“Careful,” I warn, not bothering to lower my voice because I don't care if Jovi or anyone else hears us. His hands tighten briefly on my arms as he moves his hips, like he doesn't care if anyone hears us either.
“Please,” he scoffs softly. “You know there isn’t a damn thing you could do to me that I wouldn’t want. Wouldn't love.” I hum in fake consideration.
“You sure about that, pretty boy?”
He chuckles, low and arrogant. He’s testing me. He’s always testing me. I glance over my shoulder at him, his eyes glittering with heat and it’s all I can do not to fuck him right here in this damn pool.
“I’m sure about you,” he replies lazily, and that’s all it takes. I twist suddenly in his arms, water splashing as I spin around and shove him backwards. He barely has time to react before his back hits the edge of the pool, the tiled edge digging into him, but I don't give a fuck. My hand comes up fast, gripping tightly to his throat, enough to show him just what his words do to me. Hisbreath hitches and his bright, bi-colored eyes darken instantly when he realizes our dicks are touching andfuck…he feels so good.
“How sure?” I murmur, thrusting my hips against him again, pinning his left arm along the edge of the pool with my free hand, the other still closed around his throat. I can feel how fast his heart is racing against my skin, our chests bumping together and I swallow hard from the sheer need for him. My own heart pumps faster as I lean in, brushing my lips over his and it only causes a whimper to escape from somewhere deep within his throat.
“Haze…” he says huskily, his voice thick with desperation, his chest rising and falling faster now as I drag my tongue along the edge of his full, fuckable lips. He parts them for me without an ounce of hesitation, our cocks jumping, brushing together through the fabric of our shorts. An annoying barrier that’s in the way of what we both want. I want to feel him against me. All of him. I cravehim in ways only he knows how to give and I've never been a patient man.
His tongue softly brushes against mine as we start to kiss. Slow at first. But the second his hand squeezes mine, our kiss becomes frantic. The water ripples around us and I remove my hand from around his throat, shifting lower to the side of his body to grip his hip, holding him in place as I thrust against his cock. He moans into my mouth like the needy fucking brat he is and once I release his pinned arm, he’s all over me. Within seconds, he wraps his legs around me, grinding his erection against mine as we claim each other’s mouths.
I reach up and pull at the knot on top of his head, my fingers tangling in the tied, wet strands before I tug and tug, until finally, his hair falls free. It tumbles down, clinging to his tattooed neck and shoulders and fuck. He’s so sexy.
“You're like a fucking god, you know that?” I say almost panting, because he really is. Every inch of him is fucking perfect, perfect for me. Every sculpted, glistening muscle has him looking like a sun-soaked Adonis, beautifully golden and I'll never get enough of him.
“Mine,” he gasps, his breathing just as rough as my own, his hands on my body everywhere, like he needs to feel as much of me as possible.
“Mine, baby,” I reply, just as he pulls back a little, creating enough space between our bodies to allow him to fumble at the waistband of my shorts. Understanding hits me and I do the same, pulling his shorts down his hips and over his gorgeously round, toned ass. We shift until our erections are in line with one another, our balls brushing together and it sends a wave of electrifying heat straight through me. I grip both our cocks with one hand, the other holding his shoulder as our gazes lock on our connection. I start to pump slowly. The water only adds to how good he feels against me and I want more. I gaze up at him. His lips are parted as he watches, captivated by each pump of my fist with lust and anticipation swimming in his eyes.
My balls are fucking throbbing for him. I love it when we're like this. We’re both hard as fucking stone and I don’t know how much more of thisteasingI can take. I need inside him, swimming pool be damned.
A sharp gasp cuts through the sound of sloshing water, and Beau’s head snaps to my left. I follow his line of sight and see Jovi standing frozen by the pool, a tray ofsmoothiesor something in her hands. I blink away the water droplets, noticing her mortified expression when she realizes what we're doing. Her gaze drops to where my and Beau’s bodies are connected and when she sees it, she doesn't move. She just watches us, a searing rush of heat burning in her gaze. Something curious and undeniable is written within her shockedexpression, but it only encourages me. My fist pumps our cocks faster. My movements are even more desperate now that we have an audience, and Beau’s breathing grows uneven. His chest rises and falls rapidly from the pleasure I'm giving him, but still, his eyes remain locked on her. Jovi’s lips part slightly, a soft, silent exhale slipping free and I swear her fucking eyes darken.
“Will you look at that, Beau,” I murmur, my voice teasing. “It seems our princess likes the view.” Her breath catches instantly and I don't miss the way she presses her thighs together, almost unconsciously with each of my words. Her hazel eyes flutter for a split second, her hands white-knuckling the tray she's holding and it's almost like she's torn between temptation and escape. Desire and self-preservation.
Come on, baby. Come play with us.
“Fuck!” Beau moans and I chuckle lightly, my cock hardening even more as Jovi drags her lower lip between her teeth, a silent confession of the storm raging behind her eyes. Fuck she's beautiful. Even more than she was back in high school. She's all curves and sunshine now and if she doesn't walk away soon, she's going to learn just how fucking badly we’re affected by her.
“You like that, don't you?” I tease softly. Neither one of them knows who I'm talking to, which is half the thrill. But I catch Beau nodding in my periphery. I look over to see his jaw locked tight, and it only makes me pump our cocks harder. “You like watching him come undone for you, Princess?” I say, lifting my gaze to meet hers. She takes a step closer, a little shaky, the heat of the moment and what we’re doing enveloping us. I can feel her eyes crawling over my skin, the same way they did yesterday, and it sets my every nerve on fucking fire.
I had only surmised her attraction before, but now, there’s no way she can deny it. The want, the raw fucking hunger is written all over her face as she gazes down at our cocks in my hand.
She wants us. At the very least, she’s intrigued and that's something I can work with. If this unspokenthingbetween us has any chance of evolving beyond our own minds, I'm going to be the one to make it happen. To bring whatever we're feeling to the surface. Because let's face it. Beau and West are too damn hesitant or pig-headed to do anything about it.
Something wicked in me decides to test her. If she’s anything like West, she’s holding onto her self-control with every bit of strength she has, but I'll be the one to guide her. To show her that it's okay to let go. Because underneath all the bullshit, I know that’s what everyone here wants. What I want.
What's the worst that can happen? She says no and walks away? At least then we’ll know. That look in her eyes, paired with the fact that she hasn't left yet, tells me everything I need to know. She's not sure what this is, but she wants it anyway. She just needs a little push.
They all do.
“Put the tray down, baby,” I say, my voice lower as I slow my pace, not wanting this moment to end just yet. Beau whimpers in protest, but he can wait. Her brows furrow slightly before she searches for somewhere to place the drinks. I watch as she sets the tray down, then turns back around to face us. “That’s a good girl. Now, come a little closer.”
Would you fucking believe it, she does. God, I fucking knew it. Slowly, she nears the edge of the pool, a little nervous, but her eyes betray her. She might look like the innocent girl next door, but there’s a fucking seductive tempest raging inside this woman, desperately waiting to be set free.
“Holyfuckingchrist,” Beau mumbles in disbelief, his cock jerking with each lazy stroke of my hand. For fuck’s sake. He and West are such pussies sometimes.
Can’t they see what I see?
Well, maybe they do, but they’re just too damn scared to act on it.
Jovi Stone isn't what she seems. She's so much deeper than anyone realizes. I can't believe I didn't see it before. It's no wonder she was never interested in a relationship back then. Yeah, she was with Theo recently, but that didn't work. For many reasons, I'm sure. My guess? She hadn’t found the right kind of love yet. I see it in her eyes. The spark of curiosity, the silent understanding. She's telling me everything without saying a single word. She wants something different. Something that can't be boxed or labeled, which sounds oddly familiar. That's how things were with Beau and me before West came along, and when he did, everything sort of… fell into place. No matter how hard the world tries to shove their agendas down our throats, love is love, man. It existed before we did, and it'll exist long after we're all gone.
I narrow my gaze on her, tilting my head slightly. Studying her.
