Madi was laughing with Skyla; It seemed like the whole talk had never happened, but the sting of her words cut Paxton to the core. How could she not see that everything following Friday night’s fiasco had been done to protect the team’s reputation, not his own? He’d make her understand; he had to. Nothing meant more to him than his career, football, the Gladiators, his brothers—Zeus, Ares, Hades and the rest.
When they all began to leave some time later, Pax hugged Madi to him, willing her to understand. “Hera, don’t give up on me,” he whispered.
“Don’t disappoint me, and I’ll have no reason to.” She winked and kissed his cheek, all forgotten for the time being.
But Pax had a nagging feeling this wouldn’t be the last he’d hear from Madi on this uncomfortable matter. He was left with more doubt than when he’d seen the first headline.
I’m damned if I do, damned if I don’t. This was a hopeless situation.
Rebecca attempted to smile over at Paxton as she slid uncomfortably into the hot tub later that night. She was clad in a not-so-conservative two-piece tankini—more form-fitted than was comfortable.
Dinner had been lovely and delicious, and the conversation had been fun and light… except that Madison McFadden seemed to eye her like a hawk and have it out for Paxton. Becca had never imagined she’d make an enemy out of the stunning, blonde CEO, but here they were.
“You’re even more beautiful free of all your clothing,” Pax said over to her, resting his arms on either side of the rocks that lined the lip of the hot tub.
“That’s kind of you to say.” She pulled her lips in, self-conscious.
“Male opinion, I guess. Typical, right? Sorry,” he attempted a recovery. “I mean, you look lovely, Rebecca.”
She gave him a little giggle. “I sure could say the same about you.” She couldn’t help but eye the definition of his neck, deltoids, biceps, and pecs that greeted her from above the steaming, bubbling blue water.
Pax gave her a grin.
She looked down, unsure what to say. This whole hot tub experience was awkward already, to say the least, and she wasn’t sure why she’d agreed to do this.
Pax broke the silence quickly enough. “I’m glad you got to meet some of my teammates tonight.”
“Me too. They’re great, by the way.”
“I know we badger each other. It’s all in fun, though.”
Madi hadn’t been badgering him out of fun, it would seem.
As if reading her thoughts, he said, “Look, don’t worry about Madi. She’ll come around.” Although, Becca wasn’t sure if he were trying to convince himself or her.
She gave him a weak smile in return and fiddled with her hands in the water. She still hadn’t heard from her sister but had spoken with her mother, who was doing “just fine without her.” She knew she was worrying for no reason; it was just a couple nights then she could sneak back, but Becca still felt on edge leaving her mam alone.
“You ok?” Pax asked.
“Yeah, just thinking about Mam.”
“Is she alright?” His brows furrowed as he asked.
“Yeah, she’s—she’s fine. I just worry about her. I tend to her at night while Veda works, remember?”
“I thought she was a cheerleader, which I didn’t know by the way.”
“Oh, yeah, she has several jobs.” She wouldn’t elaborate about what they all were; Veda’s various jobs weren’t exactly something Becca was proud of—nor wanted to admit aloud to Paxton Guthrie of all people.
“You make it sound like they aren’t permanent.”
“No, they aren’t.” She’d leave it at that. He could draw whatever conclusions he wanted to.
“And you just have the one sibling, right?”
“Yes. I was tasked with caring for Mam at night while Veda worked and vice versa. That was until she got the cheerleading job. It kinda fell into her lap. Her goal is to actually be a model.”
Pax’s brows went up in surprise. “She should talk to Brooke about that.”
“Brooke?”
“Yeah, Madi’s sister. She’s a model.”
Becca couldn’t fathom Madi ever wanting to share her sister’s number or personal information, let alone a reference. Madi hated her.
“Hey,” Pax murmured and came forward, his big frame stopping within inches of hers, making her already frazzled nerves fray on their ends. She gulped. “She’ll come around. And if it’s any consolation, I’ll introduce you to Brooke and we’ll bypass the middleman, huh? She’s as different from Madison as Veda is to you.”
Becca didn’t know if that was a compliment or not, but when his hand came up and he fingered a lose strand of her hair that had fallen from the bun on her head, she knew it was a compliment.
Poseidon’s eyes sparkled from the glow of the twinkle lights hanging over their heads. His body was too close, too tempting, his lips too kissable, his masculine allure too enticing.
“Let’s take this down.” He didn’t give her time to respond before he came up and pulled her hair from the clasp that held it up. Her curly locks spilled down her shoulders, the ends dipping into the water before she even realized what had happened. “That’s better.”
“You—you don’t like my hair up?”
“Oh, I do. It showcases your gorgeous neck but down… you look so naughty with it down.”
Naughty? She didn’t have a naughty bone in her body—even if, in this moment, she wished she did. Pax’s hand moved to cup her cheek and he came ever closer. Becca’s heart pounded hard in her chest. She didn’t know whether to go with it or protest, but she tried to relax. If they were to pull this whole engagement off, she couldn’t be so quick to weasel away from his touch and balk at his advances.
“I’ve been wanting to kiss you all night, you know?”
“Well,” she gave a huff that was meant to sound more like a giggle but didn’t. “Here I am.”
“Yes, here you are. Now what ever shall I do with you, my little naia.”
“Naia?” Becca frowned.
“It’s Hawaiian for dolphin.”
“And Latin for nymph.”
He smiled, pleased that she knew that, although she only did because a friend of hers was going to name their daughter that. “Nympho is more like it.”
Becca gaped. “I am not a nympho.”
“Oh, I bet you’re a total closet nympho. Aren’t you, Becca?” His smirk was playful and called to some wilder part of her.
“How dare you!”
He laughed again, baiting her, even as he separated the distance between them. He pulled her into his broad, barrel chest, his oversized muscular arms wrapping around her tightly.
Her breath stilled, and the water seemed to get even hotter. Becca thought she might faint if he kissed her, but he was leaning in. He was going to. He just said he’d been wanting to all night. Now nothing was stopping him from doing so.
“Pax—” she protested, feeling her sex begin to hum even as his lips hovered just centimeters from her own.
“Mmm, I never liked the sound of my name…until I heard you say it, sweetness.”
His lips pulled at her own as he softly brushed them over hers—soft as satin and light as a feather. A deep moan answered him and he chuckled before deepening the kiss. Her mouth opened to him, relinquishing control as she let his tongue invade and conquer. His thumb brushed her cheekbone as he angled her head then lifted her. Her legs began to wrap around his waist of their own accord, and she reveled in the feel of his hard-muscled torso touching her half-naked flesh. The wave of turbulence that spiked through her shook her to the core as she moved her arms around his neck, settling herself against him while he pressed her into the wall of the hot tub.
His manly moan made her womanhood ache with a longing she’d never felt before, and she couldn’t resist the urge to rub her sex against his tenting crotch. This was better than any fantasy she’d ever had of Pax before—having him here, real and tangible.
“Oh, baby,�
� he groaned as he pulled back to feast on her neck and when he did, he began to unleash something feral inside her. The lapping of his tongue on her flesh had her whimpering like a needy baby for milk. She arched her breasts against his chest and felt a sharp pressure dig into her thigh.
Suddenly, she realized what it was and gasped. She looked into his eyes and the stormy sea she saw there frightened her. He was Poseidon; he had a fury unlike the other gods, a fury for her, and he meant to have her. She gaped, unsure whether to tell him. No one knew! Well, maybe her mom and Veda did, but it was shameful—especially for a woman of her age…
“Oh God, Pax,” she cried even as his mouth returned to her throat, sucking, kissing and licking until she was begging with her body for release, rocking her hips against his, as tempestuous as the raging sea she’d seen in his blue eyes.
“Mmm, yeah, baby. You like that?” he asked as he thrust back against her. “Does that feel good?”
She moaned in answer, her hands moving over his bare back and gripping. More, she wanted more. It felt so incredibly good, but she wanted so much more. His mouth moved to her collarbone as if reading her thoughts, his tongue licking the top of her breastbone and lower.
She began to gasp and pant, the noises unfamiliar to her. She felt a pulling of her bathing suit and began to protest only to cradle Pax’s head as his mouth fell to the mound of her half-exposed breast.
“Oh, God.”
“Name’s Poseidon, sweetness,” he chuckled as his fingers moved to her upper thigh.
She was a quivering mess now, unfamiliar with the wanton female begging as Paxton’s fingertips tickled her groin. Every decent part of her wanted to stop this, but that naughty little nymph he’d awoken wanted to let him go further.
She gasped as he moved the bottoms aside and she felt his fingers touch her where she ached the most. His lips took hers as he thrust a thick finger inside her and she grunted, feeling her body resist slightly at the unfamiliar intrusion.
“Mmm, Becca, you’re so tight,” he muttered against her lips as she moaned deep and long, loving the feel of him filling a part of her no one ever had. He pulled his finger back and thrust in again, and she squeezed her inner walls around him, getting a groan from him. “Shit, baby.”
She wasn’t sure if he was protesting or encouraging her, but his finger began to pump into her as his mouth returned to her breast. She arched her hips against him, taking all the pleasure he was giving and absorbing it as his lips moved to her exposed nipple.
She cried out as he pulled it into his mouth and sucked hard, flicking his tongue back and forth over the pebbled bud as his finger continued to torture her. A fluttering began in her lower belly as her body was ravaged by Paxton’s loving. Never had she felt such yearning and passion. She couldn’t stop herself from relishing each caress as his mouth returned to hers. She felt her soul leave the earth and screamed into his mouth, her body spasming and quaking around his finger.
“Oh, oh, Pax,” she whimpered as her hands gripped his broad shoulders, and he kissed her cheek, chuckling.
“Damn, that was hot as fuck, baby,” he said, pulling back as he looked down at her bared breast, thanks to his voracious hands. “Look how hard you got me.”
He pulled her hand to his crotch, and she gasped in surprise at the swollen member suddenly in her bare hand; somehow her hand had gotten into his trunks and now, his hard sex was in her palm. Damn, it was fascinating. The length and thickness of it as she stroked him in her fist. Oh, the sounds he made as she did so; she was aroused all over again.
OMG, I’m touching his penis. Holy shit!
“Mmm, Becca,” he grated through his teeth, looking back into her eyes with such want that her heart threatened to beat out of her chest.
“Pax,” his name was a whisper on her lips as she leaned back in for another kiss.
He kissed her back, his tongue raiding and pillaging every square inch of her mouth as she fought to contain the emotions erupting within her.
Suddenly, he was turning her and pulling at the bottoms barely hanging around her thighs, moving toward a jet.
“Pax?” she asked confused even as he pressed her aching sex into a pulsing jet of water. Her gasp was sharp with equal parts objection and desire as he hovered her over the blast of water, his finger moving back inside her from behind. “Oh my God,” she whimpered as his lips returned to her neck, his hand to her breast, squeezing as if he owned it.
“Yeah? I’m gonna make you come again, my little naia. Come, then it’s my turn to come.”
He pulled her hand back to his erection and she gripped it possessively. A surge of pleasure rose between her legs and spread deep in the hollow of her belly.
“Paxton.”
“Oh yeah. Say my name, sexy lady. Give me your moans. I want them all.” He beckoned as he began to bounce her up and down over the jet that shot into her most secret spot. He began to thrust against her gripping hand, moving his pelvis into her bottom while he tormented her with the jet of water and his finger thrust into her.
“Oooh,” she cried as another orgasm assaulted her, making her succumb to both the water and her captor, Poseidon, the god of the seas.
Paxton was quick to follow. He roared into her neck as he latched on, biting into her shoulder and pulling her into him, groaning his release as he arched up into her fist over and over again. His moans and grunts subsided slowly as they both came back down to earth, their heart rates and breathing returning as he continued to stroke her breast and swollen bud.
“Oh shit, Rebecca. That was amazing, my sweet.” He kissed her shoulder before turning her abruptly around. “Mmm, now I wanna bury my cock inside that tight little pussy.”
He began to jerk his trunks down and pulled her legs back around him. That’s when Becca started to panic. His hands roved her body, and he took her lips again.
She grunted and pushed against him. “Wait!”
Paxton’s deep blue eyes stared deep into hers. “What’s wrong?” he asked, and Becca’s cheeks flamed red in shame.
She felt more exposed at that instant than she ever had in her entire life, their naked sexes mere inches from one another, his hungry lips and body ready to devour her whole.
He stroked her hair, and Rebecca looked away, humiliated by the tears gathering at her eyelids.
Her lips began to quiver even as Pax cooed, “Becca, baby, talk to me.”
“I’m sorry, Paxton. I—I can’t…”
“Ok, that’s ok. We don’t have to,” he reassured her. “I didn’t mean to be pushy. I just— You’re just so damn irresistible, sweetness.” His crooked grin stilled her.
She gulped and willed her backbone to straighten. “It’s not that I don’t want to, I-I—”
Oh God, just say the words, you damn coward!
“Pax, I’m a virgin.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Had he heard her right? Had she said…?
“I’m a virgin,” she repeated, her face tightening as she lifted her chin.
Holy shit balls! He’d not been expecting that. Not in a million damn years. Sure, she was quiet and introverted, but she was hot as hell. How on earth had she come this far in life and not gone all the way with anyone? She wasn’t new to being touched or orgasms…was she?
“Becca, I’m sorry.”
“Why? I’m not,” she retorted.
“Well, I mean, if I’d have known I would’ve—”
“What? Not done what we just did?”
Hell no! He would have done that either way. He probably just wouldn’t have been as…well, as forceful. God knows, he hadn’t wanted to scare the poor thing. She didn’t look scared though.
“I just wish I would’ve known… so I didn’t hurt you.”
“I think you saw that you didn’t hurt me, a rúnsearc.”
Pax laughed. “Did you just call me a ruined shark?”
“A rúnsearc. It’s Celtic for...” She blushed. “Never mind.”
Whatever it
was, it sounded sexy on her lips, and he grinned only to frown. “Sweetness,” he touched her cheek again, “why didn’t you tell me?”
“And when was I supposed to do that? As I was having my first orgasm that didn’t come from my own hand?” Her voice was raised and his brows followed.
“Becca, you…?”
“Wow, that sounded even worse out in the open.” She began to pull away from him. “I…I think it’s time I retired for the evening.”
“Becca, come on. Please?”
“No, I-I should go. Thank you for…”
She didn’t finish as she extricated herself from him and moved to the steps.
What could he say? There was nothing to say.
He watched her walk away, her tight little rear-end in the bikini bottoms, her dark hair so long it almost touched that plump ass of hers.
A virgin? Holy shit! He’d never been with a virgin. Never dreamed he would ever be in the throes of passion with one, and it turned him on like never before. Before, it would have just been like any other time. But now, it was gonna be so much more. He would be the first to claim her. The first man to be inside her. The first man to possess her body. Being the first man to love a woman as sweet and soft and stunning as Rebecca Ryan made Paxton ravenous. He’d given her the first orgasm she’d ever had that wasn’t self-inflicted. And he felt like fucking Superman. He was suddenly completely fascinated with ruining her.
“I’m a sick man.”
But he knew deep down it wasn’t because he was sick or mental or insane. He was simply digging this chick. For the first time in a long time, he felt something again. And it was desire—sharp and poignant. But it was also something else, something deeper, something he’d not wanted since he was much younger. A relationship. A real relationship with a woman who would mean more to him than just a simple fuck.
His father, Glenn Guthrie, had left when he was just a child—at the ripe age of eleven. He and Pax’s mom, Tara, had fought for years. Prior to finding out he was adopted, Paxton had always assumed it to be because his father wondered about Paxton’s legitimacy. Glenn and Tara had adopted him when he was a baby, but he’d not known it until Glenn was out of their lives.
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