Something dark passes over her face, but she smiles to hide it. “You need sleep.”
“I need you. Are you going to deny me in my vulnerable state?”
“Vulnerable? You are never more powerful than when you’ve been in the water.”
“You see that?”
“Of course I do.”
“Of course you do,” I agree, standing up and holding my hand out to her. “Let me take you to bed, Waverly. We’ll do anything, or nothing. I just want to have you in my arms.”
“Yes,” she answers, placing her hand in mine.
I don’t know what she’s agreeing to, but having her in my bed is enough for me. We hold hands as we walk past the kitchen, and into my retreat. I stop inside the bedroom door, waiting for her to tell me what we’re doing.
“You promised to wash my hair,” she says, pushing the top of her outfit down.
She takes off the belt and then drops it all the way to the floor. She kept her bathing suit on under the shorts thing, and my mouth waters as I zero in on her zippers once again. If she wants a shower, she’s going to get one. Lord knows, I want to be in the water with her again. Alone this time.
“Yes, I did. You’ll have to make do with my shampoo, though.”
She shakes her head. “I brought mine in here while you were swimming.”
“Did you now? What else did you do in here?” I ask as I reach out and run my fingers over her bikini top, feeling her nipples harden beneath me. “Did you go through my drawers? My medicine cabinet?”
“No.”
I dip my fingers under the fabric, and run my fingers over her bare skin, skimming my way down to a nipple. “You did something though, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“What did you do, Wave?” I pull the molded cup down, and give her nipple a quick flick of my tongue.
“I-I laid down on the bed, and sniffed your pillow. I love the way you smell.”
I keep teasing both her nipples while my hands start to play with the zippers down below. “How do I smell?”
“Like chlorine, the beach, and the woods all rolled together.”
“It’s a mix of the pool, my shampoo, and my deodorant.”
“Sexy, and all you. Only you smell like that.”
Damn. “Is that all you did?”
“Yes. I promise. I wanted to wait for you to do anything else.”
“You saved your orgasms for me?” I suck lightly on her neck as I ask her the question.
“I did.”
“Good, because I want them all.”
“They’re yours. I’m yours, Make love to me, Knox.”
My hands still inside the open zippers on her bikini bottoms. “You’re sure?”
“I’m sure.”
I take her mouth as I think about how I want to do this. Taking her virginity isn’t something light, and easy. She deserves romance and candles. Maybe rose petals. I don’t have rose petals, but I have candles in the spa room.
“I’ll be back,” I say, pulling back from her.
“What?”
“I need to get something.”
“Condoms?”
“No. I have those. I need to get some candles.”
She smiles at me, and cups my cheeks with her hands. “I don’t need candles.”
“You deserve to be romanced, not ravaged,” I tell her, looking down to where I’ve pulled her bathing suit cups down and unzipped her bottoms. She looks so fucking sexy, but what I’ve done to her so far wouldn’t be considered romantic by any stretch of the imagination.
“Why don’t we just find somewhere in the middle? Wash my hair for me, and then take me to your bed.”
I reach behind her and undo the clasp on her top before pulling the straps down, and letting it drop to the floor. Her bottoms come next, and then mine. Once we’re both gloriously naked, I take her hand and lead her to my shower. When the water is the right temperature, I pull her inside the big open space with me, and kiss her again and again, until I give in to the urge I have to look at her.
With one wall of glass, two of stone, and open to my private pool on the other side, this shower has always been cool. With Waverly naked inside of it, it’s become amazing. I just watch the water sliding over her curves as she stands here waiting for me. I know I need to do something, but right now, I just want to look.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“So are you,” she says, reaching out to run her hands over my chest and abs.
I kiss her once more, because I feel like my life depends on it at the moment, placing my hands on her hips to pull her close to me. She threads her hands into my hair and kisses me back, licking into my mouth as she moans. I leave my hands where they are until we finally break apart to breathe.
“Turn around so I can take care of you.”
I reach for her shampoo as she turns, pouring a liberal amount into my hand. Massaging it into her scalp first, and then down into her thick curls, I groan as my hands get caught. I love her hair, and although I run my hands through it often, this is something else. Sexy and sweet at the same time. She told me only Kendrick has taken care of her before, but I want her to know I’m up for the job as well.
Once I wash and rinse her hair, I soap up her body. The sight of my hands moving over her, and leaving her soapy is enough to make me almost shoot off like a teenage boy. I manage to hold onto my control as I let the water take away the soap, and then I drop to my knees in front of her.
“Knox,” she sighs as I run a finger through her little strip of red curls, and over her clit.
I have to get her ready, as ready as I possibly can before I enter her body. It’s going to hurt her no matter what I do, but I can at least give her a few orgasms now. If she has one with me inside her this first time, I’ll be pleasantly surprised, but I’m really not expecting it.
I lick her until she comes, watching her as she struggles not to scream since we’re essentially outside, and then take her over again with both my mouth and fingers a second time. She pulls me up, and kisses me. Shutting off the shower, I sweep her into my arms and walk her to my bed.
After I’m suited up, I go down on her once more, twisting three fingers into her this time. After she comes again, I slide up and position myself at her entrance. “This is going to hurt.”
“I know, but I want it. I want to feel you inside of me.”
Leaning on one hand, I use my other to guide myself inside of her, slowly. She’s so damn tight, and I feel her stiffen as my first few inches sink into her. “Wave.”
“Don’t stop,” she pleads, pain in her voice, but also resolve.
I slowly push the rest of the way in, closing my eyes because I know she’s in pain, and I don’t want to see it. Once I’m fully seated, I stop and savor the feel of her. Tight, hot, and wet all around me. I fight the urge to move, giving her a few moments to get used to me.
“Are you okay?”
“It hurts, but I’ve been hurt worse. You can move.”
I open my eyes, and look at her. Her eyes look strained, and she tries to smile, but it isn’t working. “Thank you. This is the best gift I’ve ever been given. Better than my first swim lessons, even.”
That gets me the smile I was hoping for, and she leans up to kiss me. “I’m getting used to you, so please do what you want.”
What I want is to pound her into this bed so hard it breaks, but I move slowly instead. As she loosens up, I go a little faster. Tonight, I won’t be embarrassed by finishing fast, because there’s no waiting for her. It’s not like that this time, but it will be the next time I’m inside of her. That thought spurs me into one of the strongest orgasms I’ve ever felt in my life.
“Fuck. Being inside of you…fuck.”
“It was nice once the pain went away.”
“I’ll take ‘nice’ this time, but next time it’s going to be much better. I promise.”
“I believe you.”
“Let me get rid of this condom, and make u
s a bath. I don’t have an ocean view, but my tub is nice.”
“Always taking care of me.”
“Always,” I agree.
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I’m sore, and even though I expected it, it doesn’t make it any less uncomfortable. Knox soaked in the bubble bath with me last night, and then he kissed and licked between my legs for over an hour last night. He only used his mouth and not his fingers, taking care of me like he’s been doing. I could get used to it if I thought there was a chance for us.
“I’m going to get dressed and grab some food,” I tell him, standing at the wall leading into his open bathroom to watch him as he shaves. I love how his stubble feels when he rubs his face all over me, but I know he needs to be clean shaven in the pool.
“You’re okay?”
“Better than okay.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
He nods. “I’ll see you downstairs.”
I have to pass the kitchen on my way to the stairs, and I smile at Martha as I walk through. “Good morning.”
“You slept with him,” she says, unexpected venom in her voice.
I know she’s worked for Knox’s family for many years, so she must have seen many women leave his bedroom. She’s always been nice to me, so I’m not sure where this is coming from. Especially since we’ve been actually sleeping together for a few nights now.
“I’m not going to discuss this with you.”
“I thought you’d be different, but you’re just like all the other ones.”
“Excuse me?”
“He’ll tire of you, and then it will make it hard to do your job, won’t it? You do remember you’re here to do a job.” She knows my real job, because like I said, she’s very close to his family. I don’t like it, but it wasn’t my choice.
“As I said, I’m not going to talk to you about Knox. Unless, of course, you have information that could help me with the job I’m here to do.”
“I know nothing more than I’ve already told everyone.”
“Good enough. Those omelets look great. I’ll be back down for mine in a few minutes,” I say, nodding to the egg white, spinach, and chicken breakfasts sitting on plates on the breakfast bar.
She looks me in the eye as she pushes one off the side, where it crashes onto the floor. “Oops. I guess you’ll have to skip a meal. Won’t hurt you.”
Are you fucking kidding me? I rein in my temper as I take in the tall, thin middle-aged blonde woman who has chosen to square off with me. “If I were to starve myself, I would be unhealthy. Not that it’s any of your business, but I happen to be in perfect health, and I plan to keep it that way.”
“If you were my daughter, you’d do what it took to look good.”
“She looks great,” Cohen says from the stairs. “I suggest you clean up the mess and make her another omelet before Knox sees what you’ve done. Or better yet, hears the shit you’re saying to his woman.”
I’ve always taken care of myself, except when Ken has been helping me. I’ve told myself to never expect or depend on another man for help. Yet, here I am, with several sticking up for me in the past few days. I don’t really know how to react to this, so I just hug Cohen on my way up the stairs. He hugs me back, and then turns to glare at Martha once again.
“I didn’t mean to cause trouble,” I whisper to him.
“You aren’t the cause of this. She’ll fall into line. Knox won’t have it any other way, and she knows it.”
“Thank you.”
“Anytime, Wave.”
I go upstairs, replaying the conversation I just had over and over in my mind. Isa and I looked into Martha while I was learning about her research techniques, but didn’t come up with anything. Maybe it’s time to go Ainsley’s route, and hack. I actually love to hack. Unlike straight research, hacking requires me to be constantly moving and evading. I’m much more adept at that than simply poring over data, looking for some nugget of information. Which is why it’s a good thing I got paired with Isa in the Society, because research is an important part of the organization. I need to master it in order to become a full member, because despite all my other skills, it’s all or nothing with them. Which in the grand scheme of things makes total sense; I wouldn’t want to know there were people with the kind of power they have out there running amok without being properly trained.
I put my thoughts aside as I shower and dress in a one-shouldered black jumpsuit that ends at my calves. It’s fashionable, as well as functional, and I feel comfortable, which is always a plus. I dry my curls and pull them into a side ponytail over my bare shoulder, throw on some black wedges, and make my way back to the kitchen, not knowing what to expect.
I find Knox and Cohen laughing about something while they eat. The space between them is empty, and a fresh omelet waiting for me, along with a glass of orange juice. I smile at Martha, kiss Knox, and take my seat.
“I watched her the whole time,” Cohen whispers in my ear, and I turn to kiss his cheek.
“Something I should know about?” Knox asks as I take a bite.
“Cohen’s just looking out for me.”
“Is there a reason he needed to?”
“Yes, but it’s not important.”
He looks at me, and realizing he’s not getting anything else out of me, leans over to kiss me once again. “Cool. Thanks for looking out for her, Coh.”
“No problem. She’s easy to look at—I mean out for.”
My eyes go wide as he dodges the fork Knox throws at him with a laugh. “Look all you want, but don’t even think about touching.”
“She’d probably punch me before you did if I tried to touch.”
“I would,” I agree.
“Glad that’s settled,” Knox says, grabbing my fork from my hand to eat another bite of his omelet.
“Here you go, Knox,” Martha says, holding a fork out to him.
“No thanks. I’ll just share with Wave.”
He gives me that boyish smile of his. The one that makes girls and women all over the world swoon. I might sway a little on my stool as he feeds me a bite of an omelet, but who can blame me? I don’t know if the omelet’s mine or his, but who cares?
Knox
My workout is going well, but the vibe around me is off somehow. I block it out, but when I get out of the pool later to find my coaches in a standoff with Waverly and Cohen, I lose my shit.
“I don’t know what’s going on, but back the hell off her!”
“You don’t even know what we’re talking about,” one of the assholes says.
“Talking? You all look like you’re about to throw down.”
“They had some questions about my swim research. Nothing I can’t handle,” Waverly tells me through clenched teeth.
“We just want a report.”
“So ask me. Don’t act like I’m not doing my job.”
“Oh, I know you’re doing a job, just maybe not the one you were hired for.”
I don’t even realize I’ve punched him until his head snaps back, and I feel the pain in my hand. “You’re fired, asshole. Get out before I do more than just hit you.”
“I’ll ruin you, kid.”
“Go ahead and try.”
He stares at me, and then storms out. He can say whatever he wants about me, and maybe I’ll get some bad press from it, but we both know it won’t hurt my career. I may have to smooth things out with a sponsor or two, but standing up for my girlfriend will probably earn me more money rather than less.
“Does anyone else want to leave?” Coh asks, looking around at the small group of coaches, and then further out to the rest of my team.
They all grumble a little, but shake their heads. “Let’s move into one of the conference rooms so I can give my report,” Waverly tells them.
“You don’t have to,” I tell her.
“It’s my job, and I’m well-prepared to share what I’ve found so far.”
Fifteen minutes later, I�
�m grinning like the Cheshire cat, and the men are all shaking Waverly’s hand and apologizing. She nailed it, telling us every strength and weakness my opponents have. She also pointed out what I could be doing better, not mincing words to spare my feelings. She tells it like it is, and that’s one of the things I love about her.
“Time to hit the weight room, Knox,” Coh reminds me when we walk out.
“I’ll see you up above me, Wave,” I tell her, kissing her hard before I reluctantly leave her side.
“Focus on your workout. You can see me later,” she tells me, smacking my ass.
“Damn. Are you sure I can’t touch?” Cohen asks. I know he’s joking, and so does she. It doesn’t stop her from flipping him off as she swings her hips while she walks into the women’s locker room.
I’m doing leg presses when I catch my first glimpse of her on the track running around the second level of the building. She’s warming up, pacing herself with a light jog. I know she’ll be running like she’s winning a marathon by the time my two hours of weight training are over. When Waverly’s running, it’s one of the only times I see her truly relax. She looks happy and free. I want to make her look that way all the time.
The whole team goes to lunch at one of the places we’ve been frequenting, and Waverly sits at another table with some of the trainers. It bothers me, but I know why she’s doing it. They questioned her job, and while she proved herself, it still shook her. She doesn’t want it to look like she’s shirking her responsibilities because we’re together, even if the job is fake. She has a part to play, and just like my training, she can’t let what’s going on with us affect that. I respect it, but it sucks to be sitting away from her when all I want to do is touch and kiss her.
She must sense me watching her, because she turns and gives me a smile. I blow her a kiss, and wink at her as she blushes. Yeah, she may be acting professional now, but we both know all the personal things I’m going to do to her—and with her—once we get home. I hope she’s ready for me.
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