Contract Marriage: I Will Never Love You-Chapter 154: Hot Tub Adventure

Marcus

Rebecca is perched on my lap like I’m the damn Santa Claus. Her damp hair drips slow rivulets down my chest, and her skin is glowing in the dim light.

The red bikini is impossible to ignore. It clings wetly to every curve, and when she crosses her legs over my knee, I feel a jolt...electric and unwelcome.

I play it cool, but there’s no denying the pressure point tightening in my chest. The girl is crazy. Her nail polish is chipped, her laughter too loud, and her scent...sweet, unruly curls into my senses, refusing to be shaken off.

She keeps up the running commentary, alternating digs at my masculinity and the excessive whiteness of my teeth. I half-listen, adjusting my arm as if to give her more space, but she leans in against my body.

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Hailey. She is tucked under Josh’s arm.

Goddammit...me trying to throw Elise at Josh isn’t working.

I meant to humiliate Rebecca, to make her squirm and regret the dare. Instead, she’s turned it into a campaign of delight. Her leg presses insistently into my thigh, her elbow jabs unapologetically into my ribs as she gestures dramatically and critiques the party snacks. Her body is heat and motion, unwittingly or maybe all too knowingly provoking a response I don’t want to admit.

I press my palm to the concrete lip of the hot tub, grounding myself in the sting of heat, the condensation on my glass, anything but the fact that beneath the surface, my pulse is racing way too fast for someone who prides himself on control.

"Hey," Rebecca says suddenly, voice pitched low enough that only I can hear, "you are not even listening, are you?"

I arch an eyebrow. "Are you saying anything worth listening to?"

A lesser woman might recoil. Rebecca just smirks. "Pretty sure you’re just distracted by my boobs," she whispers. "And my ass."

My mouth twitches. "Am I? Or are you just an emty vain vessel?"

She laughs, flipping her hair back. The motion brushes her breasts lightly against my forearm. Calculated. Effective.

"Oof! What an insult! But you are so predictable," she murmurs, leaning even closer. The halter of her bikini dangles just enough to reveal the edge of a tiny tattoo—a jagged, angry heart.

"I’m not into you, so your ass pressing against me doesn’t do anything," I say, though my voice comes out rougher than I intend. fгeewebnovёl.com

"Oh, really? Then why is your dick so hard right now? I can feel it almost poking a hole against my skin," she whispers.

Jesus Christ...

"Doesn’t mean anything," I croak out.

She nips my shoulder, the motion both bold and mocking. "You are cute when you lie, Marcus."

I shift, trying to create space between her and my hardening cock, and catch Hailey’s gaze flick over, pinpoint and analytic. Even from a distance, I see the way the corner of her mouth lifts. She knows. Everyone knows. Even Josh, who at this instant seems positively giddy with the reversal.

Rebecca turns in my lap and drops her head to my ear. "You wanna see if I can make you come in front of them?"

The possibility—her mouth hot against my skin, the slippery heat of her thighs bracing around mine paints an image so vivid I almost jerk her against me right there. I hold my composure, but my fingernails dig crescents into the concrete.

"You’re insane," I murmur.

"I know," she says. "But it’s fun."

"You know I can kick you off my lap any time," I remind her.

She shrugs, the faintest roll of her shoulders tickling my chin. "But if you do, everyone will know you lost."

She’s right. More than that, I think she just likes the fight. She’s not Hailey, not in the ways that matter, but the energy catches me off guard. I like her. Not long-term. Not even tomorrow. But right now.

"Three more minutes," I say through clenched teeth, "then you’re done."

She sighs dramatically. "Too bad."

She leans back, exposing her neck, and I find my gaze drawn to the pulse there. Against my better judgment, I trace it with my thumb. She shudders.

"Whose turn is it again?" Hailey asks.

Rebecca hums as if nothing scandalous just passed between us, but I can still feel the echo of her whisper burning a hole in my skull. My hand drops from her throat like I’ve been caught. Maybe I have.

"Josh’s," I say hoarsely, hoping no one notices the strain in my voice.

Josh shrugs. "It’s getting late. I think I am going to call it a night." He looks at Hailey. "What do you think?"

Hailey leans into Josh with a soft, knowing smile. "Yeah," she murmurs. "Let’s get out of here."

They start to climb out. Josh doesn’t say another word to me, but he doesn’t need to. The smirk tugging at his mouth, the way he wraps a towel around Hailey’s shoulders like she’s precious cargo, that’s the message.

I’m not the one in control anymore.

Hailey looks at Rebecca. "Are you coming, Becca?"

Rebecca shifts on my lap, causing my hard cock to rub against that plump ass again.

I curse inwardly.

"I think I will stay a bit. Don’t worry about me. I can get a cab to my hotel," Rebecca says.

Hailey smirks. "Alright," she says.

Josh’s hand settles at the small of her back as they disappear into the house.

Elise starts to stand up.

"Don’t tell me you are leaving too," I say, unable to hide the desperation in my voice.

Elise pauses mid-motion, her eyes flicking to mine.

"I’ve got an early flight to catch," she says. "Cio darling."

Rebecca shifts again, intentionally or not, and I clench my jaw to keep from reacting.

"Ciao," I mutter.

The door slides shut behind Elise with a quiet finality. And now it’s just me, Rebecca, and the silence, thick with tension.

Ding Ding!

"Five minutes, time’s up. I guess I better go." She makes a move to rise, pressing her palms to the hard ceramic edge and shifting her hips off my lap.

My hand clamps her thigh instantly, fingers digging in over wet skin, not too hard, but nothing like a gentleman’s protest. She doesn’t flinch. She just twists, hair dark and dripping over one shoulder, eyes wide with a mock innocence that only makes things worse.

"Where do you think you are going?" My voice is low and husky. I pull her back with a brutal sort of grace, not letting go until she’s flush again against my chest. "You played your dare. Now play the punishment."

Rebecca leans in, her face bare inches from mine and whispers, "You want to punish me, Marcus? I haven’t done anything wrong."

My free hand is fast, sliding up her back. I palm her nape hard, almost rough and draw her head back, exposing the line of her throat to the night sky.

She laughs throatily. I press my mouth on her wet skin. She tastes of champagne and salt, skin hot even in the cooling air.

She moans softly, the sound vibrating against my lips. My hand should let go, should push her off my lap and walk away, but instead, it circles her waist, dragging her impossibly closer.

I hear the faint echo of party sounds inside, but outside on the patio it is only the burble of the spa and the rasp of our breathing. She shifts again, throwing one thigh over both of mine.

"You taste like trouble," I murmur into the hollow beneath her ear.

"And you taste like regret," she fires back, her laughter low and triumphant.

I pull her hair tighter and she gasps, baring her neck, letting the moment drag out, pushing for more. She grinds her ass back against me, slow and deliberate, until I’m so hard it hurts.

"You talk too much," I snarl.

"Then make me shut up," she shoots back.

I am not a gentle man, not when I’m like this, and she must sense it. I crush my mouth to hers, teeth finding the bow of her lip, and she opens with a reckless hunger. It’s a fight disguised as a kiss, tongues and teeth and heat. I hear a sound. It sounds like a growl and it takes me a second to realize it’s my own.

Rebecca’s hands are everywhere, braced against my shoulders, then curling behind my neck, then tracing my jaw with her wet, shaking fingers. The chemistry is unexpected and volatile; her curves soft in my grip, the pulse at her wrist battering against my thumb.

"So much for not being attracted to me, huh?" she whispers.

Instead of answering, I kiss her again, harder, pouring all my frustration with the night. The failed gambits, the loss of control into that singular point of contact. Her laugh gets swallowed into my mouth, turning wild, breathless.

My hand slides over her hip, under the water, barely above the fabric line of her bikini bottom. I shudder when she bites my lower lip, just sharp enough to sting.

"You want me to fuck you right here?" I ask.

"Yes," she breathes.

My hand slips all the way beneath the water and tugs at the knot on her bikini. The string gives easily. Rebecca arches her back, both invitation and dare, her laughter dissolving into a low moan when my hand finds her bare ass.

"You’re really going to do this," she whispers.

"Do you want me to stop?" I say, my voice strangled.

She shakes her head just once and bites her lip.

I am not waiting for another invitation. I grip her hips, guiding her so she straddles me more fully. The wet heat of her core glides over my cock, only separated now by the thin barrier of my own swimsuit.

Her hand finds me beneath the waterline, nimble and ruthless, freeing me in one swift motion. She slides her wet bikini bottom aside, positions herself, and then slowly, excruciatingly sinks down onto me.

We gasp together. The heat, the friction, the audacity. Every inch of her shudders as she takes me, and I see her eyes widen with the same perfect, wild focus as I’m feeling.

For a moment, we don’t move. The only sound is the bubbling jets, the distant party, and the ragged rhythm of our breaths.

Then Rebecca moves. Her hips roll with an instinctive, filthy grace, and the movement nearly undoes me on the spot. She clutches my shoulders and rides me. She is unafraid. Noisy and greedy, she takes what she wants.

I guess she is just like me in a way.

"You’re... such... a fucking menace," I grunt, holding on to the edge just to keep from exploding.

She throws her head back and laughs. "Don’t pretend you don’t love it."

Her nails rake my chest, leaving scrapes that sting through the chlorine. Every time she grinds down, I see stars. She clamps her inner muscles tight and grins when I moan, knowing she’s got me right where she wants me.

Inside, the party’s moved on. Voices and music blend into a muted background, but out here, we are invisible. Or reckless enough not to care.

Rebecca leans in, her lips by my ear. "Come for me, Marcus."

I can’t hold back. I brace her ass, thrust up, once, twice, and then I break...filling her, clutching her so hard I know I’ll leave marks. She bites down on my shoulder to muffle her own scream as she comes, her body trembling around me, convulsing with pleasure.