“Take it for me,” he groans, praise spilling as filthy as the thrusts. “Eyes on me while you take it. That’s it, baby, squeeze me—Christ.”
The sound he makes is half-snarl, half-prayer as I let out a loud, long moan.
“I’m already gonna—you feel so good, I’m gonna—” My body bows tight, waves crashing into me. My nails dig crescent moons into his shoulders, hips rolling faster, desperate for release.
“Fuck, look at you.” His thumb finds my clit, rubbing tight circles. “Tits bouncing, water everywhere, coming on my cock. You’re fucking stunning.”
I shatter with the water sloshing, my scream echoing through the rhythmic splashes. My whole body clenches, locked around him as pleasure explodes and he follows, cock pulsing deep as he moans into my mouth.
We stay there, water lapping around us as our breaths stagger and crash. My chest heaves, every muscle limp, but his hands won’t let go—still holding me incase I might move away.
His hands shift, one sliding up my spine, the other still palming my ass as though he needs the weight of me anchored to him. He nuzzles my temple. “You good?”
My responding laugh is shaky. “Define good.”
“Not drowning. Not crying. Not regretting every second.”
I tip my head back just enough to see him, my lips curving despite the exhaustion dragging through me. “Then yeah, I’m really good.”
“Good,” he echoes. His thumb drags across my jaw, eyes dark but steady, reverent in a way that makes my heart flip all over again.
Eventually, the shiver creeps in. “Pool water and lack of a bikini… not exactly cozy.”
His chuckle rumbles low in his chest. “Yeah, you’re freezing.” He kisses my temple. “C’mon. Out.”
“Carry me and I’ll consider forgiving you for capsizing my kingdom.”
He grins, shaking his head, but the next second, his hands are under me, hauling me up bridal-style against his chest. Water streams off us both, his soaked shirt clinging, shorts heavy. I yelp, laughing as he trudges with me out of the pool.
On the deck, we watch the floats bump together in lazy chaos—unicorn tangled with pizza slice, ducks bobbing like a chorus line. Logan nods at them. “They’re first to go.”
I flick a wet strand of hair at him. “Touch my ducks and die.”
He drops me gently onto a lounge chair and leans down low to be level with me. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Parnell.”
“Lucky?” I grin. “Please. You just got laid against a pool wall, I’m practically doing charity work.”
His breath huffs, and there’s a hint of something raw in his eyes before he closes the distance and crushes his mouth to mine again, softer this time.
When he finally pulls back, he doesn’t step away. Just crouches there, dripping and beautiful, watching me as if I’m the only thing he’s ever wanted to keep. Even if I come with Flashy Flamingo, Serious Swan, a unicorn, a pizza slice, and several rubber ducks.
I clear my throat, nerves creeping in where heat used to be. “I should probably go eat. Maybe shower… At my place.”
His brows pull together. “Your house isn’t even ready yet.”
“They said maybe tonight,” I hedge, brushing wet hair off my face. “And it’s—”
“Not happening.” He grabs a towel from the chair and drapes it firmly around my shoulders before I can argue. “You’re soaked, you’re starving, and you’re not going anywhere.”
“Logan—”
“Lulu.” His voice dips, no room for negotiation. “Stay. We’ll order something in, you can shower, steal my clothes, whatever. Just… stay.”
I toy with the edge of the towel, trying to laugh it off. “Okay then, one more night in the guest room.”
He stares at me. “What?”
“You know.” I shrug a shoulder. “So I’m not in your way. So you have space.”
