fruit and her bare inviting cunt, has me wanting to thrust balls deep into her while I squeeze her breasts and pluck her dark nipples.
She splashes her hand in the water before looking over her shoulder at me—
her wet hair hanging in thick graspable waves.
“It’s fine.”
“Get in.” I try not to growl as I throw off my own towel. I stalk toward her, and she scrambles into the water, ducking underneath with a small splash.
I reach across the tub and turn off the taps, and then slowly lower myself into the blissfully hot water at the other end so Lily and I are facing each other. She quickly tucks her legs up against her chest as I settle in, my knees bent slightly as my feet rest on either side of her hips.
Leaning my head back against the tub, I let my forearms rest on my knees—
melting into the heat. For the first time since I left Boston two days ago, I allow myself to truly relax.
Ever since I looked up to find Lily standing next to my chair and asking with tight, nervous politeness what I would like to drink, this insane trip Peter insisted I go on started making sense. He knew I’d recognize his cousin, knew I wouldn’t leave without her, that I’d ensure her safety, and he definitely knew he could count on my discretion. I’m sure my friend didn’t count on me taking full advantage of the situation though. It’s his own fucking fault for not coming out himself two weeks ago when we began planning the marathon of meetings for these past two days. He knew what, who, I’d find! I wonder how he discovered her location, and what stopped him from rescuing her himself.
As the hot water begins to loosen my sore and tired muscles, a new plan
begins to take shape. Peter will hate it, but I’ve never needed his fucking approval for anything! It’s all in the planning and execution.
“Have you ever been in a hot tub while it snowed?” I ask, closing my eyes
and imagining we’re a world away.
“You mean outside?”
“Of course.”
“No.” She scoffs incredulously. “That sounds crazy.”
“There’s nothing like it,” I tell her, opening my eyes to see she’s let herself relax. “Breathing in the cold air while you’re surrounded by warmth.”
“If you say so,” she says in a disbelieving tone.
“Every Christmas my parents would rent the same cabin in Vermont for a month,” I tell her. “And I would run through the freezing snow on the deck and jump into the hot tub.”
“You did this for fun?” she asks with a small smile, stretching out her legs and fully relaxing.
“Yes,” I tell her. Someday I will take her to the cabin in Vermont, which I now own. I know Lily would love the quaint shops in the small town of Pinetree, and the peacefulness of the woods the cabin is nestled in. It is close enough to the ski resort, but far enough away to be completely private—the perfect getaway.
“My family has a place in Colorado,” Lily says softly, telling me something I already know. The house is a large A-frame, with a side of glass looking out onto the local ski-slopes.
It’s an impressive house, I had attended several parties there thrown by her father’s company over the years, but nothing like my snug little cabin nestled in the woods.
“Really?” I ask, feigning ignorance. I reach down into the water and wrap my fingers firmly around one of her ankles. Ignoring her pull against my hold, I ask, “You ski?”
“What are you doing?”
I pretend not to hear her question, instead lifting her leg up to have a better grip. I begin to gently massage her foot as I tell her, “I prefer snowboarding.”
“Me too,” she agrees. I then watch her face as she attempts to suppress a moan of pleasure as I continue to knead the sole of her foot firmly.
“Relax,” I softly command, running one hand up her leg to massage her calf.
I watch as she struggles to follow my instructions. The pleasure I am giving
her wins out, and her leg goes weightless in my hand. “Good girl.”
11
LILY
I fight an internal battle as I struggle to suppress the moan caught in my
throat. The man’s strong fingers are working the instep of my foot and sending a wave of pleasure and relaxation throughout my body, relieving
tension I didn’t know I had. If I am not careful, under this man’s touch I will melt completely into the hot water.
I do not want to succumb, but this man has a way of relaxing me—even if he
scares and confuses the fuck out of me in the process. The biggest problem is that I cannot help but find the man attractive. With his perfect ass, defined jaw, and masculine eyebrows, which I have only just discovered can actually be sexy, I cannot help getting excited— aroused.
“How’s that?” the man asks, letting go of my foot and reaching for the other.
This time I do not fight him as he begins the same blissful treatment. Closing my eyes, I relax and let my body enjoy the pleasure he’s giving me. After the hell I have gone through these last few weeks, I deserve to steal as much enjoyment out of this man as possible.
Not only is my body betraying me, but my mind is beginning to play tricks
