Page 85 of Brutal
“Yeah. The public pool was a pretty cheap way to stay entertained during the summer.” I push my foot into his hand. “I bet you’ve fucked in that pool before. There’s no way you haven’t.”
“And in the hot tub,” Drake agrees without hesitation. He pauses, then grins at me. “Wanna fuck in it now?”
I think about how I used to be damn near celibate, and how I’d sneered at the women who fucked everybody who complimented them. I remember being called a frigid bitch more than once by my male classmates.
Amber wouldn’t have agreed to fuck in the hot tub.
But I’m less Amber, more Mimosa now. I nod. “Sure.” I get up and stretch, making my PJ t-shirt rise and expose my belly. “Let’s hope we don’t get so lightheaded we pass out.”
His gaze traces the display of bare skin, and he nods, flashing a grin at me. “I think we’ll be okay. I’ll rescue you if you pass out, though, don’t you worry.”
He follows me and sheds his suit with a relieved sigh as we walk. By the time we get to the jacuzzi on the rooftop patio, he’s fully naked, and his cock is half-hard.
I give it a small stroke and shake my head. “You’re pretty easy after all.”
Drake grins at me. “I never said I wasn’t easy,” he replies. “C’mon.” He uncovers the hot tub and turns on the bubbles before turning to face me. “Need help getting undressed?”
I snort in amusement and loosen my body. “Sure. Undress me, knave.”
Laughing, he comes closer, but instead of simply undressing me, he cups my cheek in his hand and leans in to kiss me. His hand slides under my pajama shirt, over my back. Sobering, he asks softly, “Did you enjoy today? At least a little?”
“Yeah,” I answer, kissing his jaw. “I spent over ten thousand dollars on frivolous crap. I don’t even feel guilty about it either.”
He grins. “Don’t.” He pauses, then says, “You said you went to your campus…” I start to tense up at the mention, which he seems to realize because he quickly goes on, “Do you want to go back? I can pay for your classes. That sounds more your speed than frivolous stuff?” The words come out as more of a question than anything else.
I sigh and rest my head against his shoulder. “Maybe. I need to figure out what I want. No point in going back to the classes if I’m just going to be miserable.” I move my hand down to his bare ass and give it a squeeze. “You sure you want to talk about that now, though?”
“If it would make you happy,” he says, but I can tell he’s distracted enough by the promise of sex to where he’s easy enough to manipulate away from the topic.
I’m just not ready to think about it yet, and sex would be much easier.
He quickly strips me down then, getting into the hot tub and offering his hand to help me into it.
I sigh as I slip into the water. It’s actually very nice, and for a few seconds, we sit quietly and let the jet streams massage our backs.
The cool air is an amazing contrast to the heat, and I can admit that our view of the sunset is pretty spectacular.
“You didn’t grow up rich,” I say quietly as I twine my hand with his. “You built the company and decided to be one of those people who buys a penthouse condo and has a hot tub on the balcony to look out over the entire city.”
He tenses at that. I’m not sure he’s going to reply, not at first. It takes him a full minute to tell me in a rough voice, “Yep.”
“Are you happier now than back then?” I laugh darkly. “Great foreplay conversation, I know.”
“We suck at that today, apparently,” Drake says. “Do you want to stop? Or do you really want to know the answer to that question?”
I shift to straddle his lap and place my hands on his shoulders. His eyes look tired, more than I expected from the man who rush-ordered sex toys and suggested a quickie in his hot tub.
“I don’t know, Drake. I think…” I kiss his forehead. “I think we’re both trying to figure shit out. But it doesn’t have to be right now.”
His hard cock slides against my cunt.
“Good,” he says with an awkward chuckle. “Because I could think of better things to do with our mouths than talking about shit like this.”
Shit he doesn’t want to talk about, obviously, but I don’t call him out on it.
We kiss, and it’s surprisingly gentle. I like being on top of him like this, even if the cool air is making me shiver and my nipples pebble up. I ignore that, running my hands over his shoulders and chest while our tongues tangle.
The heat of the water feels especially nice in contrast, and I sink down onto him as I wrap my arms around him. Those soft kisses turn into something hungrier, more intense, and I stop thinking about school and his past and everything else that could turn this from a fun fuck into something sobering.