by Whitley Cox
She sucked on her bottom lip. The way Will stared at her was pure animal, and if it wasn’t for the other two sitting like slack-jawed mutes in the other corners, she would be on his lap already, with her hands down his shorts, stroking him, the way she knew Juney had been stroking Rowan. They may have tried to hide it, but Amber was no innocent little virgin. She recognized the rhythmic twitch of Juney’s shoulder and the slanted looks the two gave each other. Not to mention the quick inhales and sudden hard swallows of their throats as they fought the urge to orgasm in front of everyone. A part of her wished they had. She wouldn’t have cared. Hell, it may have galvanized the rest of them to act on their urges.
She also couldn’t deny the stab of jealousy that swamped her as Will and Hunter goofed off up on the hill earlier that day, or their comfortable chit-chat about tattoos. Amber had always wanted a tattoo; she just hadn’t found the right image yet. Things between Will and the curvy blonde just seemed so easy. Hunter made Will smile, she made him laugh, and they were able to talk the way Amber only wished she could talk to Will. She and Rowan had chatted on the chairlift with such ease. Why couldn’t she have that with Will? And yet, you couldn’t deny the attraction between Austin and Hunter. The way he looked at her, the way she looked at him. What the hell was the blonde hottie’s angle? Was she trying to string both men along until she decided which man she wanted? Which man was her match? Amber ground her molars together at the memory of seeing Will push Hunter over on her board and then, in retaliation, Hunter throwing snowballs at him until he fell over laughing.
“All right, you two,” Will finally said, donning his best boss-man-doctor voice. “I think it’s time the kiddies went to bed.”
Hunter gave him a petulant look but rolled her eyes and motioned to stand up.
“I think the grownups need to have some grownup time. I ain’t saying you have to go to bed . . . unless that’s your plan.” He waggled his dark eyebrows at Austin. Austin shot laser beams from his eyes, trying to blow off Will’s head. “But we’d like the hot tub to ourselves now.”
Amber’s mouth was suddenly like a sand pit, and the heat from the hot tub was nothing compared with the raging inferno inside her.
Yippee!
Apparently Will hadn’t given up hope. He wanted to try again tonight. And from the looks of things, he had stopped drinking and had switched to water. The man was on a mission, and that mission was to give her holly jolly orgasms. Did this mean he had no interest in Hunter? He’d just shooed her and Austin inside, which meant he was choosing Amber. Amber’s heart rate picked up and heat and moisture pooled between her legs. No wonder her mouth was so dry.
“All right, all right,” Hunter grumbled, but not without flashing a big grin Amber’s way. She ducked her head next to Amber’s ear as she sat up and crossed to the steps. “At least one of us is getting lucky tonight. Enjoy.” Then she sashayed her curvaceous hips over to the stairs and climbed out, wrapping a towel around her body before heading to the door.
Austin continued to sit there like a goober. What the hell was up with him? Did he have snow in his ears and didn’t hear Will’s “request”? Amber’s gaze followed the younger man’s eyes, which were glued to Hunter’s backside, and then it dawned on her.
Will chuckled low and deep in his ripped chest. “Need a minute, man?”
It hadn’t bothered Rowan in the slightest to stand up and leave the hot tub with a bulge in his pants, but Austin didn’t seem nearly as confident or carefree. Maybe if he was getting laid, he wouldn’t care. But the fact that he still hadn’t made a move on Hunter probably left him feeling as though showing the rest of them his raging hard-on was a bit of a faux pas.
Austin’s eyes swiveled from Hunter’s back to Will’s head. His glare was enough to melt steel.
A man on a mission, and that mission was to fuck Amber silly under the shifting clouds and peeking stars, Will reached for her hand, pulling her across the bench seat and settling her into his lap.
“There, dude. Now the lady can’t see your shorts. And here, I’ll distract her even more for you.” Will grabbed Amber’s ponytail and roughly pulled her head toward him, capturing her mouth with his. Amber’s belly did a giant somersault as his hot velvety tongue swept inside and began to explore.
Finally, dude! Finally!
She let her hands float up to rest on his broad shoulders, brazenly pushing the juncture of her spread thighs against his shorts. He was already hard.
Not caring one iota that Austin might still be in the water, she rocked against Will’s length, unable to hide or control the moan that escaped her from the rush of pleasure that sparked inside her as the fabric of her suit and his erection brushed her clit. He felt so good, so right. His body, big and hard, warm and strong. And when he kissed her, damn if those butterflies didn’t multiply and start going off in a million different directions. The man’s lips were like soft, pouty pillows, taking her own lips on a dance so erotic, so evocative, they sent her imagination running wild. What would these delicious lips of his feel like lower down her body? She could only imagine: satiny smooth, just like his tongue. Wet, warm, plump, sensuous. Oh so sensuous. The man had a mouth that could kiss like nobody’s business, and when he smiled, when he said her name, that mouth was begging to be sat on.
The gentle click of the door barely even registered with Amber, but she knew they were finally alone. She decided enough was enough. They were alone now. Clothing was completely optional. With a whinge of reluctance, she pulled her mouth from Will’s and brought her hands up around her neck to untie the halter of her bikini. He went to work on the strings at her back, and within a matter of seconds, her breasts tumbled free, bobbing in the water between them, against his titanium chest.
With a rough growl, Will dipped his head low and drew a nipple into his mouth, biting the tender nub and tugging hard enough to make her arch her back and moan softly. Pleasure shot fast and fierce through her body like a lightning bolt, hitting the target between her legs with overwhelming accuracy. He moved his mouth over to the other side and delivered the same delicious torture to the other one, drawing the nub into his warm mouth, sucking hard and then quickly flicking his tongue back and forth until she groaned again and wilted further into his arms.
He was rock-hard now, and Amber wanted nothing more than to feel Will, to feel all of him. She wedged her hands between them and fished him out of the hole of his shorts, bringing his length into her palm and stroking him. He was big, like really big, and a slight wave of panic swam through her at the idea of taking him inside her. She was no virgin, but she also wasn’t a very big person.
Would it work? Would they fit? God, she hoped so.
Will’s hands made their way down Amber’s body, resting on her rocking hips and encouraging her to continue to press her cleft against him. It felt so good having her on his lap. Her skin beneath his palms, her delicate frame perched in his lap, it felt right. Deftly, without even missing a moment from suckling her sweet nipples, he released the ties of her bathing suit bottoms, pulling the fabric out from between her legs and tossing it onto the deck. Now the only thing between them was his shorts, and that was quickly going to change.
Snatching her ponytail and lifting his head from her breast, he crashed his mouth down on hers once again, shoving his tongue into her mouth, sweeping around and claiming her. She responded in kind and opened her lips, stroking her hot little tongue against his in encouragement. Nipping his lip, she pulled with her teeth, grinning against his mouth. A girly giggle bubbled up in her chest.
That giggle was music to Will’s ears. So sweet, so sultry. But it also had a roughness to it. Throaty and mature. The perfect definition of Amber. She was a complex woman, not a simple coin with two sides, no. There was so much more to Amber than met the eye. She came across all stubborn and aloof. Unaffected by the issues that plagued most people—most women. When Hunter had moaned about breaking a nail earlier, Amber had snorted in derision and then laughed. Or when J
uney mentioned her favorite guilty pleasure was a manicure followed by a hot bubble bath, Amber had rolled her eyes and said she couldn’t remember the last time she had paint on her fingernails and wouldn’t dream of wasting time in a bath.
Determined to play the part of the tough-as-nails boss, because that’s who she was all the time, Amber had a shell nearly as hard as Will’s. He didn’t like letting people in either. But Will saw past that. He saw that behind the understated ponytail at the nape of her neck and the flannel shirt and black jeans, she had a softness to her. Many layers. Many sides. He hoped as the days went on, she would let him see more of those sides, and not just the hard-headed foreman with girl-next-door freckles across her nose that she was showing everyone else.
He still had her by the hair, so pulling again, he separated them. Smiling wickedly, he scooped her up and placed her on the edge of the tub, making her sit out in the cool December night air. She was exquisite, her skin almost translucent in the light from the Christmas tree. Her eyes shone brightly back at him, full of lust as he took her all in. She was bare, and the sweet, plump, pink lips of her pussy drew his gaze like a beacon.
A quick tear of Velcro and the loosening of some string, and he was out of his shorts, tossing them onto the deck next to her suit. He had a condom in his pocket, so he needed to keep them close, but right now he wanted to taste her. Figuring she wouldn’t mind if he was a bit rough, he knelt down on the bench beneath the water, palmed her thighs and spread them wide. He cupped her butt and drew her to his mouth, humming when he found her sweetness. She was wet and ready. Dripping. For him.
One long, slow lick into her, and she was groaning, her hips jerking up into his mouth. He hummed softly as he swept his tongue again up through her folds, sucking fiercely on her swelling clit and reveling in the way it hardened against his lips as she bucked into his face. But he took it as an invitation and rammed his tongue into her cleft, feeling the ridges of her walls contract around him as he fucked her, hard and swift. Her soft cries and girlish moans spurred him on. He slipped a finger inside her, resuming circles and sucks on her clit.
She was tight, really tight. Would she be able to take him? Fuck, he hoped so. At this point, he would settle for just the tip if he had to. Any bit of Amber he could get, he would take. An internal quake inside her grabbed his fingers in an unreal heat, and his cock grew long and thick, aching for some action.
She was sweet like honey. Her juices were unlike anything he’d ever tasted, and her skin was pure silk against his lips as he lashed at her clit and nipped her inner thighs. She tugged on his ears, pulling him deeper between her legs, making his nose knock her mound. So feisty, so in command of what she wanted and willing to take it.
He loved that.
Will didn’t want a submissive partner, he wanted an equal, one who challenged him, who was her own boss, independent and fierce. Amber was proving to be all those things and then some.
“Fuck . . . Will . . .” she breathed, pushing even harder into his face, thrusting forward, her legs trembling.
He lifted them up and put them on his shoulders. She sighed from the reprieve and then shoved into him again. So greedy, so willing to take everything he gave her.
“Will . . . ”
“Come for me, Amber. Come hard, baby.” He wanted to hear her, feel her, taste her as she came. How loud, how wild could his Little Red get? How senseless could he make her? He wanted her to lose her head, hear his name from her lips as he made her lose control.
Her fingers tightened around the ends of his hair, and she threw her head back. Her chest, illuminated by the glare of the Christmas lights inside the house, glowed as it rose and fell with her quick and shallow breaths.
Parting her lips, she broke with a sharp cry. “Will . . . oh God . . . Will . . . fuck . . . yes!”
Her pussy gripped his fingers like a fist as she filled his mouth with a sweet warm gush, her clit swelling hard against his tongue as he continued to feast, loving the sounds she made as she came.
She was his.
Even if it was only for the week, Amber was his. This little sprite had him hypnotized, and the way his name flowed off her lips made him wonder how he could keep her saying his name like that for the rest of his life.
Ignoring her frozen butt cheeks and the chill that sprinted up and down her limbs, Amber flopped back onto the deck, her arm draped dramatically over her eyes. Her chest rose and fell as if she’d just run a marathon.
Holy mother of God, that tongue, that man.
He was relentless, absolutely relentless. Right when she thought she was going to tumble over the edge, he would nip her thigh or suck her clit like it was a fucking lollipop, dragging her back from the precipice. She’d been teetering there for so long, she had no idea how long Will had been eating her out. Was it a few minutes? A few hours? A few days? Had the new year come and gone? She had no idea; time no longer existed. All that mattered was the man in front of her and the incredible pleasure he was delivering.
Two big, strong hands came up under her arms, and she suddenly found herself back beneath the water. The rush of heat made her body tingle and sting, her senses waking up again from the sudden coma they’d been fucked into. She fluttered her lashes open and looked at Will. He was all smiles, his chin and lips still glistening with her arousal.
“You’re gorgeous,” he said softly, setting them back down into their original spot, her straddling his lap, while his cock bobbed hard and ready at her sensitive center. “And the way you come . . . Oh, baby. So beautiful. I could watch you come every day.”
She squirmed uncomfortably at his words, but she also couldn’t deny the heady rush she got from knowing how he felt about her. She let her hands graze his incredible abs; powerful muscles filled her palms, and heat pooled in her abdomen. She wasn’t the only gorgeous person in this hot tub. Will was a goddamn work of art.
“I want to fuck you, Amber,” he said, his eyes sobering and snagging her gaze.
She blinked from his honesty, and a sudden bubble of uncomfortable laughter shot out through her mouth before she could stop it. “Okay . . . I want to fuck you too.”
He shook his head somberly. “I just don’t want to hurt you. I’m . . . I’m big.”
She swallowed and brought her hand back down between them, wrapping her fingers around his length. Sweet baby Jesus, he was big! Huge. Could she take him? She wanted to try. God, how she wanted to try.
“I want to try,” she said, biting her lip. “I’m tough.”
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Oh, I know you are. I think you might be the toughest woman I’ve ever met, and damn feisty. I don’t want to hurt you, though.”
Swallowing hard, she lifted up, the crown of him probing her cleft, demanding sanctuary. She motioned to drop down, but he stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.
“Condom.”
“Oh. Right.”
In less than twelve seconds, Will had fished the packet out of his pocket and sheathed himself, sinking down into the water and helping Amber climb back up on his lap. “Go slow, baby. Real slow, okay?”
“Okay,” she breathed.
“You don’t have to take it all just to prove something.” Affection and concern colored his voice.
A smirk tickled her mouth. She lunged forward and snagged his bottom lip between her teeth, simultaneously starting to take him inside her. “I’ll prove whatever the fuck I want to.” She growled, releasing his lip. She gasped when she started to feel the stretch. Another quick inhale had her gritting her teeth and shutting her eyes. Damn it, the hot tub had washed away all her arousal. He was going in dry.
“Breathe.”
“You are fucking huge.”
“You are also really tight.”
“Yeah. Well, it’s been a while,” she muttered, her teeth still clenched.
“Breathe,” he said again.
“Shut up.”
Will chuckled softly, his hands coming up and kneading
her breasts, tweaking and pulling on the nipples until they were hard and practically screeching for his mouth. Amber continued to sink down on to his lap. Inch by glorious inch she took him, and the more she took, the better it felt. He was stretching her, pressing against the walls of her channel so hard she was able to feel everything, all of him.
With a final low belly groan, she dropped that last inch, and her eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head.
“You are the sexiest fucking woman I have ever met.” His voice a low and feral growl. He released one hand from her breast and brought it down between them to rub her clit. “Go as slow as you need, baby.”
She shook her head. “I’m okay.” She didn’t want slow; she didn’t want gentle. Now that she knew she could take all of Will, she wanted hot and dirty, hard and fast. She wanted to be fucked senseless, the way he’d been promising.
Resting her hands on his shoulders, she began to bob up and down in his lap, first slowly, just to establish a rhythm, but then quickly picking up speed and vigor, loving the way he split her open, the way he grazed her walls and knocked her cervix. She felt everything, every hard, powerful inch of him, and it all felt incredible. Water sloshed all around them, a tsunami of their making, up over the sides, melting the snow that had frozen to the deck and sloshing down between the planks to the ground below.
Will snarled against her breast as he pulled a peak into his mouth and lashed at it with his tongue. “You feel so good,” he mumbled. “Fucking tight.”
“Harder,” Amber demanded. “Faster.” Bliss, jagged and hard in its reality, hovered just inches out of reach. She needed a new position. She needed him deeper.
Their eyes locked for half a second, blazing hazel to a raging brown fire. Will bucked into her harder. She had proven she could take him and wasn’t in pain, and she was asking for it, demanding he take her hard and fast, so he was going to oblige.
“D-doggy style,” she stammered, her eyes suddenly glazing over when he pinched her clit.
