Double Daddy Trouble

I nodded. “Yes, I’ll say it again.”

“Such a trouble maker tonight.” He gnashed at my lips, taking them with a rough kiss.

I climbed his body, feeling him slide between my thighs. His skin was slick and smooth in the water. I didn’t know when he had lost his board shorts, but I felt his hard shaft press into my heat.

I nodded. “I’m your trouble maker.”

He bent, sucking my nipple in his mouth. I thrashed backward in the water as my breasts bobbed above the surface.

“You know what cowboys do to trouble makers?” he teased.

I opened my eyes, blinking innocently. “What?” I asked, my voice breathy and husky.

“It might involve a lasso and some rope burn.”

“Shit,” I whispered. I kissed him hungrily. I pressed my mouth to his, tasting the beer swirl on my tongue. “I want to cause more trouble,” I moaned. “The worst kind.”

I felt how hard he was pressing into my thigh.

“Fuck, Vanessa.”

His hands tangled in my hair. I knew we were drowning. Sinking and swimming for life. My veins pulsed with excitement.

He scooped his hands under my knees. “I’m taking you upstairs now. And I’m tying you to our bed.”

I waited for the next words. He carried me out of the hot tub.

“And I’m not going to stop fucking you until the sun comes up.”

“Oh God, Dylan.” I clung to his neck, hanging on as he grabbed our towels on the chaise. He wrapped me in one and tucked one around his waist.

I started to dab the water from my skin. I reached out for Dylan, feeling the world start to spin.

“Whoa.” He caught me before I fell. “You ok?”

I nodded. “I think the hot tub made me light-headed. That’s all.”

“Maybe I need to carry you the rest of the way.”

“Maybe.” I grinned.

He drew me to his chest. I leaned into him. “Thank you for everything this week, Dylan.”

“Don’t,” he whispered. “Don’t say it.”

“But I want to say something. I have to.”

My body was buzzing. My head felt funny. It had to be from the hot tub, but before we got carried away in the rest of the night I wanted him to know what he had done for me went behind words.

“That’s the whole point, darlin’. You don’t

have to say a word. I know.” He kissed my forehead tenderly. It made him even sexier how he could go from complete sex machine to thoughtful and tender. I knew it was a side of him he kept hidden.

He scooped me in his arms and kicked open the French doors. “I have some cowboying to do.”

I giggled hysterically. “Is that what you call?”

He took giant steps through the living room and was ready to turn for the staircase when I screamed.