I press my thumbs into the tension of her shoulders. “What is the worst-case scenario in all of this?”
She thinks on it for a second. “I never get my groove back. I’m never able to create a high-end dessert again. My waitlist of chefs dump me and I never get hired again. I’m forced out of the industry and end up working in the bakery department of a grocery store, decorating cakes for Karen’s retirement party, but then of course, she fucking complains because the purple frosting isn’t the right shade of violet. So, I cuss her out because there are worse problems in the world than her frosting leaning more eggplant than violet, causing me to get fired from there too and now I’m living in my dad’s house and sleeping on his couch and he’s devastatingly disappointed because he’s given up his entire life for me and now I’m unemployed and couch surfing.”
I can’t help but laugh, which thankfully pulls one from her too. “Dramatic as fuck, Mills.”
“It could happen.”
“It’s not going to happen. Even if you did leave the high-end world, you’re still a badass baker. You’d open your own bakery or something equally as amazing. You don’t get to where you are in your career out of luck. You’re a hard worker and ridiculously talented. That doesn’t just change.”
I don’t mention anything about Monty because it’s completely absurd that she’s worried about her dad’s disappointment and I think she knows it too. That guy looks at his daughter like she hung the fucking moon.
“I need to get serious in the kitchen when we get home.”
“Okay,” I agree calmly. “You’re right, but you can’t do anything about it tonight. So, there’s no point in stressing about it now.” Bending down, I place a kiss on the top of her shoulder. “Am I the one who needs to remind you how to have some fun?”
She relaxes back into my touch, pressing her ass against the cradle of my hips under the water. “You’re like a completely different man than you were at the beginning of summer.”
“Yeah, well, in the last two days I got laid and pitched a no-hitter, so things are looking up for me.” I trail my hands over her stomach and tits, barely grazing the pads of my thumbs against her nipples. “Besides, I told you, the old Kai was different. He had a wild streak.”
“Hmm,” she hums against me, her body coming to life under my touch. “And what did the old Kai do to have fun?”
Dipping lower, I toy with the strings of her bikini bottoms sitting against her hip. Finding the end of one, I tug. “He skinny-dipped.”
The fabric falls open as she looks down into the water, and Miller is all but writhing against me when I pull at the string on her opposite hip, her bottoms floating away in the water.
It didn’t take much and I’m hard as a fucking rock.
“Kai.” Her tone is laced with warning, but the need in her voice is a whole lot louder. “We could get caught.”
I nip her earlobe. “That’s all part of the fun, baby.”
I let my hand drift lower, skimming the skin of her belly before dipping my fingers between her folds. Palming her pussy, I give it a little tap under the water.
“This is the best pussy I’ve ever had, you know that?”
“Yeah?” Her voice is hoarse as she grips my forearms, partly to balance herself in the water, but mostly to keep my hand right where it is.
“I couldn’t believe how tight and warm it was around me. You’re all I’ve thought about since. How good you taste. How wet you get.”
She moans, rolling the entire length of her body against me.
Nipping against the skin of her throat, I whisper, “I want to be inside of you again.”
“Then do it.” Her nimble fingers undo the tie at the top of my shorts, dipping inside to grip me.
Groaning, I drop my head to her shoulder.
She feels fucking amazing. Just as amazing as she did the other night. She strokes me in the water, grinding her ass against me in tandem.
I slip a finger inside her cunt and she almost falls apart from that alone. “You should fuck me, Kai. That’d be a good distraction from my stress.”
“I don’t have a condom.”
“I don’t care.”
She doesn’t know what she’s saying. She’s too turned on to be thinking straight.
“Yes, you do, Miller. You just don’t think you care because your pussy is literally weeping on my fingers right now.”
And I know I sure as hell care.
She grips my cock, her thumb rolling around the head as if her hand could change my mind. If my son, my constant reminder, wasn’t sleeping just inside this hotel, maybe it could.
Her legs clench around my hand. “Then stop teasing me if you’re not going to do anything about it.”
I slip another finger inside her pussy, causing her to fall forward with a whimper.
“I’m not teasing you. I’m going to make you come. It just won’t be with my cock.”
“But I like your cock.”
I chuckle. “I know you do.” She twists and turns her hand around my shaft. “And fuck, it likes you too.”
Miller leans up and kisses me, eager lips finding mine. I want to turn away, somewhat annoyed that she only kisses me when it’s going to lead to more. Yesterday, before my game I wanted her to kiss me as I stood outside of the clubhouse, but she couldn’t. And though I’m doing all sorts of mental gymnastics right now, when her tongue sweeps inside my mouth, I know there’s no way in hell I’d actually stop her.
She makes quick work of my swim trunks, letting them float away in the water with her own suit. One swift tug of the strings on the back of her neck has her top falling down, and being the impatient man I am, I rip it off the rest of the way and throw it somewhere in the water to join our discarded clothes.
Her nipples are stiff when the night breeze hits them, pressing into my stomach, and my dick is equally as hard when it slides against her hip, searching for friction. I have to remind him we’re not getting any tonight. We’re simply making sure this wild girl remembers how to have some fun.
But then Miller grinds her body against me, and the head of my dick presses against her clit.
She whimpers into my chest, and repeats the motion.
“Oh fuck, Mills.” My words are a breathy cry as I drop my head onto hers.
Fingers threaded through her hair, I tug to pull her attention up to me. “I need you to stop grinding your pussy on me.”
“I can’t help it.”
I search her pretty face. She’s a mess, falling limp against me, leaving her body at my complete control besides her seeking hips that are rolling against mine in the water.
“Fucking hell, Miller.” I flip her around, pulling her back to my chest again, allowing my cock to follow the line of her ass until it slides against the folds of her cunt. I hiss from the sensation, rocking my hips against her as I slick my length against her core. “Use my cock to get off, but don’t you dare put it inside of you.”
She rolls her body, fully grinding against it.
My head drops back, eyes on the moon because holy fuck, that feels good.
She writhes down on me, needy and desperate, but I’m not going to fuck her without a condom. Instead, I find her thighs under the water and push them together, crossing her legs over each other to tighten her hold on my dick, creating a tight channel for my cock to jut into.
“Oh God.” She rocks her ass against my pelvis bone, riding my cock without it being inside of her.
I can feel how warm she is even under the water. She’s wet, but with her own arousal as she humps me close to insanity.
This is fucking torture. What the hell was I thinking? Every time she grinds, the head of my dick nudges her opening, and all I need is for one little slip and I’d be inside of her. Bare.
I’m never leaving my room without a goddamn condom again.