When I arrived at the pool, Katya was stretched out across one of the teak chaise loungers. She rested on her stomach, bikini top unfastened and thong bottoms pushed down so that the crack of her plump ass winked at me. Her hands were folded beneath her cheek, her head turned to the side. I couldn’t tell if her eyes were closed behind the shades, not at the angle I was approaching her.
Stepping quietly, I moved to the side of the lounger and bent down to trail fingers slowly up her leg, from her ankle to the back of her knee which made her shiver. I kept moving, my light touch barely grazing her sun kissed skin. I reached the firm rounding of her buttocks and I opened my hand to cup her cheek with my palm.
I was prepared to have her protest, sit up fast and furiously and slap me with her words and hand, but she continued to lie still against the chaise, her body relaxed save for little quakes of pleasure.
Lowering to my knees, I leaned my face down and nipped at her waist, small bites that made me crave more,so much more.
“Is that you with my drink, Berenado? I didn’t realize the passion fruit mojito came with lip service.” She purred the words, arching her back in a stretch and moaning gently. “I think I dozed off. What time is it?”
“I’m not your waiter, Kitty Kat,” I growled deeply, bending down to nip her harder, pulling her delicate, smooth skin into my mouth just this side of too hard so that I’d leave a mark.
“Hmm,” she murmured, turning around and letting her bikini top fall lazily off her breasts. “I should have known. Berenado knows how to bite a woman.” Katya reached up and pulled her shades down the bridge of her nose, staring at me intently.
“So, you’re fucking the waitstaff now, is that it?” I felt heat rise in my chest as I glanced down at her perfect tits. She smiled, a deep satisfaction crossing her features as she noticed where my gaze lay. No, that wasn’t how this worked. I got a rise out of Katya, not the other way around.
“Well, a girl has needs.” She shrugged, glancing down at her naked tits as if she hadn’t realized she was bare breasted for anyone nearby to see. “Oops,” she gave a small laugh and pulled it up, securing it around her back and neck again.
I smirked, the anger gone as fast as it had started to arrive. “So, I was right then.”
“Right about?” she asked nonchalantly, standing up from the chaise lounge and moving lazily towards the pool’s edge.
“You were faking last night. That guy didn’t satisfy you. Not one damn bit.” I stood up too, following her over and staring her down, waiting for her to deny it.
“You’re wrong,” she took off her sunglasses fully now, hooking them with one finger before tossing them towards her towel on the ground next to the chaise. She missed, but didn’t so much as cringe when her expensive shades clunked against the stamped concrete.
“I’m guessing his aim was as bad as yours,” I poked again, unable to help the way my smirk shifted into a full-blown grin. “Which amazes me, since it’s probably like throwing a hotdog down a hallway now with you. Stretched out,” I winked, “and well used.”
Her gaze narrowed and she frowned. But instead of volleying vitriol at me, Katya rushed forward, grabbed me by the shoulders, and tried to pull me into the pool.
But the joke was on her, because if I was going down, so was she.
I laughed as Katya yelped. She’d miscalculated, and she knew it. The woman weighed all of a hundred and fifteen pounds. I pushed two-fifty. We fell sideways together, crashing into the crystal-clear azure water with enough force to send us sinking towards the bottom. I pulled her to me as we descended, feeling her soft curves wrap around me.
Her hair flew around her in a dark erratic halo, off and on obscuring her face as it waved through the water. I glimpsed her through that rippling wetness. Goddamn, she was even beautiful like this.
I couldn’t help myself.
The next time her hair shifted away, revealing her eyes and her nose and her mouth, I pulled her more firmly to me and I mashed my lips against hers. I devoured Katya, relishing every second of the stolen, hidden moment. I continued kissing her even as we hit the bottom, and both simultaneously bent our legs and pushed upwards towards air.
And, if I were totally honest with myself, I didn’t want to reach the surface.
Chapter Ten
Katya
He kissed me… goddammit, he kissed me. Again. And worse,I liked it.
My legs wrapped automatically around his waist so we weren’t separated by the force of ascending. My manicured nails ran gently up and down his muscular back, and I returned his kiss. And it wasn’t mechanical. It wasn’t because he was kissing me and my body wanted to return the favor automatically. No, I kissed him because my heart and my brain and everything inside of me was screaming for Nik.
Passion flooded all around me, as wet as ocean waves and with a current just as strong. I couldn’t fight it.
As we broke the surface of the water, I tore my mouth from his and gasped into the warm morning air. My body still clung to him, legs still wrapped around his torso like my life depended upon it and I noted that his arms still held me too. Strong arms around my waist, a hard length nudging between my legs.
Nik and I stared at one another for a long moment, silence slicing the air between us. I should have been furious. I would normally have been furious. Yet hearing him with those two women last night had undone something inside of me and no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t seem to shove it back into the box.
Laughter erupted from the side of the pool and we broke our stare to turn and look, seeing Alexander and Marisha watching us. Marisha was dressed in a gorgeous white string bikini that perfectly showed her delicate figure, and Alex was wearing black swim trunks, his sculpted figure on show for all the world to see, his long black braid dangling down his back. They looked beautiful together, I couldn’t deny it. Like something from a magazine. He was dark as night, golden skin, black hair and beard and even blacker eyes and she was the embodiment of light. Red hair, pale skin, light eyes and an open expression.
Alex was still laughing, his arm wrapped around Marisha’s waist, and for her grace she was only smiling shyly, a small blush on her cheeks.
