CHAPTERNINETEEN
Bran
I was telling the truth when I said I slept in the nude and had thrown a robe on when I heard movement in the house. I didn’t want Anne to think I’d come down here intent on fucking her.
In retrospect, I probably shouldn’t have joined her in the pool, at least not without putting on swim trunks. To be honest, I hadn’t thought about the fact that I was naked when I made the decision to join her in the pool.
All I was thinking was how I hadn’t wanted the evening to end, and this was a good way to keep it going.
When she made the skinny dip comment as she headed toward the pool steps, I should have let her go, and yet I couldn’t. I knew I couldn’t simply ask her to stay so I taunted her. I was like a fucking schoolboy. Lucky for me she took the bait.
How strange was it to be playing with a woman in the pool.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d ever been playful.
It had to have been before my parents died and my world turned serious. There was no time for play when I had to make sure Harper was eating right, going to school, and getting her homework done, while I took over my father’s company, which was no easy feat when he had a few board members who tried to wrangle control from me.
Fortunately for me, I’d been working in my father’s company since I was sixteen. I knew more than his board gave me credit for.
I was also cockier then, and took risks I probably wouldn’t take now, but at the time, it proved I had the chops to run a multimillion dollar company. It wasn’t like other young men hadn’t done it before me. Zuckerberg. Gates. Jobs. All were in college when they built their empires.
Unlike most of them, I found a way to finish college despite all that was going on in my life.
But succeeding at raising Harper and keeping control of the company came at a cost. A cost I hadn’t realized I paid until now when I was playing and laughing with Anne in the pool.
Of course, I wasn’t laughing now. I was in fucking heaven.
When Anne started kissing me, I wasn’t sure what to make of it, but I wasn’t about to ask. I dove headfirst into touching and tasting her again. I loved hearing her cries of pleasure echoing in the room. What I wanted to hear more of was that she knew it was me giving it to her. I wanted to hear her say my name and that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
I wasn’t a virgin, not even close. I’d learned long ago that women loved to have their pussy’s eaten and so I made it my goal to be good at it. I was pleased that Anne recognized that even if it shocked her that someone as serious and broody as me could have a talent at pleasuring a woman.
And now I was inside her. God, was there a better place to be?
With her pressed against the wall of the pool, I withdrew and thrust in again, and again, each time my eyes rolled back in my head as her pussy pulsed around my cock.
“Fuck…so good…do you feel it, Anne? Do you feel how good we are together?”
She answered with a moan. I decided it was a yes.
My dick was throbbing with wild passion. I was fucking her like a maniac, pistoning in and out of her as all semblance of control disintegrated. I was about to come, but I gritted my teeth, hoping she’d come first.
“Oh…Bran!” Her fingers dug into my shoulders. Her head dropped back. Her pussy clamped down around my cock and stars blasted behind my eyes.
“Fuck!” I yelled out as pleasure blasted through my body. I felt it down to the cellular level. “Yes…yes…” I chanted as I continued to move, drawing out the pleasure for as long as I could.
Finally, I was completely spent. I leaned against Anne as I heaved in breaths and waited for feeling to come back to my extremities. When I finally felt strength return, I lifted my head to look at her. She wouldn’t look me in the eyes. She pushed me away and swam to the steps.
Fuck. “Anne?”
“Hmm?” She stepped out of the pool and wrapped her towel around her.
I found her bikini bottoms in the pool, and got out, handing them to her. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, sure. That was fun.” She started to leave.
Her words were like a bucket of water thrown on me. “Fun.” I slipped my robe on and followed her.
She stopped in the kitchen to get a glass of water. I watched her, trying to read her mood, but was having a hell of a time of it. What was she thinking?