“Just relax, Sin,” he murmurs in my ear.
I huff and lean back into him as Cal and Micah both climb into the hot tub just as the rain starts to fall. There’s something intensely relaxing about sitting in hot water while it’s drizzling just beyond the covering over the top of us.
This night has been so good. Relaxing and fun, and I can’t seem to get enough of spending time with the guys. Sure, there’s an ache in my chest that started as soon as Iri left, but that’s just because I like being around him when he’s not trying to manage everyone and everything.
Then Micah lifts one of my legs and recommences where Cal left off massaging the aching muscles in my calf. We walked for miles today and my legs and feet are killing me.
“You don’t have to do that,” I tell him. “I feel bad that you’re treating me like a queen and I’m not doing anything for any of you.”
Dorian leans forward until he’s speaking directly into my ear in a low, intimate tone. “Yeah, I don’t think any of us give a shit about that, Sin. Not everything is tit for tat, you know? We’re pampering you. Get over it.”
I snort at his words. They might not sound all that sweet or romantic, but he’s made it so I can’t really argue back. I’ll just have to accept their affection.
Micah shifts his focus further up my legs, somehow sensing each part that needs attention and focusing on massaging all of my aches away. From the other side of the tub, Cal’s watching me intensely, like he’s absorbing each of my reactions.
A little groan of satisfaction escapes me when Micah reaches a knotted part of my thigh and Dorian lets out a little grunt behind me.
“Fucking hell, Sin. It should be illegal for you to make noises like that.”
I wiggle slightly, feeling his hard dick poking me in the back and smothering a grin.
But just as things are about to get interesting, Cal’s phone blares and he lets out a string of curses.
“That’s my mom. Family call tonight.” He lets out a pained growl. “If I don’t answer, she’ll just keep calling.” He leans forward to press a kiss to my lips and then hefts himself out of the hot tub.
“Fuck, it’s cold. I’ll get some towels sent up for you. I’m headed somewhere else since they’re gonna get loud.”
“I’ll come too,” Micah says. “There are a couple of things I want to talk to your sisters about.” He shoots me a wink, getting out of the hot tub and pressing a damp kiss to my cheek as he goes.
And then it’s just me and Dorian, who spins me around until I’m straddling him.
“Was that a planned exit, do you think?” I ask. “They wanted to give us some alone time, or something?”
“Pretty sure it was,” Dorian murmurs against my lips, removing his shades and cupping my cheek with one hand. “You know, we have complete privacy up here.”
“Uh huh.” I cock an eyebrow. “Do you think I would be sitting up here in my underwear if I thought anyone else could walk in any minute?”
He brushes his nose against mine. “Shut up. I’m trying to seduce you.”
“Yeah?” I grin at him. “I would have thought you’d have more game. Since when do you need to tell a woman you’re seducing her?”
“Since the only woman I’m interested in seducing isyou, and you make me fucking nervous,” he mumbles, melting my insides into a puddle of goo.
This is the real Dorian. The guy who’s a bit nerdy, still a little bit of an asshole, but nothing like the overconfident douche he pretends to be.
I’m glad he doesn’t feel like he needs to shield his true self from me anymore.
I press my lips to his and he groans into my mouth, tugging me closer until there’s zero space between our bodies. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I run my tongue over the seam of his lips. I don’t know if it’s the mate bond or what, but kissing Dorian is like putting my tongue to a live wire, sending tingles zinging right through my body all the way down to my clit. From a single kiss.
I gyrate against him, feeling his hot, hard cock rubbing directly against my pussy. All I’d need to do is pull my underwear to one side and free his dick and he can slip right inside me.
But—
“You know, water is a shitty lubricant,” I tell him through panted breaths. “And I’m not fucking you in a communal hot tub. That’s gross.”
He nods. “Save the hot tub fucking until we’re home.”
“You have a hot tub at home?” I ask. “Just how many homes do you guys have?”
