KAIA
Heat shot straight between my legs, a heavy, aching pulse that short-circuited my brain. My hips twitched once, driven entirely by instinct, pushing back and grinding into the hard line of him for half a second.
He exhaled against my hair, a sound that was low and rough.
I opened my mouth, the crisp air suddenly too thin for my lungs. I wanted to ask for more. God, I wanted to feel his naked cock against my bare skin, to wrap my legs around him and let him fuck me hard until I forgot who we were.
Beneath the surface, the chill of the chlorinated water swirling around my waist was a sharp, biting contrast to the sheer furnace of his body.
I couldn't stop myself. My hips shifted half an inch back again. The icy water slid between us for a split second before I actively sought the solid, pulsing ridge of his erection. I settled against him with a tiny, involuntary roll.
Kane's hand on my waist suddenly gripped my hipbone with bruising, possessive force. When he spoke, his voice was a dark, dangerous rasp directly against my ear.
"Looks like you need a lot more than just a little help tying a knot, Princess."
God, his voice was practically an aphrodisiac.
I abandoned every last ounce of pretense.
Beneath the surface of the water, my hands slid up to grip the hard, slick muscles of his stomach, my nails digging in desperately as I ground my hips firmly against his rigid length. A soft, completely shameless whimper tore from my throat.
The last thread of his restraint snapped.
His hand didn't just squeeze my breast—he claimed it. He shoved the thin triangle of fabric ruthlessly aside.
The cool pool water shocked my bare nipple for a fraction of a second before his rough fingers closed over it, rolling and pinching the sensitive peak just hard enough to make my knees go weak.
My head tipped back against his shoulder without permission.
He rolled the tight peak between his thumb and finger, pinching just enough to make my knees weaken. A soft sound escaped my throat. Shivers ran down my arms and across my stomach.
His other hand stayed at the loose strings for a moment longer, then abandoned them completely. It slid down my side, over the wet skin of my hip, and between my legs from behind.
His fingers found the edge of my bikini bottoms and slipped underneath.
He stroked once along the outside of my pussy, slow and deliberate, then pressed two fingers between my folds.
“Fuck,” he breathed against my ear.
I shuddered hard. My hands floated uselessly at my sides. I couldn’t make myself stop him.
Every nerve in my body was focused on the thick press of his cock against my ass and the way his fingers moved between my legs…circling, parting me, brushing over my clit with just enough pressure to make my breath hitch.
He rubbed me in slow circles under the water. His other hand stayed on my breast, thumb flicking over the nipple he had exposed.
My hips started moving with his fingers on their own. Small, helpless rolls. The water lapped softly around us.
I bit my lip to keep quiet, but a tiny sound still slipped out when he pressed harder against my clit.
“Kaia…”
Oh fuck!!
My whole body clenched. A sharp pulse of heat shot through me so strong my legs almost gave out. The sound of my name in that voice…here, now, while his fingers were on me…ripped a broken little gasp from my throat.
I pushed back against his cock without thinking, feeling how hard he was, how thick. His fingers slid lower and pressed inside me just enough to stretch, then returned to my clit, rubbing faster.
I was shaking. My breath came in short, uneven pulls. The water felt too warm now. Every stroke of his fingers made the ache deeper.
I could feel myself getting wetter around his hand, the slickness mixing with the pool water.
His cock throbbed once against my ass. His breathing had gone heavier, controlled only by force.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “But even underwater, you’re still dripping all over my fingers.”
I couldn’t answer. My eyes were half-closed. My head rested back against his shoulder. I knew anyone could walk out and see us.
I knew Mom was somewhere nearby. I wondered how this would look. Seeing my stepdad and me in this compromising position.
None of it made me push his hands away. I only spread my thighs a little wider in the water so his fingers could move easier.
He groaned softly against my hair…my name again, quieter this time and rubbed me in tight, perfect circles until my stomach started to tighten. The pressure built fast. My toes curled against the pool floor. I was so close I could barely stand.
His fingers kept working me in those tight circles until my stomach clenched and my toes curled against the pool floor. A broken little sound slipped out of me.
But right at that moment, footsteps sounded on the stone path behind us.
My stepdad went completely still behind me… his breath hot and ragged against my ear, as Mom's voice cut through the air, far too close.
“Kaia…? Kane…what's going on?”