Crossing the Line (6 page)

“I need that too. Let’s go.”

The slow shake of his head told her his intentions before he spoke another word. “Can’t wait. Need to be inside my wife. Right now.”

The ownership in his words, in the tone of his voice and his hands on her body, gave her goose bumps. He’d shared her with Jeremy for her pleasure, but there was no mistaking who she truly belonged to, body and soul.

Her back bumped the wall of the pool. Water lapped at the swell of her breasts. Between them, Derrick pushed his trunks down enough to free his cock. It pressed against her belly as he pulled the bikini bottoms to one side, as he’d done for Jeremy. His crystal-blue eyes darkened with lust and intent. This time was all about him.

His knuckles brushed her hip as he fisted his cock and directed it between her thighs. “Wrap your legs around me.” He tipped his head to block her view as she glanced over his shoulder at the couple. “Forget about them, eyes on me.”

Her pulse beat hard against her temples, Derrick’s demand amplifying the effect. She locked her arms behind his neck and hoisted her legs into place around his waist. The head of his cock nudged her entrance. Right now it would appear they were hugging. Once Derrick was inside her, fucking her, there’d be no mistaking their act. There’d be waves. And even if
she
stayed silent, Derrick rarely did.

They would get caught.

“That is one naughty smile.”

“Is it?” she asked in her sweetest, kindergarten-teacher voice.

“Oh yeah.” His chuckle rumbled between them, his warm breath tickling her lips.

She threaded her fingers through his hair where it hung behind his ears. “Mmm, you’re right. I need my husband inside me, fucking me, right now.”

* * *

And that’s what she’d get. A slight shift and Derrick had her exactly where he wanted her. He tightened his grip on her hips, dug his fingers in enough to make her gasp. Yeah, there’d be marks later. His beauty bruised easily and he usually took care how he handled her, but not this time. He had to make sure she knew.

“You’re mine.” He pulled her down hard, groaning between gritted teeth as she took him in.

“Always and only.”

He maintained his tight hold, pulled back and thrust again, fast and balls-deep, forcing another sharp gasp from her lips. “Too hard, baby?”

“No, I want it this way.” She tugged him by the hair until their foreheads touched and no visible space remained between them. “Kiss me, fuck me, hard and fast, all of it. I need you to.”

Proof that she was his and his alone, he got that. He sealed their lips together, pushed his tongue into her mouth. Her taste—not some artificial mint or fruit, just this delicious, indescribable thing that was one-hundred-percent, pure
Hanna
—worked its way through him. Starting on the tip of his tongue, it filled his head, spread through his body like a sweet-hot streak that made every inch of him more alive than any adrenaline rush. As it had since their first kiss.

He thrust. Deep. Hard. Water slapped against his back, his arms. He swallowed Hanna’s moans as he pushed inside, again and again. Sparks of pain shot out where his knuckles ground against the concrete pool wall. More where Hanna’s nails dug into his scalp.

“Do it,” she whispered between the smacking of lips and clashing teeth. “Come.”

Magic fucking words. Fire licked at the base of his cock, raced up his shaft. One final push buried him deep in heaven, and he let go, coming like a fucking teenager until everything from the nuts down went numb and he had to lean on her to stay upright.

“Jesus.”

Her warm, hitched breathing filled his ear, his head. Then she regained her voice, and apparently, her wit. “I’m pretty sure Jesus has left the pool area.”

He laughed. Rubbed his beard against her neck, smiling when she tilted to give him better access. “What about the honeymooners—they leave too?”

“Oh, I’m allowed to look at them now?” She wiggled, separating them below the waist and regaining her footing. A quick peek over his shoulder and she whispered, “Oh my god, I don’t believe it—they’re still sitting there.”

“Don’t worry, baby, I don’t think you gave us away.”

“Me?”

He half-winced, half-laughed at the hard pinch her normally gentle hand administered to his waist. “Shit, that’s deadly. You have a license for that thing?”

“Yes, and I’m putting it back in your trunks.” Beneath the surface, she snapped the elastic against his abdomen. The most amazing eyes in the world looked into his, full of love and amusement.

If he could’ve dropped to his knees right then, he would have. “I would die for you, baby.”

“How about you get me out of here in a way that doesn’t scream ‘we just had sex in the pool’ instead?”

“You got it.” In a move that elicited on of his favorite sounds—Hanna shrieking—he switched them around, so her body draped over his, piggyback style. He carried her across the pool and up the steps, tickling her just enough to make her giggle and beg that he stop. Perfect cover as they came face-to-face with the younger couple in their lounge chairs. Almost in the clear, other than two sets of curious eyes. “Hey, how are ya? Newlyweds, right?”

The guy nodded. “One week.” Oh yeah, this dude was definitely trying to decide if he’d really seen what he thought he’d seen. “You guys on your honeymoon too?”

“Yeah. Been on it for every day for the last eight years.”

“Aww, that is
so
romantic,” the chick said, leaning over to snuggle her newly minted husband. “Isn’t it romantic, Clark?” But her hubby didn’t get the chance to answer before she forged ahead, her eyes on Derrick, and by default, Hanna. “You have to tell us your secret. I want us to look as happy as the two of you eight years from now.”

“Never hold back.” Hanna’s sweet voice drifted over his shoulder as she beat him to an answer. “Not when you’re having a serious conversation and not when you’re fucking.”

Nothing short of a ball-gag could’ve kept the laugh from bursting from Derrick’s mouth. “Couldn’t have said it better myself. And on that note, we’ll leave you to enjoy the pool—we certainly did.” He put the slack-jawed newlyweds behind them, along with the hottest afternoon he’d ever spent at a pool, regardless of temperature.

“So much for a discreet exit,” she said, giving his neck a playful bite.

“Hey, I was all over the discretion thing. You were the one slinging the fuck-talk around.”

“I suppose I was. That’s
your
influence, Mr. Sutter. You make me misbehave.”

“I like it when you misbehave, Mrs. Sutter.” Eight years later and he still loved the way that sounded. Marriage—something he’d been thoroughly opposed to, thanks to his absentee mother and abusive drunk of a father—until Hanna.

He snagged a red flower from one of the gardens alongside the path and crouched so she could slide from his back. He knelt on the warm, stone path and tucked the flower under the bikini string riding the sexy curve of her hip. Soft hands rested on his shoulders. Rumpled auburn hair framed the face smiling down at him. The face of an angel. That’s how the world saw her, and it fit. Hanna was loving, kind and smart. Too good for him. Always had been, though luckily for him, she refused to see it.

“You look…serious,” she said, her smile wavering.

His fault, but easy to fix. “That couple got me thinking about our wedding. How I couldn’t stop grinning, even stuck in the damn monkey suit.”

“Oh.” The smile returned, brighter than ever. “You were totally hot in that tux and you know it.”

“Whatever. Nobody was looking at me, baby. All eyes were on you.” He curled his hands around her calves. Moved higher, touching every inch of silky skin on the way up. “Watching you walk toward me…I kept wondering how I’d gotten so lucky. And how long I’d have to wait before I could get under that dress.”

“So, so bad.”

“Oh yeah.” He laughed at her halfhearted shove, stood and scooped her hand into his. He brushed the pad of his thumb over the stone in her engagement ring. The only thing he’d been able to afford back then, the small diamond wasn’t much to look at. “About time I replaced this with something bigger.”

“I love this ring. Besides, size doesn’t matter.”

“Good thing I’m relatively secure about my manhood.”

“Relatively. Uh-huh.”

“See, now I’m starting to worry. I’m gonna need reassuring when we get back to the room.”

“Translation—blowjob.”

“This is why I married a smart girl—for her excellent language skills.” An eye roll—she’d pay for that one. He had her over his shoulder in two seconds. She shrieked and giggled from his combination of tickling and spanking for the remainder of the walk to their cabin. He deposited her on solid ground and pulled the keycard from his swim trunks’ pocket.

“Oh no, my bag. I left it at the pool and my room key’s in it.”

“I’ll run back and grab it.” He kissed the crease between her eyebrows, then pushed the door open. “Go in and get dressed. I promised you shopping, and it’s already past three.”

“But—what about the blowjob?”

“You’d rather suck my cock than go shopping?” At her nod, his dick went from getting-there to could-poke-an-eye-out rigid. He caught her hand and curled it around his hard-on, grinning when her bottom lip dropped. “You want that in your mouth, my sexy little cock-zombie?”

“You know I do.” Down to her knees she went, right there in the open doorway.

The swim trunks rustled and his cock sprang free. “Jesus,” he said as her lips closed over the head. The warmth of her mouth surrounded him as she sucked him deeper. All soft and tight and wet. Then the vibrations, god-fucking-damn.

The hum started on his dick. Spread to his balls and some deeper place that made him mindless of everything except for the single fact that his dick was getting sucked. So fucking good. How many times had she blown him—hundreds, thousands? It’d never be enough.

The air-conditioning unit kicked on inside their cabin. Hanna shivered at the rush of cool air. He couldn’t resist. A little tug on the ties behind her neck and the bikini top fell away. “Much better.”

She shook her head and smiled around his cock. Batted those long, dark eyelashes at him and took every last inch of him down her throat.

He braced himself on either side of the doorframe. Felt as if he could’ve crushed it in his palms. Had to keep his hands there—if he let go, they’d be on her head, holding her in place while he fucked her mouth. Later.

Except, later it’d be Jer’s dick between her lips.

While he watched. While he fucked her pussy, her ass. “Gotta stop…” Shit, she wasn’t stopping. “Hanna…” As close as he got to begging. He staggered backward before she sent him hurtling past the finish line.

Some higher power must’ve intervened, because he had no clue where that dose of willpower had come from. The couple of feet separating them weren’t enough. Not with Hanna still on her knees, licking her ruby lips, playing with her nipples. Living proof that heaven and hell
could
exist simultaneously. And that his balls could throb that much harder. “Be dressed by the time I get back with your bag.”

“Or what…you’ll fuck me so hard, they’ll hear me screaming all the way to town?”

“Trying to tempt me with dirty talk?”

“You did say you appreciated my language skills.” She shimmied closer. “Want to hear me speak Latin?” She closed her fingers around his cock and blew softly over the engorged, still-moist head. “Fellatio…”

Yeah, shopping could wait.

Chapter Four

Jeremy stared up at the ceiling fan. What a difference a couple hours made. He’d had his doubts about this weekend. How it would impact Derrick and Hanna’s marriage, his friendship with D after the fact.

He’d brushed it off as needless speculation because honest to god, he hadn’t believed they’d go through with it. Especially after finding them in the middle of an intense moment in the parking lot. But then they’d gone to the pool, during the walk to which Derrick had casually reminded him of the guidelines.

No fucking. No kissing on the mouth. Green light to everything else. And don’t forget the main objective—give Hanna a birthday she’d never forget.

He hadn’t quite figured out what to do with that level of permission until Hanna walked through the pool gate. That bikini—holy Christ. Her curves. The tumble of dark hair around her shoulders and the nervous-yet-excited smile on her pretty face. Instinct had taken over. He’d touched her and nobody had lost their shit, it’d been fine. He’d sucked her nipples and feasted on her—in front of her husband—and it’d been goddamn phenomenal. He had no doubt that she’d have blown him right there at the pool if that couple hadn’t shown up.

He also had no doubt that Derrick had fucked her as soon as he had her out of sight. Hell, Jeremy would’ve. Knowing Derrick, he probably hadn’t waited to get back to their room, either.

Plenty of places en route to their cabin where they could’ve stopped to screw. Jeremy had spotted a few during his bowlegged walk from the pool. One in particular—a private patch of grass surrounded on three sides by tall flowers. He’d pictured Hanna on her knees there, greedily sucking his cock. Then bent over the small bench, clutching fistfuls of grass while he fucked her from behind. Against the rules, that one, but hey, a man could imagine whatever the hell he wanted, as long as he didn’t act on it. And he wouldn’t. He’d enjoy all the other benefits of this wild birthday gift to Hanna, then put it behind them. Back to business and friendships as usual on Monday morning.

“Hey.” Derrick’s gruff voice accompanied a double knock on the door. “I’m taking Hanna into town for some birthday presents, one of which is gonna be a ribbon for your big hard dick.”

Couldn’t get much louder than that, could he? Not that anybody would’ve heard. This little resort boasted exclusivity, and it lived up to that promise. Six deluxe cabins scattered on a couple of beautifully landscaped acres meant nobody within earshot for whatever noise the occupants might make. If Hanna was a screamer, no problem. And with that thought, his cock was wide awake. Again. Shit. He pushed off the bed, tucked the damn thing aside the best he could before opening the door.