reaping the rewards as I did so.

My  yes was more a sigh than a word.

Light fingers tickled up my belly, causing a shiver even though I was hot. They dusted the base of each breast, then around, feeling, tickling, making me angle my h*ps up to try and capture that erection and trap it inside me.