I hold still and take a breath, clawing for sanity.
‘So fucking good,’ I stress, pulling all the way out just so I can slam back in.
Her moan rips through the room. Her wrists strain against my grip.
‘You need something to bite.’
It ain’t a question, and her eyes flash as she leans into my chest, teeth biting into muscle, the sharp hit of pain shooting up with pleasure.
‘That’s my girl.’
And I lose all sense of time and place as I pound into her. A fierce, urgent rhythm, that she matches thrust for thrust. Heat, chlorine, want thicken the air, the wet slap of our bodies echoing as loud as her cries ever did.
Towels fall off the rack, tools hit the deck, bottles roll…
‘Jesus. Axel. Jesus,’ she pants up at me, eyes wide, almost disbelieving – hell, I’m disbelieving. That it’s her eyes looking at me, her body clinging to me, her pussy holding me tight.
‘Believe it, Baby Girl.’ I lean in, bite the soft skin of her neck, graze her lobe with my teeth. ‘I told you I’d give you what you asked for; I meant it.’
I reach between us, thumb stroking over her clit.
‘Until you have my baby inside you,’ I say against her ear, ‘this is what you’ll get.’
And I drive into her, again and again. Hard, relentless, until she’s shattering against me. Her climax so perfect, so mine, and my release tears through me, spasm after spasm, spilling hot inside her.
And that’s me: trembling, shaken, wrecked to my core…
Another piece of me gone. At least that’s how it feels. Physically. Metaphorically.
But what happens when there’s nothing left of me to give?
My fist loosens without my permission, her wrists slipping free. Her arms close around me, and I should shrug them off – I know I should – but I don’t. I can’t.
I shove my face into her neck and her scent hits me. Too familiar. Too much. It’s supposed to steady me, but it knocks me off balance, the ground sliding out from under me… and I’m fucked if I fall.
‘Wow,’ she murmurs, hot breath against my ear, fingers stroking through my hair.
‘Yeah, wow…’
Because what happens when I have to walk away and there’s nothing left of me to walk?
‘Axel, mate, you here?’
My head shoots up as Taylor stiffens around me, her curse an echo of my own – Theo.
‘He must have seen your stuff,’ she whispers.
‘My stuff withyourhat,yourglasses…’
Shit.
‘I’ll go get rid of him,’ I say, pulling out of her, my body resenting the loss even as my head tells me to get back in my lane. Toe the line.
I snatch a towel from the shelf and swipe it between us, slowing to caress her clean and she sucks in a breath, her stomach contracting as her legs tighten and tremble.
She meets my gaze, lip trapped in her teeth, a whimper teasing low in her throat. And I realise if I don’t stop this second, I won’t be going anywhere until I tip her over again – survival and getting caught be damned.
I take her hand and place it over the towel, a silent command for her to take over, and pull my shorts up. ‘Hang back until we’re gone.’
