Vivian Arend - Rocky Mountain Haven

She returned his grin and winked. “I’m easy that way.” The instant heat that smouldered back made her sex ache. Beth closed her eyes and sank into the water, enjoying his touch far more than any massage she’d gotten since the accident.

The last couple of times they’d come to the pool, Daniel had been all about the kids. Oh, he’d been courteous and helped her get where she needed to go, but he’d kept most of his attention on the boys, enticing them to try a few floats and swimming strokes. Playing tag and generally wearing them out. She’d relaxed in the warm water of the kiddie pool, clapping and waving every time the request “Look at me, Mommy” echoed.

Something warm had sprouted in her heart as she watched him with her sons, seeing him without any agenda except to have fun and enjoy their company.

It gave her hope, far more than she wanted it to.

Now he turned all that focused attention on her. He rubbed and caressed her feet, one at a time, then switched back and did her calves. By that time she was boiling alive between the heat of the water and the heat of his touch. Her breasts ached, and the core of her body felt hollow and empty. When he tugged her by the hand, she shook herself alert, slightly dazed.

“Come on.” Daniel helped her out of the hot tub, draping her towel around her neck before offering his elbow. She limped at his side, leaning on his arm for balance. He carried her crutches in his other hand, the ones she used to get around in the change room until she put the brace back on.

“Where are we going?”

“For some non-vanilla.”

She stumbled and he steadied her quickly. “You’re not serious,” she hissed.

“Never been more serious in my life.”

Holy cow, he was too.

He nodded politely at the ladies as they manoeuvred past the deck chairs. One woman eyed him hungrily, and Beth wanted to hang a sign around his neck saying Taken .

Where the hell had that come from? She beat down the feelings of jealousy as fast as she could. Daniel and her were…friends…although it appeared they were about to enjoy some benefits. Sweet Jesus. The heat racing over her skin had nothing to do with the hot tub they’d just left.

Daniel took the side hallway between the men’s and ladies’ change rooms, glancing behind them cautiously before opening a door and leading her in. It was one of the family change rooms. The rectangular room held a small wall-mounted bench and a larger shower enclosure at the far end. He leaned the crutches against the far wall then closed the door. The click of the lock echoed loud in the room.

“Daniel, what—?”

He spun her in his arms, and swallowed the question. He took control of her lips, clutching their bodies together tightly, kissing her madly. She gave in, the need for him having built too high over the past days to try and deny anymore.

Teeth and tongues, wet touches, simmering need. All she could do was feel, all she could think about was the way her body reacted. He peeled off one shoulder strap of her tank-top suit and fastened his mouth to her breast. Sucking the tip hard, he nipped and licked and drove her mad. He leaned her back on the wall and peeled down the other strap, one hand cupping the round of her breast before feasting on it in turn. Every nerve in her body sang. The constant ache in her leg faded to nothing as pleasure rose higher and higher. She ran her fingers through his hair, holding his mouth to her intimately. The repetitious tug of his lips teased and ramped up her need.

It only took a second for him to strip away the rest of her suit, and her hands flew upward in an attempt to cover her torso.

“Darling, you’re gorgeous. Don’t hide, don’t let yourself doubt how fucking incredible it makes me feel to see you naked in front of me.” Daniel spoke quietly, his hands clasping her fingers gently and tugging her arms to the sides. Beth planted her palms against the wall for balance, her legs spread wide.

“Sweet mercy, woman.” He drew a finger down her torso as he knelt at her feet, and her belly fluttered under his touch. He leaned closer and took a deep breath in through his nose. “I can smell your desire. You’re wet just thinking about what we’re going to do, aren’t you?”

Her legs trembled. “What are we going to do?”

His wicked grin flashed. “I already told you. Non-vanilla. We’ve got forty-five minutes left.”

With one hand he separated the curls of her body, touching her slowly, his gaze never leaving hers. Again and again he circled a finger along the sensitive skin of her sex, her labia and her clit pulsing in time with her heart. A single finger slipped into her depths, and he licked her clit and she moaned.

“You can make some noise, but no screaming, okay? I’ll take you somewhere for the screaming sex another time.”

“Jesus, Daniel, shut up already and…hell.” He bit her clit and the top of her head nearly blew off, it felt so damn good. Another finger joined the first, and he stroked and teased her, inside and out now, his tongue moving rapidly against her throbbing clit. His fingers plunged into her faster and faster until there was no hope of holding back, and her orgasm flashed like a wild fire. He slowed his strokes, drawing out the waves until she grasped his head and dragged him away from her now-too-sensitive center.

He rose, and those eyes caught her in his spell. He stripped off his swim trunks, and she swore at the size of him, his erection slamming into his belly as he stood. He pulled a condom from the towel on the counter, rolled it on and stepped closer.

“Daniel, how are we going to—?”

He kissed her wildly, that massive cock caught between their bodies, the heat of it branding her belly. When he finally pulled away, they both gasped for air.

“Fucking need to be inside you. Now.”

“Yes, please…yes.” She would have begged for longer but there was no need. Her desperation was reflected in his eyes as well. He stood her on her good leg and took hold of her injured one.

“Tell me if this hurts.”

He lifted her thigh slowly, cautiously, watching her face the whole time. The angle took the pressure off the nerves that were usually pinched and sore, and she tugged his hips to get him closer to where she needed him. “It’s good, it’s good. Oh God, now, please .”

He lined up the head of his shaft, nudging against her labia, slowly opening her. He rocked his hips a few times, slipping against her, and it felt so amazing she panted for air, clutching him in an attempt to pull him farther in.

He clasped her chin with his free hand and, as their eyes met, powered into her body.

Full.

Stretched apart.

Aching and wanting and—damn, it felt amazing. She watched his eyes flicker for a second before he dropped his forehead to hers. “That is about the hottest sensation I’ve ever felt. Fuck.” He took a deep breath. “You good, darling?”

There was no way on earth she could speak. She nodded.

Slow, even, tortuous, wonderful. He withdrew, paused, then thrust in again. Her breath shot out as his cock rocketed in, and she clutched his shoulders, closing her eyes to let the sensations take control. Let him take control.

He filled her completely, his girth stretching her more than she ever remembered. Maybe it was the angle, maybe it was because they were both panting with desire. Maybe it was the fact that outside the door there were people innocently swimming laps, but she’d never been so turned on before in her life. Every plunge rubbed spots inside that in turn lit nerves on fire in chain reactions throughout her body. Her breasts bounced as he rammed himself deep into her core, the broad expanse of his chest rubbing her now screamingly sensitive nipples on every stroke he delivered. Beth’s world diminished to the sensory overload enclosed in the small chlorine-scented space.