He flicks some water into my face. “Stop thinking everything you do is wrong, Evelyn. Fuck. No wonder you have panic attacks. You’re so hard on yourself. Just let yourself have fun and stop thinking it’s wrong.”
“It is wrong, Storm.”
“Evelyn, if you want to do these things, and you enjoy it, maybe that should tell you something, ya know?”
“Really? What should it tell me, Storm? That I should just do all sorts of things I want to do, just to have fun, regardless of the consequences or who I hurt?”
“No, I don’t think you should hurt anyone. But if doing things that make you happy hurts someone else, then maybe you shouldn’t be with them. Right? It’s your life. You gotta make yourself happy.”
“I don’t want to talk about this. I just want to relax in here, okay? Isn’t that why we’re in here? To relax?”
“Yes. And to be warm after freezing our asses off for two days.”
Being outside in the dark, with just the dim glow of the Christmas lights and the stars above is simply beautiful. Off in the distance, I can see the light of another home, but it’s pretty far. I can see why Storm likes it here. It’s so peaceful. No traffic, no houses on top of each other, no nosey neighbors. I’ve always wanted to live in a place like this, far away from people and surrounded by nature. If I lived in a place like this, on a huge piece of property in the woods, I’d have a few dogs, and some chickens, maybe even a miniature goat or pony.
I feel guilty sitting in a hot tub while Michael is home alone worrying about me. I hope John called him and told him I was okay. I have no idea what he told him or how he explained the situation, but I hope he didn’t spin it like I was spending the night with some random stranger enjoying myself.
Aren’t I, though?
“Evelyn, I can see the little crazy hamster in your head spinning in circles. Stop worrying.”
I splash water into his face. “Stop analyzing me.”
“You’re going to regret that.” His wicked smirk is back. Within seconds, he is across the tub and is right in front of me. “Turn around,” he says.
“What? Why?”
He puts his hands on my shoulders and turns me around, positioning me right in front of one of the jets. And when I say right in front of one of the jets, I mean its jetting right between my legs. Yes. There.
“Storm—” I try to back away, but his chest is right up against my back and I can’t move.
“Shh...” he whispers against my ear. His hands slide down my arms, all the way to my hands, splaying my arms out and pressing my hands against the rim of the tub, holding me there. The pulsing water against my clit is amazing. As much as I want to get away from it, it feels so good I just can’t. My body wants to stay right where it is.
“Shut your mind off and just let go,” he whispers.
I lean back against him, my back flush against his chest, and my head on his shoulder, and the erotic pulse of the water takes me into a euphoric trance. Once again, I can feel his hard cock pressing against my ass. Only this time with just a thin, wet material between us, the feeling is amplified. It’s almost flesh on flesh. He doesn’t move or touch me at all as I writhe against the water. He just holds my hands against the edge of the tub so I can’t move away. Being held there by him, trapped by his body is only arousing me even more. I could turn around right now, wrap my legs around that muscled body of his, and feel him slide into me. Never have I been more turned on or in such a frenzy to have an orgasm. I feel like every part of my body is aching to be touched, to be filled. My entire body begins to tremble and thrash as multiple orgasms quake through me, finally leaving me limp as a ragdoll. He releases my hands and slowly turns me around.
“Feel better?” he asks his voice husky and low.