Page 75 of Flynn
Clearing the porch, Flynn bounded down the steps, his long strides taking them toward the shimmering blue water of the octagonal pool. The area around the pool was lush and vibrant, with flowers in full bloom.
The pool house had been power washed, and the whiteness of the exterior was in stark contrast to the green foliage. Shrubberies, trimmed to perfection, hid them from view and let him strip off the shirt and ash gray dress pants he had worn to the office.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” he asked her calmly as he unzipped his pants.
“Flynn Zimmermann, it’s still light out. Someone might see us.”
“Who?” Grinning at her, he flung the pants over the back of the chaise and took off his underwear and socks. His sex was full and drew her attention to it.
Leaning over, he took off the dress she had on as well as her panties.
“We can’t.”
“Says who?” Picking her up, he strode over to the base of the pool, and before she realized what he was doing, he jumped off, the impetus sending them almost to the bottom. She barely had time to suck in her breath before being covered with water.
He brought them back up, with her spluttering hair covering her face. Using one hand to push back the sodden strands, she glared at him, fluttering her lashes to get rid of the water.
“Are you mad?”
“You swim like a fish.” he pointed out with a grin. Letting go of her, he kept his arm around her waist as her feet touched his. The amusement faded from his face as her middle bumped against him.
“No.” She whispered.
“Yes.” he mouthed the word as his head came towards hers. “Hold onto me.” He whispered hoarsely. Ryleigh felt the familiar sensations racing through her body. Their love life was combustible, like a kindling set on fire, and they did not have to take a touch to ignite the flame.
His long, lean torso was pressing against her. The nipples were already distended, rubbing against his chest and sending waves of intense desire pouring through her.
He lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist as he threaded water. His mouth met hers at the same time; he drove into her, fingers biting into her hips as he held her still.
The water swirled around them, the warmth of it reaching past their waists. Birds were chirping, the sound of squirrels scampering up tree trunks. But they were not aware of any of it. They were lost in each other. His thrusts became demanding and hungry. His lips plundered hers, passion escalating to fever-pitch intensity.
They were also unaware that Julia was making her way towards the pool, having been told by Greaves that they were there. But she was brought up short, her breath lodging inside her throat as she stared at the couple. It was a little past nine, but it was still light enough for her to see what was happening.
Retreating, she took several steps back before turning around and heading back to the house. A smile burst on her lips, and she felt like she was walking on air.
“See to it that they are not disturbed.” She instructed Greaves as he opened the doors.
*****
“What if someone saw us?” She fretted as he wiped her down with the towel.
“I don’t care.”
“I do.”
“Prude,” he whispered, easing the towel between her thighs and taking his time there.
“I am not an exhibitionist.” her breath came out as a gasp as he stroked the sensitive nubbin.
“So, I see.” His head lifted to watch her face. He loved to see the expression on her face when she was reacting to his touch. “But I am positive that no one would dare come around to disturb us.”
“Your mother-”
“Knows better.” Moving the towel from between her thighs, he wiped it over her belly, his stomach tied up in knots at the bump there. “He is moving.”
“Yes. He does that all the time now.” Placing a hand over his, they both went still as the movements continued. “He is like an energizing bunny. Makes it impossible for me to fall asleep.”