“Je mens. Je suis fou de toi. J’ai besoin de toi,” she whispers in rapid French.

I hate the way those words, even though I have no fucking clue what they mean, turn me on even more and make me want to stay buried inside her forever.

I’m pissed and I’m taking my emotions out with angry sex, but I’m still not a complete asshole. I still need her to feel good, and I still want her to enjoy every minute of this if it’s all I have to give her. Slowing down my thrusts until I’m just barely sliding my cock in and out of her, I wrap one arm around her waist and hold her tightly to my chest. I lift her body with me as I move until I’m standing up and no longer have to bend my knees to be inside her, never breaking our connection between her thighs.

“Rest your knees on the ledge,” I tell her as I slide my hand up her spine and push her body forward until she’s leaning over the edge of the tub.

Her knees float up to the small armrest above the seat under the water and she looks back at me over her shoulder as I start pumping in and out of her again.

“Why’d you move—Oh, holy shit…” she mumbles, turning her face away from me to tip her head back, cutting off her own question when I grab onto both her hips and inch her slightly to the left.

I can’t help but smirk as she smacks one hand down on the edge of the tub and starts mumbling incoherently, pushing aside the last of my negative thoughts as I give her what she wants.

CHAPTER 20

Mackenzie

I don’t want this to end. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life, but I need more. I need all of you.

The words were on the tip of my tongue when I sank down into the Jacuzzi next to Declan, but I couldn’t bring myself to say them. All I could think about was what he said to me at Rhythms earlier and how he’d laugh at me if I told him that after a week, I knew I was falling for him and didn’t care how much it hurt when I finally crashed.

I made myself forget about how good it felt to talk to him and share things about my life with him. I made myself forget how much I enjoyed spending time with him and learning things about his life. I made myself stop wanting more, knowing I could never have it. I forced myself to remember this is just about sex, and I crawled onto his lap and put those thoughts into motion.

Declan seemed more than eager to put us back on the same page, but something felt different about him when he suddenly got up from the seat of the Jacuzzi.

I watched his features turn hard and a muscle tick in his jaw before he swung me around and away from him and pushed me up against the other side of the tub.

I wanted to ask him what was wrong, I wanted to tell him to slow down and that we didn’t always have to fuck like our life depended on it, but I couldn’t remember how to speak when he ripped my bikini bottoms off and slammed himself inside me. As much as I wanted this to be more than just about sex, as much as I wanted him to want more, there was no denying that we were good at this together. There was no denying how much I wanted him or how much it turned me on when he took charge and got demanding. I somehow managed to find my voice and I told him I was lying, that I was falling for him and I needed him. But I took the coward’s way out and said it to him in French.

I stopped thinking I was a coward and didn’t have to make myself forget about anything when he told me to put my knees up on the armrest and then shifted me to the side. As soon as I figured out why Declan moved me a few inches to our left, I forgot my own name and my hand smacked down on the ledge.

The rush of water from the jet in the wall of the Jacuzzi between my thighs, where Declan so expertly placed me, surges against my clit as he starts moving behind me again, sliding his cock slowly in and out of me.

His fingers dig into my hips as he yanks me back against him, my ass slamming into his groin each time he pulls me back onto his thick, hard cock. My entire body ignites, my skin getting hotter from what he’s doing to me than from the water in the Jacuzzi. My arms shake with how hard I’m holding onto the ledge around the hot tub, using it to keep myself upright while I jerk my hips back to meet him.

Each time he fucks into me, it moves the lower half of my body closer to the spray of the jet. Back and forth, back and forth, the rush of the water teases my clit, hitting it hard and then fading away until he thrusts into me again. Even through the hot water of the tub, I can feel myself getting wetter, his cock almost slipping out of me each time he pulls his hips back before slamming into me.

“Does it feel good getting fucked in a hot tub?” Declan asks from behind me, the water splashing all around us as he picks up his pace and my hands start slipping on the ledge.

He sounds angry and, again, I want to ask him what’s wrong, but I can’t do anything aside from moan loudly when he suddenly stops thrusting, his cock buried as deep as it can be inside me, his firm grasp on my hips holding my body in place.

The spray from the jet no longer has a chance to fade since he stopped moving, and the full force of it stays on my clit, making me a mindless ball of need as I whimper and moan and chant Declan’s name.

I arch my back, taking him even deeper as I swivel my hips around his cock that fills me so fully, closing my eyes and reveling in the sounds of Declan groaning in pleasure at what I’m doing.

His hands finally let go of the punishing hold they have on my hips to slide around to the front of my body, making him lean forward and press his chest against my back. He starts rocking in and out of me again, slowly pulling his cock almost all the way out before easing it back in each time, as his palms rest on my stomach for a few seconds before moving down beneath the water.




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