It wasn’t an option, not with our current circumstances, but it was a great fantasy.
“Take me inside you,” I breathed against her ear as I pulled her closer.
Her hand dipped into the water, sliding between our bodies before fisting around me. It was the work of a moment before she guided me home, her body shifting as she eased down on my cock.
For a few breathless moments, I remained like that, buried to the hilt inside her blistering warmth, content to hold her, to breathe in her delectable scent.
But then I was moving, positioning myself with my back to the wall in the shallower middle section of the pool. Sliding my palms up her spine, I curled my fingers around her shoulders, dipped her back and drove my hips forward, slamming in deep. Using the wall of the pool against my shoulder blades, I braced my thighs and fucked her as she leaned back, braced in my arms. Her breasts bounced with every punishing thrust. I could do nothing but stare at her as I lost myself in her body. Everly was so fucking beautiful as she gave herself over to me, offering up her body for my pleasure. But there was more to this and I felt that connection, the slow knitting of two souls.
Although I’d thought all this time that she belonged solely to Isaac, I had my first glimmer of hope as our bodies were joined in that moment.
“Hold on to me,” I urged.
Everly instantly sat up, her arms ringing my neck, her ankles pressing into my lower back. I gripped her hips and jerked her into me, thrusting forward, impaling her on my cock again and again. The heat between us was so great, I was surprised not to see steam coming off the water.
“Ian … I need to come. Please…” Her eyes opened, met mine. “Come inside me when I do.”
Oh, fuck.
I hadn’t expected that. Her soft plea was more than I could handle. A dark, rumbling growl escaped as I slammed into her, jerking her down again. My release tore up through my shaft, erupting inside her, triggering the most beautiful cry I’d ever heard come from her.
It was in that moment that I knew there would be no other woman for me. Not for as long as I lived.
The question was: how did I tell Isaac?
Or better yet, could I?
TWENTY-TWO
Everly
Tuesday, June 4, 2019
By the time Tuesday night rolled around, stir-crazy was no longer the right way to describe what I was feeling. And I was making sure everyone knew it, too. I’d even texted Heaven to let her know I was climbing the walls. Although she wasn’t locked inside, she didn’t seem to be faring any better being at her sister’s. But she seemed happy, so I figured she could deal with my complaining.
“Go get dressed,” Ian ordered when he walked into the living room.
“For what?”
He turned slowly, eyes intense. “It wasn’t a request. It simply requires you to follow directions.”
Realizing I’d overstepped, I clamped my lips together as he disappeared toward his bedroom.
“Get dressed,” Isaac noted, stepping into the room.
I got to my feet, started toward his bedroom. “Where are we going? I’m not sure what I should wear.”
He started toward me, motioned to the hallway.
“Okay, okay. I’ll go get dressed.”
“Too late for that.”
“What do you mean too late?”
His eyes narrowed.
“Not that way,” he said when I paused at the guest room door.
“But my clothes…”
He pointed to his bedroom. I pouted, then walked inside. He didn’t bother to shut the door behind him.
“Strip, then lie down. On your back.”
When I didn’t move, his eyes turned to slits.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to follow directions, but I was a bit surprised by the fact we were obviously going somewhere, yet I didn’t know where.
“Don’t make me tell you again.”
“Yes, my Liege,” I said, accepting my fate.
He disappeared into his bathroom while I tugged off my shirt and shorts. I propped up on the pillow, spread my legs, resisted the urge to tease myself. I happened to enjoy the way his eyes heated when I did.
However, I’d already overstepped. Twice. No sense making it worse for myself.
“Five.”
I sobered instantly. “Of course, my Liege.”
Standing at the end of the bed, Isaac reached up, grabbed my ankle, then pulled. My weight was no match against his strength. He had me down at the end of the bed, staring up at him.
Isaac placed my feet flat on the footboard, knees up.
“Spread them.”
I dropped my knees, giving him an up close and intimate view of my privates.
That was when I noticed we weren’t the only ones in the room. I glanced over to see Dante standing in the doorway.
“She’s earned some punishment,” Isaac explained, glancing back over his shoulder. “Why don’t you come over here for a minute.”
