I smell my body wash on Liam and smile as I reach behind me to grab hold of him at the same time his arms snake around my waist.
“Everything okay?” Liam asks, looking between his dad and me.
“Everything’s fine, son. Just burying the past and starting fresh,” Patrick says.
“You okay if we call it a night? I’d like to show my husband?—”
“There’s no need to finish that sentence, son,” Patrick laughs. “You two get out of here. We’ll hit the slopes in the morning.”
After the rest of the goodbyes are given, Liam and I make our way back to our cabin. Flicking on the lights and hearing the peace and quiet, I’ve never been so tired and wound up at the same time.
I practically drag Liam down the hall, just needing to hold him. To feel his skin against mine as we watch the snow fall.
We rented the same cabin we had last year, and it holds so many memories for us.
“You know,” Liam starts as we enter the bedroom. “I never did come in the hot tub last year.”
“That’s because it’s terribly unsanitary and rude for all the people who will use it after us,” I remind him, making him laugh.
“You think everyone else who stays here isn’t getting off in that thing? Please. You’re not that naïve.”
He’s probably right. I mean, they do shock it with a shitload of chlorine between guests, right?
“What do you say, Li? Want to get naked in the hot tub?”
Grinning, he says, “I thought you’d never ask.”
We strip down, grab the resort robes from the closet, plug Li’s phone into the little dock on the wall, and head outside.
It’s snowing and cold as all fuck, but sinking into the warm water feels heavenly.
“Oh gooooood,” I moan as my body goes weightless in the water.
“Hey,” Liam whines. “It’s supposed to bemewho makes you sound like that.”
“You do. Daily,” I remind him.
Smiling, he places his robe across the wooden banister and climbs in after me.
“Oh, fuck, you’re right, that feels so damn good.”
I take in the man across from me. His broad chest, his messy hair, his beautiful, familiar face. The freckle just above his lip. The way the muscles in his shoulders dance as he moves his hands back and forth under the water.
“Why are you staring at me?” he asks.
“Because you’re hot as fuck, and I want to admire my husband,” I tell him.
Liam’s wingspan is huge, and he easily grabs hold of me, even though I’m across the tub. Pulling me to him, I straddle his thighs, thankful he chose the deepest seat, so my chest isn’t in the cold air.
I start rocking my hips into him immediately, my fingers laced behind his neck for leverage.
His head falls back onto the edge of the tub. “Fuck, D. I love when you do that.”
Since we’re both naked, there’s nothing between his cock and mine. They glide along each other in the water in a way that has my balls tingling already. Liam scoots to the left a little, readjusting so we’re over one of the jets.
“Oh, shiiiiiit.” I buck in his arms as the bubbles tickle the space between my asshole and my balls.
Liam’s hands find my ass, and he latches on, using the grip to move me how he wants me.
