Gifted Connections 3

Jemmy, Sierra, Rachel, Marcel, and Sam had already left the moment we got back from our morning stakeout. They had sent me several photos already.

“Want to slip into a swim suit and join me?” Remy asked suggestively as he started to enter the basement door. He had chosen one of the rooms downstairs with Jace and Troy.

I looked at the cards and binder spread around me and then looked at him. It was rare to have stolen moments with him. I can finish this later. “Sure,” I gave him a small smile.

“Really?” he asked me as if he was surprised.

“Yes, really.” I rolled my eyes at him before packing everything back up and carrying my bag to the room.

I hadn’t packed a swim suit, so I had to purchase one yesterday. I was happy to find out that the sporting goods store had a great selection in winter, but Jemmy didn’t seem as surprised. She said since there were so many resorts and cabins that offered indoor pools and hot tubs, it should be a given. Not everyone remembered to pack their swim suits.

They didn’t have as many options in the style I generally preferred. I was lucky enough to find a halter cut top, but the bottoms were more miniscule than I liked. The bright yellow was a little loud, but it was better than the hot pink they had available in the tops I preferred.

I slipped it on and pulled my hair up on the top of my head and then put on the terry cloth robe that came with the cabin. I was pleasantly surprised to see that the cabin was like an oversized hotel room, but better. They left us plenty of towels and sheets. All the bathrooms were equipped with the mini shampoos, conditioners, body washes, and lotions. They even had a fully equipped kitchen with coffee machine and coffee. All the basics were also stocked in the pantry, too; flour, sugar, powdered creamer, salt, pepper, and a few other spices.

I walked back out into the grand room and saw that Remy was already in the hot tub laying back with his eyes closed. I hissed as I stepped outside. It was positively frigid. I quickly ran to the steps and discarded my toweling robe to slide in. I sighed in contentment as the hot water engulfed me.

Remy chuckled as he pulled me close to him. “You’ll be thankful for the cold air outside in a few moments. This water is boiling.”

“Doubt it,” I teased. “Remember, I’m the girl that would prefer our thermostat to be set at seventy-three at home.”

He laughed once more. “Get some more meat on them bones then,” he joked.

“Oh yeah,” I asked saucily. “Would you like for me to be rounder?”

He laughed once more, throwing his head back, softening his features. He needed to laugh more. His hard features always relaxed when he did, more carefree and approachable. “I’m not going there with you, Blake. I love your body just the way it is, but if you were to ever gain weight, I wouldn’t kick ya out of my bed.”

I mocked growled at him as I back fisted him in the chest. “Keep it up, Murphy.”

His eyes continued to dance with laughter as he looked at me. “You can’t stay mad at me for long, Blake Lynn Thomas.”

I turned to him with a raised brow as if to say. Want to bet?

He laughed softly once more as he pulled me in front of him and kissed the back of my neck. I shivered from the pleasure that spread up to my scalp.

“You’re not playing fair,” I gasped as he palmed my breast in his hands and lazily circled my nipples with his thumbs.

“Who said I ever played fair?” He growled softly in my ear. “You know what they say. All’s fair in love and war.”

I was unable to question him about his use of the word love as one of his hands trailed down my stomach and down to my thighs. He pushed my legs open and softly traced the outside of my bikini bottoms, never truly touching my hot spot, just teasing it. An onslaught of nerve endings was making me into a hopeless puddle of languidness. His lips, tongue, and teeth on the side of my neck and shoulders warred with the feelings of his hands tormenting my nipples and my most important erogenous zone.

When I tried to touch him or turn in his arms to kiss him he firmly grabbed both my hands in one of his and stilled my movements with his other hand on my stomach. He stood up so now my chest was inches from the edge of the hot tub.

“Na uh,” he tsked in a teasing tone. “Let me have my way with you. Okay?”

I couldn’t answer him once more as the hand on my stomach slid down and under my elastic of my bottoms. He palmed my core and gently but firmly ground his palm against it.

“Okay?” he asked again.

I mutely nodded, hissing and throwing my head back as he slowly teased the outside of my lips. He continued to tease me with his hands and lips until I was to the point of begging him for more.

When I didn’t think I could take any more he slipped his fingers in me and his thumb expertly stroked my core. I gripped the side of the hot tub, feeling the warmth begin to spiral up, my breathing was coming out as gasp and helpless mews.

“Are you ready for me?” he growled in my ear.

I eagerly nodded once more. He chuckled and his thumb picked up speed and fell into a delicious rhythm. I found myself moving against his hands, and in that moment, I think I knew how a volcano felt when it erupted. I was unable to stop from crying out his name as the lights exploded behind my eyelids.

I felt myself coming back down to earth just as he pulled my bottoms down and pushed into me. He didn’t ready me like he normally did, and I hissed at the pleasure and pain his manhood gave me. I gripped the side of the hot tub as he continued to push in and out of me. He was hitting a spot that was highly sensitive, and I felt another kind of pleasure build in me.