Dirty Little Secret

“Samson!” Stella shouts when our cabin comes into view. “Are we staying in a freaking treehouse?”

“We are.”

“Oh my God! This is so freaking cool!”

“Just wait until you see the inside,” I murmur, throwing my truck into park.

Stella’s unbuckled and out of the truck before I can think about opening her door for her. “Come on! Hurry up, old man!”

Smiling, I grab our bags from the back seat and join her. “I’m not that much older than you.”

“Old enough to go gray first!” She sticks her tongue out.

“I’ll show you old,” I mutter, taking a menacing step toward her.

She giggles and darts away, running toward the steps leading up to our treehouse.

I take off after her, and even though I could easily overtake her, I make sure to let her keep the lead—the view of her tight ass bounding up the stairs is worth losing, no questions asked.

“Beat you!” Stella crows when she reaches the door, mere steps ahead of me.

“Pretty sure I’m the winner,” I retort, dragging my eyes over her body with deliberate slowness.

“Perv.”

“Only for you.”

“Whatever.” She shakes her head like she thinks I’m joking. I’m not though, I’m so not. “Let’s go inside?”

I retrieve my phone from my back pocket, punch in the lock code, and swing the door open.

“Wow,” Stella exhales the single word as she crosses the threshold. “Samson, this is…” She spins in a wide circle, taking in the white shiplap walls, the iron spiral staircase, and the high ceilings. “Beautiful.”

“You are,” I agree, only I’m looking at her, because like always, anytime Stella’s around, she’s all I can see.

“So, what do you want to do first?”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to say you, but there’s plenty of time for that. “This weekend is all about you, so I’m down for whatever.”

“What’s there to do around here?”

“Aside from the tourist-y crap, there’s supposed to be some good hiking on the property.”

Her eyes brighten. “I love hiking!”

“I know you do. Let’s put our stuff down and we can head out.”

“What’s that sound?” Stella asks as we near the end of the trail.

“There’s a creek that cuts through the property.”

Stella grins and then takes off toward the sound of the bubbling water.

By the time I catch up to her, she’s standing at the creek bed in just her bra and panties. “What are you doing?” I ask, cutting my eyes left and then right, even though I know we’re on private property. The thought of anyone else seeing my Stella like this makes me feel murderous.

She turns to look at me over her shoulder and grins, unclasping her bra. “Thought you wanted to skinny dip?”

“Stella.”

“What?”

I damn near swallow my tongue when she shimmies out of her little panties. “It’s gonna be freezing.” There’s only a slight chill in the air, but I know the water has to be icy.

She turns to face me, her supple, tanned body on full display. My gaze greedily eats up every inch of exposed flesh and my mouth waters at the thought of sucking on her tightly beaded nipples. “You’ll keep me warm, right?”

“Fuck, Luna.” I tug my shirt over my head as she steps one foot into the water.

“Yes please,” she murmurs back as I toe off my boots and socks before stripping out of my pants. “Come on, it’s not too bad.”

I stride toward her with purposeful steps, that is until I step into the water. “Fuck!”

Stella giggles.

“Laugh it up, but I’m pretty sure the Titanic sank in warmer waters than this.”

“Come here, you big baby.” She crooks her index finger at me, and despite my good judgment and the ball-shriveling temperature, I wade out to her.

By the time I reach her, I’m pretty sure my junk has receded up into my fucking body. “Told you it’d be cold.”

“It’s not that bad,” she stammers out between shivers.

“Pretty sure your nipples could cut glass.” I reach between us and drag my thumb over one of the hardened buds.

“Samson,” she moans my name as she wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. “Kiss me.”

I lean down and capture her chattering lips with my own. Our tongues tangle together as we cling to each other for warmth. Stella’s hips rock against mine, and while my dick twitches with interest, it’s just too damn cold.

“You know there’s a hot tub on the deck, right?” I ask, breaking our kiss.

“What? No! Why are we out here freezing?”

“You’re the one that stripped and ran out into the water like a crazy person.”

She pouts. “You said you wanted to skinny dip.”

“I am always down to get naked with you, but I’m not opposed to continuing this somewhere warmer.”

“Yes please.” She releases me and heads for the shore.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Stella

“Oh my God!” I moan in delight as I lower myself into the warm, bubbling water. “This is so much better.”