Page 89 of Shattered Trinket

I find Cozy sitting outside, swishing her feet back and forth in the pool as she stares out over the backyard. The sun shines down on her—making her pretty copper curls shine—and her pale skin glistens with a fine sheen of sweat that I want to lick off of her. Slipping my boots and socks off, I walk up behind her and sit, curling myself around her back and wrapping my arms around her as I rest my chin on her shoulder. The way she leans into me, no longer flinching or jumping at a touch that she’snot prepared for, has a purr rumbling deep in my chest with satisfaction and love.

“Hey, you. I thought you were at work until later,” she says, leaning her head back and looking over at me.

“Mm. We finished up early. Jeremiah’s inside taking a shower, but I’m sure he’ll be finding you soon. I wanted some time with you by myself. Wanna go for a swim with me?” I murmur, kissing her neck and liking the way she shivers against me.

“I don’t think I have a bathing suit,” she says, squirming in my hold as my fingers dance lightly across her belly and hips.

“I’m sure we can make do without,” I mumble, nipping her shoulder lightly and liking the little gasp that escapes her and the way she arches into me so beautifully.

“Okay,” she breathes out, and I grin as I grip the hem of her dress where it rests on her thighs and slide it up.

She lifts her hips so I can slide it up over them, raising her arms for me so I can pull it all the way off. I toss the dress to the side, running my hands all along her now exposed skin, appreciating the cute pink bra and panty set with little ducks all over the fabric that she’s in.

Definitely Zeke’s doing.

Her body squirms in response to my touch, a teasing gleam in her eyes, and without warning, she forcefully pushes me away and disappears into the inviting pool. As I playfully narrow my eyes at her, she grins mischievously and spits a mouthful of water in my direction. I quickly stand, pulling my shirt and jeans off, then raise a brow at her.

“That wasn’t very nice,mí amor. Better hope I don’t catch you,” I growl jokingly, backing up to take a running leap as she squeals and giggles, swimming away just before I jump in.

As I wipe the water from my eyes, I see her near the side in the middle of the pool, her chest rising and falling heavily as she clings to the ledge with her gaze fixed on me as I swim closer.Gripping her hips, she lets go of the ledge and grabs hold of my shoulders, wrapping her legs around me.

“Well, you’ve caught me. Now, what will you do for payback?” she asks sweetly, laughter in her tone as her lips twitch.

“Hay muchas cosas que quiero hacerte, mi amor. Ninguno es apropiado para la piscina,” I murmur, finding myself falling into my Spanish more and more when I’m with her now that I know she understands me.

There are many things I want to do to you, my love. None are pool appropriate.

“Y qué pasa si quiero las opciones inapropiadas de todos modos?”

And what if I want the inappropriate options, anyway?

I nearly lose my godsdamn mind when she responds in near perfect Spanish, my cock hardening almost immediately. My answering grin is a touch feral and full of naughty promises that I fully intend to carry out as I reach between us and slip my fingers into her panties, loving the way she gasps and squirms at the slightest touch.

“Luego, llenaré esta piscina con tu mancha y te haré gritar mi nombre lo suficientemente fuerte como para que todos los que están dentro lo escuchen.”

Then, I’ll fill this pool with your slick and have you screaming my name so loud that everyone inside can hear.

It’s a promise, one I fully intend to deliver.

And I do.

My fingers run down her body until I reach the band of her panties. I keep my eyes locked with hers as I slip them inside. When I reach her soft, slick lips, I watch as her breath hitches, and I groan as I press her against the wall of the pool. Pressing my middle finger against her entrance, I slowly push it in until the heel of my palm is resting against her clit. My hand grinds against her clit as I curl my finger slightly, letting it rub againsther walls and against the soft pad of flesh inside of her. I fuck her with my fingers slowly, adding another finger when she writhes against me, my hard cock throbbing between us.

The little pants and moans that escape her as she rolls her hips, begging for more, have me aching to bury myself inside her, but not yet. Not in the pool. As much as I can’t wait to feel her velvety warmth wrapped around me, squeezing me inside her, I don’t want the first time to be in the pool.

When she comes apart in my arms, her screams of pleasure echoing around us, I catch the others at the sliding door, looking out as I press tender kisses along Cozy’s shoulder with my fingers still buried deep inside her pussy.

We swim for a bit longer once she’s caught her breath, enjoying the lingering sunshine and savoring the rest of our day. When it’s clear she’s getting tired, I help her out, drying her off with a towel someone must have brought out when we weren’t paying attention. As I wrap it around her, I pull her into my arms, rubbing my cheek against hers.

“Mí familiawants to meet you,” I tell her, clearing my throat, and she looks up at me with a smile.

“I’d love to meet them,” she says, reaching up to cup my cheek.

I close my eyes and lean into her touch with a smile and a content purr rumbling in my chest before leaning down and kissing her. After a few more minutes outside, we go in and she’s immediately swept into Jeremiah’s arms with a playful growl. She giggles as he kisses her all over her face and I lean against the island, watching them.

Seeing them together, seeing how he looks at her like she’s his beginning and end, I know if Zeke and I hadn’t stopped Ridge, we’d have lost her. No matter how much it might have hurt her, she wouldn’t have let go of Jeremiah. And he definitely wouldn’t have let her go without a fight.

Their bond goes so much deeper than I think any of us truly realize.