“Then what?”
“You like to make me miserable, don’t you?”
He smiles. “Maybe. Say pussy.”
“No. Stop studying and fuck me.”
He slips his finger into my ass this time. No warning. Only an unexpected slippery slide inside, an intense rush of pleasure. I stare right at him, and he looks up from his focused effort with a grin, eyes glittering gold and black. I tense around his finger, suddenly much too aware of its location.
He strokes my back with the hand holding me up and wiggles his finger gently, not taking that infectious gaze off me. “Let me in.”
I relax at his soft words, and he wastes no time pushing deeper as he twists and curls his finger.
“Holy ass fucker!” My whole body jerks upward, squeezing him tight, then splashes back down. I grip the ledge behind me. Heat shoots through my core, my chest… all over. The pressure is perfect in the most devastating way.
His chuckle reaches my bones. “You can saythat, but you won’t say pussy?”
I scoff.
He pulls out a bit and pushes back in, letting more of the slippery water smooth the deep slide inside. “Kelter says you could call it a cooch.”
I exhale, my brain protesting the mention. “That’s even worse. And tell him to butt out. This can’t be two against one.”
“He can’t help being around when my finger is in your ass.” He wiggles it as if to prove his point on exactly how mentally consuming it is. For anyone involved. “I’m too turned on to block him. Just like I walked around hard whilehekept you warm at night.”
Is hedefendinghim?
“I don’t want to think about that. Or him.” I squirm, only managing to take in more of his finger. “I thought you’d be inside me by now. Why do you insist on making me wait for everything?”
“He’s your link. He’s physically uncomfortable being away from you. WhichIfeel too, even though I’m here.”
Okay, so we’re doing this. We’re going to talk about Kelter while he fingerfucks my ass.Lovely.I stare at the dark ceiling before returning my attention to the sight of him pinned by my knees, his hand between my legs. “He’s my Kelt, my friend. I need to be near him too, but I’mnot going to fall apart every time I miss him. Iwillfall apart if you stop what you’re doing, though.”
He looks over my naked body before him, wet and needy, but his eyes settle on my face, such a threat of flight in them that I want to hold him and never let go. “Maybe you’re only okay with being separated from him because he’s a part of me, and you’re with me.”
The words he couldn’t say chain up my heart:Maybe you only want me because of him.
My fingers press so hard into the ledge behind my head that they tingle. I hug him with my legs. “Maybe I’m okay because I’m withyou, and it has nothing to do with him.”
He releases a stilted sigh and twists his finger inside me. His thumb finds my clit at the same time. “Am I real yet?”
My back arches at the pleasure he so easily rouses in me, but it could all be in my head. “I still have my doubts.”
“Want to know what I feel?” he asks.
“Ew, no.”
“Not with my finger. What I feel fromyou. Your pain. And your desire, so godsdamn strong I don’t know how you’re still conscious. And how livid you are with me for taking my time.”
“Get out of my head and focus.”
“I’m not in your head. Part of you is in me.Inme, Never. Forever. I told you I wouldn’t ever let you go. I meant it in more ways than one. You’re mine.”
And with that declaration, he slides his finger out, grabs me by the waist and flips me around. A second later I’m out of the water and freezing. My hands slap the stone.
Standing behind me in the hot spring, likely pleased with his view of me on my hands and knees, he smacks my ass. I flinch in surprise but can’t find words when his breath passes over the tingling skin. Even less so when he bites me and pushes my knees farther apart.
“Just like that,” he whispers, then runs his tongue up the inside of my thigh, stopping to nibble, teeth pinching. Then the other side. He nuzzles his nose close and kisses the creases of my thighs, his chin rough, his warm breath making me leak. Arousal pounds through me in violent waves. I form fists over the smooth floor, curling my toes and pushing my hips closer to his face.
