Page 84 of Breaking All The Rules
He sucked in a breath as he immersed his body in the lake and struck out after Beatrice, who was churning the water in a brisk freestyle just ahead of him. He caught her easily, grabbing her by the ankle and pulling her back to him, then kissing the hell out of her as she twined her arms around his neck, their wet lips cool and slippery as they devoured each other.
After long, drugging moments, she pulled away, smiling at him as she swam just out of reach. Austin enjoyed the tease as she cavorted around him, coming close and kissing him, drifting her hands over him, lingering on his ass and his hips, stroking his chest, brushing her lips against his neck and her fingers along his dick, dragging a groan from his throat before sliding away with a grin and a splash of water.
There was something about the gleam in her eyes, about her knowing how close he was to the edge and keeping him there, that cranked up his desire. And he returned the favor. Getting in his own touches, grazing the hard tips of her nipples, feeling the roughness of goose bumps beneath his fingertips as he stroked her belly and squeezed her ass. It might be dark, but he could see the glitter of sexual fever in her eyes. Knew it was the same fever reflected in his.
It appeared delaying gratification was working for both of them.
They chased and splashed and dived around each other for what felt like forever, his balls as tight and heavy as sinkers. It was excruciating and arousing all at once, and Austin knew when the moment finally came—he was going to utterly disgrace himself.
“Well,” Beatrice announced casually after they’d frolicked for about half an hour. “It’s getting cold—think it’s time to leave.”
She grinned at him, clearly knowing the kind of torture that announcement was inflicting, then turned away, flashing her ass at him as she swam toward the shore. Austin laughed at her gold-embossed come-get-me invitation. He waited and watched, moving slowly toward the shore, his feet hitting the bottom but staying low, partly to keep out of the cool air, partly to get ready to spring.
Water sluiced off her hair and down her body as she rose from the lake, heading to their pile of discarded clothes. She picked up the flashlight, then turned, finding him and catching him in the beam. “You want some of me, Austin Cooper, you better come and get it.”
With a deceptive grin and then a roar, Austin did just that, springing from the water like an alligator lunging at prey in a huge churn of water. Beatrice squealed in surprise, dropping the flashlight as she turned to run, but Austin was bigger and faster and his need had reached a breaking point. He was on her in several strides, wrestling with her slippery, naked body for a moment as she twisted and tried to evade his grip to no avail. Swinging her up in his arms, he laughed as she squealed in protest.
“Let me go!” she yelled at the top of her lungs before laughing some more. “Let me go.”
With her hands anchored around his neck, Austin growled, “Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin,” and strode back into the water, sinking down when they got deep enough.
He hadn’t caught his breath and neither had she when he kissed her, but Austin didn’t care that his heart was hammering and his lungs were starved of oxygen as she slid her legs around his waist and they kissed like the world was about to end.
Settling her hot, slick core over the top of him, she whispered, “Now.”
But, even this far gone, Austin was aware they had no protection. He knew she had a contraceptive implant, but he had to be sure. “No condom,” he panted against her mouth.
“I don’t care,” she also panted. “I’m protected and I need you. I need you more than I’ve ever needed anything.”
Her eyes were huge and earnest, her pupils dilated with lust, and Austin tried not to read any more into her statement other than the same immediate and urgent need for sexual joining that was burning through his system. He plunged inside her then, bare and hot and wet, and she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulder.
Austin groaned, withdrawing quickly and entering again, their gazes locked. And he kept doing it, quickly reaching a crescendo with her as they ground together in the cold waters of the lake. Stars blurred overhead. Black holes formed. Galaxies came to life while others sputtered out their last dying breath. In a matter of seconds, Austin had lived and died and was born again, and it was gratifying to hear the same kind of noises from Beatrice as she pulsed around him.
“Are you okay?” he asked when he could finally speak, holding her close in the water that now felt as warm as a spa.
She half laughed, and it was low and breathy and spoke volumes about her satisfaction, and he loved it. “Uh-huh.”
“You want to do that again in your bed?”
“You have no idea how much,” she replied.
Except he did know. He wanted to get her alone and naked and horizontal so damn badly. “We’re going to need to get dressed and walk briskly,” he murmured.
“I’m up for that.”
He smiled and kissed Beatrice’s forehead as he withdrew on a shared moan. They emerged from the water then, slow and stumbling and laughing at their newborn-foal-like progress. The very last thing he expected as he stepped onto the gritty sand was the harsh beam of a flashlight and a voice barking, “Stop right there.”
Reacting purely on instinct, Austin shoved Beatrice behind him as he grabbed for his genitals. “What the fuck?” Austin demanded, blinking against the spotlight.
“Ju… Austin?”
Austin blinked. “Chief?” Great…this was going to make for awkward conversation at work tomorrow.
“What the hell are you doing?” Arlo demanded as he quickly dropped the beam of light and turned his back.
“Who is it?” a woman’s voice somewhere behind Arlo demanded. It was high and no-nonsense. Then there was an “Oh dear,” as Winona’s face came into view, clocking it was Austin—a naked Austin—with Beatrice sheltering behind him, before turning abruptly around, following Arlo’s lead.
“I thought I told you to stay at the house,” Arlo grouched.
