“You were hoping to get in my pants when you didn’t know if I’d even open the door?” I ask him, teasing.
“It’s better to be prepared than to be without ammo standing in the middle of a battlefield.”
“What?” I laugh.
“Shh. Never mind.” He climbs over me, pushing me backward and diving down toward my breasts, treating each nipple with gentle flicks of his tongue. The cool air from my fan hits the wet trail he leaves behind, and the pain and swelling inside of me grow stronger. His hand travels down my stomach, slowly grazing down between my thighs and lightly pulsating a finger inside of me. The simple touch makes me go crazy, and I can’t control the volume of my moans or pleas for more. “Don’t tease me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he tells me.
“You won’t.” I don’t know that for sure, but I’m wet and waiting, and I don’t know how it could hurt more than it does right now.
He takes the vibrator and places the switch on low before touching it to where his finger just was. The sensation is like overdrive, and I don’t want to finish before I feel him inside of me. “Please,” I beg.
He removes the vibrator and places it down beside me. The sound of the buzzing is making me hot, though. He rolls a condom down over his erect cock and grabs it by the shaft before slowly easing into me. The sensation is tight, and the pain is mild, but the pleasure is overwhelming. I must look scared, but I don’t want that to stop him. “Are you okay?”
“More,” I whine.
He places the vibrator onto my clit as he slowly pumps into me over and over. My body is moving on its own, racing to a finish line I can’t see, and my brain overfills with erratic thoughts, none of which are comprehensible. My cries turn into full-blown screams as I reach up, wanting to touch every part of him before wrapping my hands tightly around his ass, grabbing what I’ve wanted to since the first time he waved it in front of me at the pool. It’s like holding onto two firm kickballs, with the ability to dig my fingernails into the flesh to keep myself steady and bring myself closer, to eliminate whatever space is left between us.
My body is arched off the bed as a numbing sensation masked in the form of warm honey fills every inch of my body. I’m weak but hot. I’m excited but breathless. I’m tired but want more. As my body releases and falls back into the plushness of my mattress, a coated rush of pressure surges into me, and Denver falls to the side, catching his breaths along with me. “Did I hurt you?” he asks through the sound of exhaustion.
“No, you fixed me. The burning pain from loneliness, lack of touch, and no understanding of desire is gone.”
“You weren’t broken. You just didn’t let yourself free to experience life for yourself,” he tells me. “Let me care about you, Kai.”
“If that’s what you call caring about someone, you can care about me whenever you want,” I murmer.
He smiles so sweetly that his dimples deepen and his eyes squint closed. He’s perfect. I’ve waited a long time for perfect, but I didn’t give up hope that I’d find what I was looking for. I just hope this isn’t a dream reaching a short-lived, happy ending.
“I don’t want to leave you like this, but I have to go. I have to pick up Aya from the painting activity at the hotel,” he whispers into my ear.
“It’s okay. I’m going to work, and I’m going to keep my eyes open for hot, single dads who might be horsing around the pool with their daughters.”
“I might be one of those single dads horsing around the pool with my daughter. I look for trouble with hot lifeguards sometimes. It’s just what I do.”
“Denver if you’re looking for trouble, don’t mistake me for being uneducated on what it takes to punish a man the right way. I might not have the experience to prove it, but I have the knowledge to back up my actions.”
“Whoa, that escalated quickly. What exactly are you talking about right now?” he asks.
I grab the vibrator he dropped beside us and turn it on high. “I don’t know. Maybe next time it’s your turn to meet Thumper.”
“Hell no. You need to go back to sex-ed, Kai.”
“And you need to behave yourself,” I tell him with a wink.
Truth be told, I needed the morning off to collect my thoughts. Guilt, happiness, sadness—everything hit me last night, and I couldn’t come to terms with the directions my thoughts were going in. I want to be selfish, but it’s not the way I typically go about things, especially when my selfishness could hurt a child.
The lunch crowd has taken off to tend to their afternoon naps or downtown strolls, so it’s a little quieter at the pool now. At least I missed the morning rush. It’s weird. I don’t think I’ve ever called into work sick. Maybe I need a break sometimes.
At least I have a view for now. The pool is typically only for guests, but Denver seems to have made friends with the right people while he was staying here, so no one minds him using the pool, I guess. He’s such a charmer—with a nice ass that his wet bathing suit clings to as if it were tattooed onto his body.
As if he had an inkling that I was looking at him, he looks over his shoulder at me from across the pool, then looks down at his ass, and smiles. I get a thumbs-up, and I throw my hand over my eyes and look the other way. My God. He knows I like to keep my professionalism on the up-and-up, and he taunts me because of it.
“Kai!” Aya yells from across the pool. She’s standing on the ledge in her neon purple bathing suit, pinching her nose as she prepares to jump into the pool. “Watch this!”
I cup my hand over my eyes to see her without a glare, and I smile so she knows I’m watching as she jumps in cannonball style. She’s been practicing her cannonball form all week, and she’s making quite a splash now.
“You got me wet all the way over here,” I shout over to her as she emerges from the water.
