Elliott was deep inside me, his thrusts slow but somehow rough, his arms wrapped tight around me as the water sloshed softly around us. His soft lips contrasted with his massive, muscled arms and his hard, solid body.
The steam clung to our skin, and every moan and whisper felt amplified in the close, wet air. My nails dug into his shoulders as I rolled my hips, savoring the pressure, the stretch, the warmth of him inside me.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned into my neck, and I smiled against his ear.
But then he stilled, the rhythm of his hips slowing.
I opened my eyes and followed his gaze.
Across the hot tub, Jack had Jackie straddling him, her bare body flush against his chest. His mouth was on her throat, and his hand was behind her back—gripping both of her wrists in one large fist, pulling her arms tight behind her like a restraint.
Jack was pumping his hips up quickly, murmuring something to her. She was gasping, her head tilted back in surrender, her body bouncing with every thrust. Her eyes were closed, and she looked lost in it, euphoric and blissed out.
It was fucking hot.
Still, Elliott’s arms tensed.
I felt it—a subtle shift in him, like he wanted to say something but didn’t know if he should. Like he wasn’t sure if what he was seeing was okay, even though Jackie clearly wasn’t in distress.
“Hey,” I whispered, cupping the side of his face to bring his attention back to me. “You okay?”
He didn’t answer right away. He blinked, as if caught off guard by my question.
“She’s okay,” I said softly, wrapping my arms tighter around him. “Shelikesit.”
He exhaled, the tension in his chest seeming to ease as I kissed the corner of his mouth.
“I know,” he finally said, his voice raspier now. “It just…it caught me off guard.”
I stroked his jaw with my thumb. “Is that something you two do together?” I asked gently, curiosity clear in my voice.
I recalled his and Jackie’sDaddymoment, and I wanted to see and hear more.
He hesitated for a beat, then nodded. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “We do.”
There was something else in his eyes though, something uneasy.
“But…?” I prompted softly.
He licked his lips, looking past me for a moment. “But I worry,” he admitted. “Because of…him.”
My stomach twisted at the unspoken name.Michael.
He went on, his voice quiet under the sound of the water lapping around us. “I don’t know if Jack knows her boundaries. I don’t know ifIknow all of them. She says she wants it, and I believe her—but it’s hard not to wonder if she’s just used to pain, if she’s still working through what he did to her.”
I swallowed hard, watching the vulnerability creep into his face.
“She’s strong,” I said gently. “But I get it. It’s hard not to carry that shit into everything.”
He nodded, his jaw clenching.
I encouraged him with a small smile. “You’re not like him.”
“I know,” he murmured. “I know. But seeing her like this…I wonder if I’m failing her. Letting someone else take her to that edge.”
“She trusts you,” I said. “And I trust you.”
He paused before he kissed me slowly, like he needed to get lost in me again.
