**
When I wake up and look at my phone, I groan. Midnight. So much for sleeping through the night.
"What is it?" Kyra asks with a yawn.
I roll over to eye her. "You awake too?"
She flutters her lashes with a mischievous smirk. "Nope. I'm sleep-talking."
That gets both of us laughing.
"Know what it's the perfect time for?" Kyra asks.
My lips go to hers and she pulls away with a giggle. "OK, point taken. But I was thinking of something else."
I scowl, and she plants a kiss right at the corner of my lips. "Let's check out the pool."
"Right now?"
She quirks an eyebrow. "You got plans?"
"Actually..."
She slaps my oncoming hand away. "Come on. Let's check it out."
"But what about - "
"Harley said she can watch Madison. If she's up, let's do it."
At my hesitation, she continues, "Trust me. After Madison's made us go on every ride in the park, we'll be too exhausted to do anything other than pass out tomorrow night."
I yawn. Part of me's too exhausted to do much now - but then again, the prospect of seeing Kyra in a sexy little swimsuit...
"Here," Kyra says, getting out of bed, "I'll leave so you won't be distracted."
I frown at her. "And if I enjoyed the distraction?"
She's already headed to the closet to change. "Then you'll get more of it when we get to the pool. Maybe."
That's enough to get me shooting Harley a text. She responds almost immediately, is as happy as a husky in snow about the prospect of watching Madison for a bit.
A few minutes of changing, a few more minutes of Kyra going over what to watch out for with Harley - she really is thorough - and we're out of the room walking down the slightly lemon-scented hallway.
"If the pool is as deserted as these hallways..." Kyra trails off as we walk along.
I sneakily cop a feel.
"Landon!" she scolds me.
"Couldn't help it," I grumble. "Maybe if your cover-up actually did its job..."
Kyra tries to glare at me, but just ends up giggling. "Oh, so now this is my fault, is it?"
"Actually, it's your ass's fault, but sure."
She gives me a playful slap, and then we're there.
I press my key card onto the door, then hold it open for her. She saunters in, immediately shrugging off her cover-up.
One glimpse of her curves in that black ribbed bikini and my cock is stiffening.
She casts a coy look back, as though she knows exactly what I'm thinking, though she's pretending not to. "Come on."
I come on. Take her hand, follow her past the massive pool, then further into the back room, separated from the pool by a door. It's a secluded cove with walls of blue, teal and white mosaic and filled with hot bubbling waters.
Seconds after we're both in the steamy water, the last of my self-control rolls away, along with all the tension in my body.
"Come here," I growl.
No more waiting. I'm hard as a fucking brick right now.
Her smile is teasing, though. "Or?"
I'm already wading over there. No more waiting. "I'll come and get you myself."
Next second, our lips are connecting.
Fuck yeah. She tastes good, feels good. Her breasts are full and firm, and her ass...
"I've been waiting to do this all day," I find myself saying.
God, she's hot.
Our hands entwine, and mine drag across her body, under her bathing suit. I cup one breast, then the other, massaging and enjoying them. A perfect handful each.
Her hands drift under the water to my package. A pleased grunt rolls out of my throat.
Fucking yes.
With the flat of my palm, I press her against the tiled wall of the cove, then push aside her bathing suit bottom and shove myself into her.
Yes.
Fuck yes.
"Ohh fuck," she groans. "Landon."
So tight and clasping.
Her body's like a drug. The more I get, the more I need.
I shove myself into her again and again, so hard that her back slaps against the wall. In and out. In and out. That's it.
More, yeah. Fuck yeah.
"You're hot as fuck," I growl.
Her tight little pussy clasps eagerly against my cock. I fuck her hard and good and rough, until she's shaking, groaning my name as she comes...
I let her calm down a bit after she comes, but not long. I need more of that sweet pussy of hers.
In and out. Fast and faster. More. More. Yeah.
And then I'm coming, she's coming. We're coming.
"That's my girl," I growl, "that's it."
All she can say are pleasured-out syllables that don't make any sense.
Afterwards, I lose track of how long I hold her in my arms. All I know is that it feels damn good.
And then we hear the door open.
Chapter 21
Kyra
"Shit!" we sputter, separating.
Luckily, I recognize the dark-haired head looking away in the entrance.
"Sorry," says Greyson.
I wish I could sink to the bottom of this pool and keep sinking.
"Need something?" Landon snaps at him.