I can’t help but grin. My father is a born storyteller, and I’m glad he’s finding his place here.
“We’ve got a few hours before the big meeting, and I have the perfect idea.” Dayton grabs my shoulder and reaches for Farron who dodges out of his grip. “You two are tense. And what better way to relax than with a dip in the hot springs?”
21
Dayton
Itwasafuckingbad idea to go into the hot springs butt-ass naked. Not that I would’ve done it any other way. I just didn’t expect Rosalina to show up looking like a goddess.
She’d run to her room before we walked down to the grotto. I can only assume Marigold and Astrid fixed her up perfectly for this occasion, those little scoundrels.
Rosalina’s wearing a long black dress that wraps tightly around her arms before becoming almost sheer, with fabric crisscrossing over her full waist. It offers me a sight of what she has on underneath, or lack thereof. Only the swimming equivalent of a black bra and panties.
Beneath the translucent fabric, her breasts look so full. Her soft stomach and thighs yearn to be grabbed. Fuck, I’m so hard, it’ll be clear the moment she gets close.
Right now, Rosalina stands at the sloping entrance of the hot springs, running her feet through the sand.
The water is crystal clear and glows with an ethereal light. The steam rises from the surface, carrying the scent of salt and citrus. I let out a contented sigh and sink deeper, feeling the tension in my muscles ease. It’s peaceful here. The hot springs in Castletree have always been my retreat, and I’m more than happy to share it with these two.
My gaze drifts over to Farron, sitting beside the waterfall. Damn, I’m surprised a storm cloud hasn’t formed above his head, he’s so gloomy. I guess losing control of his beast, hurting me, having his stupid-ass brothers attempt to assassinate the Protector of the Realms, and learning his mommy went over his head to declare war on Winter is a lot to deal with.
But Rosie’s back. Doesn’t that make everything better?
Slowly, I wade over to him. Farron didn’t even get in. Perched on the rocky rim, pants rolled up to his knees, he kicks his feet like a forlorn puppy.
He flinches away from me as I near, but I know it’s not because he doesn’t want my touch. He’s afraid of hurting me again.
I turn back to our girl. “Coming in, Blossom?”
“Yeah,” she says, then her dark brows shoot up, and she touches the moonstone rose pendant on her necklace. “I almost forgot. This is glued together, so I don’t know how it’ll hold up in the water.”
“Got your own special locket now, eh?”
“Kind of. It’s broken.”
Farron quirks his head. “Bring it here. Maybe I can fix it.”
“Always tinkering with something,” I tease.
Rosalina walks along the edge of the hot springs and places her moonstone necklace into Farron’s palm. He examines it for a moment before tucking it into his breast pocket.
Rosalina plops down beside him, letting her feet sink in the water. She tilts her head back and lets out a soft moan. “This feels so good.”
I see my reaction mirrored on Farron. It’s bloody dangerous for her to make those noises around us. Her eyes flutter open as she gazes at my body, and there’s no way she can’t perceive my hard length beneath the water.
“Sorry,” I say, gesturing down at my uncontrollable cock. “It’s been a while.”
She eyes Farron and I. “You two haven’t…?”
“It’s hard to be with someone when they’re too drunk to stand,” Farron mutters.
And it’s hard to fuck a ghost.Because that’s what Farron had been after she left. He’d go to the library and open books, but he wasn’t reading, wasn’t researching. Sometimes at night, I’d creep up to the dungeon to watch the wolf thrash in its cell, because seeing its fury reminded me that at least there was one emotion left in him.
“Well, I’m glad to see you’re not drunk now,” Rosalina teases me.
“The only thing I’m drunk on is your beauty,” I say. She flushes and Farron leans down, playfully splashing me.
“Hey.” I wade closer, placing my lips to the bare skin of his knee. “You’re beautiful, too.”
