Cruel Temptation (Underground Kings 1)

And since she was naked, it was only fair I got naked too.

I pulled the waistband of my briefs down, and my cock bobbed free. I was already half-hard since I could see the round curve of her ass under the water. The wind blew cold air, and my skin reacted, pebbling to the burst of the breeze. Thunder rolled above as the grey clouds started to fold in on themselves, building into large domes that held gallons of rain.

The pool was heated, so when I stepped in, it was almost like stepping inside of a jacuzzi. It felt good after feeling the wind brush against my skin. She still hadn’t heard me, or if she did, she didn’t acknowledge me. The water slipped and rippled as I walked through it, and when I stood behind her, I caged her in with each arm until my chest pressed against her back.

“What are you doing?” she sniffled, and I laid my chin on her shoulder, hating how bad she was hurting, hating that I was the cause of it, and hating that Brian was part of the cause too.

“I came to check on you,” I said.

“Well, I’m not okay, but I w

ill be. You can go now,” she replied, never once trying to look over her shoulder at me. She kept her eyes forward. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw droplets escaping out of the corner of her eye.

I didn’t doubt for one second that she wouldn’t be okay, but I didn’t want her to have to go through it alone. “I’m not going anywhere, Quinn. I was away for ten years. I’m not going away again.” Feeling bold, I pressed my lips against her shoulder, giving her a soft kiss. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” she asked, even if she knew what I was sorry for, she wanted me to say it.

“For causing you pain. For Brian causing you pain. For your confusion.”

“I don’t really want to talk about it,” she said, her voice low and covered by the wind, making it hard to hear. “I’m processing. I’m thinking. I can’t do that with you behind me.”

“Why not?” I pushed, needing to hear the words.

“You know why,” she said, gripping the edge tighter. “You know exactly why I can’t think.”

I closed the distance between her ass and my pelvis, and I pressed her against the side of the pool until my cock settled between her cheeks. I was rock-solid as lust pulsed through my system for her.

“Jaxon,” she shook her head as my name fell from her lips with a small moan. “We can’t. I don’t know how I feel about you, yet,” she said, as her arm reached around my neck and pulled me closer, contradicting herself. “I don’t trust you.”

“Yes, you do,” I said, mouthing her shoulder with my teeth. “You just don’t want to trust me.”

“I don’t know what to believe,” she groaned when my hands cupped her breasts, lifting and squeezing the perfect sized mounds. They were soft, and her nipples were hard and elongated from my touch and the wind blowing against her wet skin.

My lips made their way to her neck, a spot I remembered she loved for me to kiss, just here. I kissed the skin below her ear, flattening my tongue over her pulse, then sucked. She whimpered, bowing her back. The simple lick had her skyrocketing, wanting to fly right out of my arms.

I spun her around by turning her hips with my hands. The water splashed around us, and I leaned in, bumping her nose with mine. “I think you do know. Your heart knows.” I skimmed my hand up her stomach and laid it above her breasts, right where her heart pounded like a drum.

“My heart as steered me wrong before, I don’t want it to again.”

“Then let me be in control. Let me guide you,” I managed to say through graveled gulps of air when her nipples scraped against my chest. I lowered my lips to her slowly, giving her time to move away. “Let me steer you in the right direction, Quinn. Let me show you that not one minute of those ten years that we were apart, that I ever stopped loving you.”

“Jaxon.” She licked her lips, moved her head left and right, but didn’t try to get away from me. “I don’t know…” her eyes fell to my lips, her cinnamon sugar eyes watched as I prowled for her mouth, wanting to ravish it with mine.

“You know,” I growled, burying my hand in the soft waves of her blonde hair. “You’ve always known.” I enmeshed our lips together, at last, her velvet flesh giving from the rough, desperate intent mine gave. I groaned into her mouth, rejoiced that I was here with her again, claiming the woman that was always meant to be mine. “Quinn,” I murmured, taking in much needed air before she dove for my lips again, tightening her arms around my neck.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I held us up with one arm against the ledge, while my other hand gripped her jaw, controlling the kiss that changed everything.

Quinn enraptured my soul.

If there was any good in me left, it was only because of her existence.

My cock laid against her pussy, nestled in the trimmed blonde bush she kept. I wanted nothing more than to slide in, to feel her walls around me once more. Her tongue pushed between my lips, and I sucked the appendage into my mouth like it was my favorite candy. She let out a high-pitched whimper, and when I let go, her teeth clamped down on my lower lip. Quinn sucked the abused flesh into her mouth, and my head tilted back, my eyes closed as a guttural moan vibrated my ribcage.

Her nails dug into my back at the same time thunder coiled in the sky, then lightning cracked, flashing close to us as it veined across the blackened clouds. The ocean was a violent trap, sloshing so hard, the foam of the waves could be felt on our skin.

We were the storm, the violence, and the beauty. We were a threat, but we couldn’t go against our nature.

She was the rain, I was the cloud, and the world couldn’t have one without the other.