The car was still humming with the aftermath, windows fogged just enough to blur the outside world into soft golden smears from the mansion lights. Jenaya's thighs were sticky, her dress hiked up around her hips, heart still jackhammering from the way Reese's fingers had wrecked her only minutes ago. She was trying and failing to catch her breath, when sharp heels clicked across the gravel driveway.
The passenger door yanked open before either of them could react.
Amara stood there, chest heaving, ivory dress glowing under the porch lights like she was some vengeful bride from a horror movie. Her mascara was smudged just enough to look intentional.
"You two leaving already?" she snapped, voice high and brittle. "What, chickening out? Can't handle a whole weekend of pretending you actually like each other?"
Reese's hand was still resting high on Jenaya's thigh. He didn't move it. "We're not pretending anything, Amara. We're just done with your little circus."
Amara laughed. "Oh please. The guest house has a suite ready. King bed. Jacuzzi. The works. I had it prepared specially. For old times' sake." Her eyes flicked to Jenaya, venom dripping. "Thought maybe your new little girlfriend could use a reminder of what she's really getting into. Or maybe you're both too scared to spend the night under the same roof as real couples."
Jenaya's stomach twisted. She wanted to tell Amara to go fuck herself with that giant rock on her finger, but the tequila was still swimming in her bloodstream, making everything feel slow and syrupy.
Reese's thumb stroked once possessively along the inside of her thigh. "We'll take the room," he said evenly. "Wouldn't want to disappoint the hostess."
Amara's smile was all teeth. "Good boy. Key's at the front desk. Don't be late for breakfast tomorrow. Wouldn't want anyone thinking you ran away."
She slammed the door and stalked back toward the house, hips swinging like she'd won something.
Jenaya exhaled through her nose. "I hate her."
Reese started the engine. "Yeah. Me too."
The drive to the attached hotel was silent except for the low thump of whatever playlist he'd thrown on—something dark and bass-heavy that matched the pulse still fluttering between Jenaya's legs. She kept her knees pressed together, hyper-aware of how soaked she still was, how every bump in the road made her clit throb in protest.
They checked in without speaking. The concierge handed over the keycard with a knowing smile that made Jenaya want to disappear into the marble floor.
The suite door clicked shut behind them.
Jenaya walked straight to the floor-to-ceiling windows, pretending to admire the view of the sprawling grounds lit up like a fairy tale. Anything to avoid looking at him. At the bed. At the way his shirt was still untucked from her hands, fisting it earlier.
Reese leaned against the door, arms crossed, watching her like a predator who already knew he'd won.
"When's the last time you came that hard, Jenaya?" His voice was velvet over gravel. "Before tonight, I mean. Be honest."
Heat flooded her face so fast she felt dizzy. She spun around, arms crossed tight over her chest like that could hide the blush burning down her neck. "None of your business, pervert."
He pushed off the door, slow steps closing the distance. "Come on. You were shaking in my passenger seat like you'd never been touched before. Had to be a while."
"Shut up." She backed up until her calves hit the edge of the chaise lounge. "You're so full of yourself."
"Am I wrong?" He stopped inches away, towering, heat rolling off him in waves. His eyes dropped to her mouth, then lower, lingering on where the dress clung to her still-damp thighs. "Tell me. When's the last time someone made you soak through your seat like that?"
Jenaya swallowed hard. "You're disgusting."
"And you're blushing so pretty right now." He reached out, brushed a knuckle along her cheekbone. "Take off the dress."
Her breath hitched. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me." His voice dropped lower, rougher. "Take. It. Off."
She stared at him, heart in her throat. "You're such a pervert."
He didn't deny it.
Jenaya's hands shook as she reached for the thin straps. "I hate you."
"No you don't." He watched every inch of skin revealed as the silk slid down her body, pooling at her feet like spilled wine. She stood there in nothing but the red heels and the flush covering her from collarbone to thighs. No bra. No panties. Just her, bare nipples tight from the cool air and the way he was looking at her like she was dessert.
"Fuck," he breathed. "Look at you."
She crossed her arms over her breasts instinctively. "Stop staring."
"Can't." He stepped closer, fingers grazing her hip. "We're going downstairs. Take a robe."
She blinked. "What?"
"The pool. The secret one. Underground. No one uses it after ten."
"How do you even know that?" The question came out sharper than she meant.
Reese's jaw tightened for half a second. "Because I've fucked Amara here more times than I can count. She picked this hotel on purpose. She thinks it'll get under my skin."
Jenaya's stomach dropped. "That's… messed up."
"Yeah." He shrugged like it didn't matter. "But we're here now. And I'm not thinking about her. I'm thinking about getting you in that water."
She hesitated. Then because the tequila was still buzzing and her body was still humming from his fingers, she lifted her chin. "Fine. But if you try anything weird"
"You'll knee me in the balls. I remember." He smirked. "Grab a robe. Let's go."
The underground pool was accessed through a discreet door behind the spa, down a softly lit staircase that smelled like chlorine and eucalyptus. The water glowed electric blue under recessed lights, steam curling off the surface. Music from the main party thumped faintly through the walls—deep bass vibrating the tiles.
They were alone.
Reese shed his shirt without ceremony, muscles shifting under golden skin as he kicked off his shoes. Jenaya's mouth went dry watching the way his abs flexed when he bent to drop his pants. Boxers next. Then nothing.
God. That cock again. Long, thick, already half-hard and curving up toward his stomach like it knew exactly where it wanted to be.
She clutched the robe tighter.
He slid into the water first, barely making a ripple. "Come on."
Jenaya dropped the robe. Stepped in. The water was perfect lapping at her skin like a thousand teasing mouths. She sank down until it reached her shoulders, trying to act like her heart wasn't trying to punch through her ribs.
Reese swam closer. "You're shaking."
"It's cold," she lied.
"Liar." His hands found her waist under the water, pulling her flush against him. She gasped when she felt him pressing insistently against her stomach. "Still wet from earlier?"
"Shut up."
He chuckled low in his throat. One hand slid down, cupped her ass, squeezed. The other slipped between her thighs, fingers brushing her folds. She jolted.
"Still dripping," he murmured against her ear. "This pussy doesn't lie, baby."
Jenaya bit her lip so hard she tasted copper. "You talk too much."
"Then make me stop."
She kissed him instead. His fingers pushed inside her immediately, two thick ones stretching her open under the water. She moaned into his mouth, hips rocking forward.
"Like that?" he rasped, pumping slowly. "You clench so fucking tight every time I curl them."
"Yes—fuck—Reese"
He backed her against the pool edge, lifted her up until her ass sat on the warm tile, legs spread wide. Water sluiced off her skin. The music throbbed louder now, bass vibrating through her bones.
Reese dropped to his knees in the shallow end, water lapping at his chest. He hooked her thighs over his shoulders, spread her open with his thumbs.
"Look at this pretty pussy," he growled. "Swollen. Pink. Begging for my tongue."Jenaya's head fell back. "Do it then. Stop teasing."
He didn't tease.
He buried his face between her thighs and devoured her.
Flat tongue dragging from her entrance to her clit in one long, slow lick. Then again. And again. Sucking her clit between his lips, flicking the tip of his tongue over it in tight little circles until her hips bucked off the edge.
"Oh fuck—Reese—right there"
He groaned against her, vibrations shooting straight through her core. One hand pinned her thigh wide, the other pushed two fingers back inside, curling hard against that spot while his mouth worked her clit relentlessly.
"You taste so fucking good," he mumbled between licks. "Sweet. Wet. All mine tonight."
Jenaya's hands fisted in his curls, yanking him closer. "Don't stop please don't you dare stop"
He sucked harder. Fingers pumping faster. The bass from upstairs pulsed in time with her heartbeat, with the way he was eating her like a man starved.
"Gonna come for me again?" he asked, voice muffled against her folds. "Gonna soak my face while that party's going on upstairs? Let them wonder why the guest of honor's girl is screaming down here?"
"Yes—yes—Reese—I'm"
He curled his fingers harder, sucked her clit deep, and she shattered.
Back arching off the tile, thighs clamping around his head, a broken sob tearing out of her throat as she came in hard, pulsing waves. He didn't stop and kept licking, kept fingering her through it until she was whimpering, oversensitive, pushing weakly at his head.
He finally pulled back, lips shiny, eyes dark and triumphant. Water dripped from his curls as he rose over her, caging her against the edge.
Jenaya panted, chest heaving. "You're… insane."