by Kate Hunt
I want to kiss her again. I want to pin her up against the wall and tear her swimsuit off and ravish her. But I steady myself. I need to be absolutely sure. “Your reasons being?”
She shrugs. “That we have a past. That it’s an old wound. That it will distract me from winning. But the thing is, I’m distracted by you anyway. And about us having a past…it was a good past. I hated that it had to end.”
“I hated that it had to end, too.”
Whitney and I just look at each other, breathing. The longing in her eyes is so intense that I want to take her here and now, just say fuck it and risk us being interrupted by someone else—even a cameraman.
The things I want to do to her, though…no. We need to go somewhere else.
“Aren’t you going to kiss me, Leo?” Whitney whispers.
“Not here,” I grunt. “Because once I start, I won’t be able to control myself.”
“Take me somewhere else, then,” she says, threading her fingers through mine.
We break into a one-on-one suite. They haven’t even been introduced on the show yet—but my sister-in-law told me about them, and it doesn’t take a locksmith to fuck with the lock and get in.
“Whoa,” says Whitney, her eyes widening when we step inside. “They didn’t have these on previous seasons.”
“They’re brand new,” I say, kissing her neck. “They’re going to be introduced in week eight.”
“Um…how do you know that?”
Oh, right. Shit. I still haven’t told her about my connection to the show.
I keep kissing her neck. “My sister-in-law is on the production team. She’s the one who talked me into coming onto the show.”
“Oh.” Whitney laughs. “Okay. Anything else you want to tell me?”
I stop kissing her neck.
“What, Leo?”
Fuck. I can’t not tell her now.
I pull back from her. I blow air out from my cheeks.
“I can’t win the show,” I say.
“What?” She frowns. “Why not?”
“Because of the connection to my sister-in-law.”
“Oh. I see.”
“Shit. I’m really sorry for not telling you sooner, Whit. I just figured that if we made it all the way to the end, I could talk to my sister-in-law and see if we could find a way around it. Now that I say that out loud, though…I realize how stupid it sounds. I just…I didn’t want to lose you. I’m sorry.”
She nods slowly.
“Are you pissed at me?” I ask.
“I probably should be,” she says. “But…if I’m being honest? The only thing I care about right now is you and me getting in that bed.”
I bend down and pull her face to mine. Her lips part quickly when I slide my tongue between them. She lets out a sigh into my mouth as I lick my tongue against hers.
I’m so hard already that I’m about to burst through my swim trunks.
I pull her body close to mine. The the sensation of our half-naked bodies pressed together is like fucking fireworks. Whitney moans again into my mouth and presses her stomach harder against the bulge of my cock.
I slide my hands over her shoulders and down her back until I reach the knotted strings of her bikini top. It’s double-knotted, but it takes me mere seconds to undo those tight little knots. Then I undo the bow that the strings are pulled into behind her neck and let the bikini top fall to the floor.
She immediately presses her bare tits against me, her hard nipples rubbing needfully against my skin. I slide my hands down, hook my thumbs around the sides of her bikini bottoms, and pull them down the curves of her hips. As soon as her bikini bottoms drop to the floor, she steps out of them and kicks them aside.
“Your turn,” Whitney murmurs, breaking from our kiss to reach down and loosen the drawstring on my swim trunks. As I watch her fiddle with the knot, I marvel at how gorgeous her body is. Every curve my eyes land on turns me on more. Her breasts are perky and creamy, her hips sexy and thick, and there’s a trim little thatch of hair where her legs meet.
I can hardly wait to spread those legs open and see how gorgeous the rest of her is.
When Whitney gets my trunks off, my freed cock springs up, and I swear, I’m harder than I’ve ever been. She draws in a breath as she lays eyes on me. Back during our senior year, she and I did touch each other—but it was always under bed covers or the cloak of evening, never in broad daylight like this. And we never went further than just touching.
Believe me, I offered to go down on her back when we were eighteen. But she was a late bloomer and was uncomfortable with the very idea of me putting my tongue down there. I didn’t even bring up the topic of blow jobs.
Now, though, Whitney is already dropping to her knees.
I groan as she slides the tip of my cock between her plump lips. The inside of her mouth is so fucking warm. She takes me inch by inch into her mouth, drawing me further and further into ecstasy.
“Fuck, Whitney,” I say. I thread my fingers through her hair and watch with quivering vision as she bobs her head. My cock throbs and I plant my feet firmly on the floor. When she looks up at me and holds my gaze as she keeps blowing me, she sends me soaring to the edge.
“I’m close,” I choke out.
She keeps holding my gaze. She bobs her head even deeper.
“Whit—”
She sucks harder and I fucking lose it. I erupt into her mouth, spurting hot come over her tongue. She moans and keeps me in her mouth as I finish. Then, slowly drawing my cock out of her mouth, she swallows, grins, and then licks the remaining drops off my head. I’m still hard, still full of need.
“Get on the bed,” I command.
Chapter Seven
Whitney
Leo doesn’t have to tell me twice. I move over to the huge bed, which is made up in luxurious linens, and sit down on the silky sheets. I start to scoot into the middle of the bed, but Leo grabs my ankles and pulls me back to the edge.
“No,” he says. “Stay right here.”
The grip of his hands on my ankles turns me on even more. I submit to him, letting him do whatever he wants.
He kneels down before me on the floor. He pushes my legs wide open.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he says.
I lean forward to kiss him. He lets me have one kiss before dipping his head and clamping his mouth around my nipple. I arch my back and let out a moan. But it’s a gasp that escapes my lips as he slides two fingers into me, pumping them slow and deep.
“Oh, God,” I moan. “Leo.”
He pulls his fingers out of me and drops his mouth down between my legs. When his tongue enters me, I gasp again, louder this time. Then he pulls out his tongue and drags it up over my clit and a noise comes out of my mouth that I don’t even recognize.
Leo slides his hands beneath me, grips my ass cheeks, and pulls me further off the bed. I’m hanging off the edge now, but he’s holding on to me like I’m weightless, his face buried between my legs. It feels so incredible that I can’t stop moaning his name. He dips his tongue into me again, then pulls out and laps at my swollen clit, then dips his tongue back inside of me.
“I’m going to come,” I gasp. My hips are shaking. My breath is ragged. My whole body is vibrating with intense pleasure. “Oh, God. Oh, God! Leo!”
The wave hits, and I scream out, convulsing against Leo’s mouth.
I melt into the bed as I come down the other side, moaning and catching my breath. My ass is still hanging off the edge of the bed, Leo holding up the weight of my lower half. When I finally catch my breath, I look down at him and feel a tingle again between my legs.
“Fuck me,” I whisper. “Please, Leo. Please.”
“Fuck you or make love to you?”
“Fuck me. And don’t use anything. I need to feel you raw inside of me. I’m on the pill.”
Hot desire fills his eyes. Then he flips me over, sets my knees down on the edge of the mattress, and pulls my ass up into the air. I can fee
l how dripping wet I am, and when he pushes the engorged head of his cock against me, there’s not even a hint of resistance at all—his rock-hard cock slides right into me, filling me up to the hilt.
“Oh,” I moan, pushing my mouth into the bedsheet. “Oh my God.”
Leo grips my ass cheeks, draws out of me, then thrusts in again. Hard. The slap of our bodies is erotic and hot.
“You good, Whit?” Leo grunts out.
“Uh huh,” I say. “Oh, God. So good.”
He pulls out and slams into me again. And then again. And again. When he picks up the pace, I mute my moaning with the bedsheets and dig my fingers into the silky fabric. I’ve never felt like this before. Never.
Leo grips my ass harder and pumps into me faster. Our heavy, barely-controlled breathing fills the room. Another orgasm builds between my legs, fast and intense, and before I even have time to tell him, I’m screaming out into the sheets.
When I come, it triggers an orgasm for Leo, too. He shudders against my body, cursing as he explodes inside of me.
Afterward, we rock against each other, him still in me, the both of us catching our breath. When he finally slides out of me, I immediately want him inside of me again. I want to be with him over and over. I want everything. I never want this to end.
I lay down on the bed, flipping around to my back, and look at the gorgeous, incredible, hot-as-fuck man standing between my legs. He grins at me, then lowers himself on top of me and kisses my lips.
“Remember in high school when you wouldn’t even let me go down on you?” he says.
I laugh. “To be fair, Leo, I don’t think you would have been that good at age eighteen.”
“Guess we’ll never know.”
I feel his cock harden against my thigh and look at him in disbelief. “Are you seriously hard again?”
He smiles at me sheepishly. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“No,” I insist. “Not at all. I’m just impressed.”
I kiss him. He kisses me back. I spread my legs, and he shifts his hips and pushes his cock into me—slowly this time, though. We keep our eyes on each other as he rolls his hips against me, entering me deeply and slowly and so deliciously good.
Leo and I are absolutely, completely, undeniably meant to be together.
Leo thrusts into me a little faster, but still controlled, still sexy and slow. Every time he enters me, I become less and less able to deny my true feelings for him. I’ve never stopped loving him. I’ve always wished we could have stayed together.
I see something change in Leo’s eyes, too.
“I love you, Whitney,” he says.
I start crying. I can’t help it. “I love you, too.”
Our lips meet, and he thrusts deeper into me, faster, bringing us both to an incredible place. We come together, kissing breathlessly as he spills into me again.
“I love you so much,” he whispers, and I cling to him, never wanting to let go.
Chapter Eight
Leo
I text my sister-in-law the minute Whitney and I return to the main house—after giving Whitney another kiss and telling her I love her again, of course. I’m on such a high from being with Whitney that part of me wants to just enjoy it and not think about anything else.
But I also know I need to take care of the problem we have. And I need to take care of it now.
Sara replies to my text within minutes. She tells me to slip out a side door and meet her down the driveway, away from the house.
I quickly change out of my swim trunks, then sneak back out of the house to go meet my sister-in-law. She’s already there when I arrive, scrolling through her phone as she waits for me.
“What’s up?” she says, sliding the phone into her back pocket.
“I need to talk to you about the not-being-allowed-to-win thing.”
She nods. “What about it?”
“Well, hypothetically, if Whitney and I do get to the finale…is there any way she could have all the money?”
“Uh…no?”
My chest sinks. I know I should have expected that, but still. I was holding out hope.
“Wow. You really want to win, don’t you?” Sara says, studying me.
“It’s not about winning,” I say. “And it’s not about me.”
“It’s about Whitney, then?”
I nod.
Sara smiles. “You really fell for her, huh? And now you want to help her win. That’s sweet.”
“Come on. Isn’t there anything you can do?”
“Sorry, Leo.” Sara shakes her head. “To be honest, the other producers weren’t even that on board with you coming on the show in the first place. I had to convince them that it wouldn’t be a big deal, as long as you were secretly exempt from winning.”
I sigh. “There really isn’t anything you can do?”
“No,” Sara insists. “If you really want Whitney to win the money, you need to get her paired up with someone else before the final vote. That’s the only way it will work. Sorry, Leo. I honestly wish I could help, but I can’t. My hands are tied.”
I head back to the house and sneak in. I find Whitney hanging out with a group in the living room. She immediately notices me when I walk in and gives me a sweet little smile. I smile at her, too, but then nod my head toward the other room and she takes the cue. She says something to the girls she’s sitting with on the couch, then stands up and walks over to join me.
“Hey, hottie,” she says, sidling up beside me.
“You’re the hottie, Whit,” I toss back at her, and give the side of her hip a light squeeze. We walk through the next room and I push open a door that leads outside. Whitney and I walk out into one of the manicured gardens. Thankfully, there’s no one else outside right now.
“So, I just talked to my sister-in-law,” I say, keeping my voice low as we take a seat on a stone bench. “Unfortunately she can’t budge about the agreement I have with her.”
“I kind of figured that would be the case,” says Whitney, sighing.
“If it comes down to it, you’re going to need to partner up with someone else to win.”
Whitney frowns. “I’m not exactly eager to do that, but…if I have to, I have to.” She thinks a second longer, then groans. “Oh, God. What if I have to spend the night with someone else in one of those one-on-one suites?”
The very thought of it makes my blood boil. But I know right now I need to be the voice of reason.
“It’s just a room, Whit. The show’s not forcing you to hook up with anyone.”
“Yeah, but these shows always make it seem like couples hook up in those suites.”
I keep my breathing even. “They might end up editing it to imply that something more happened, but you and I will always know the truth.”
She nods. She looks up at me. “It was so nice being with you like that, Leo.”
“If it was up to me,” I say, “we would lock ourselves in that room for the rest of the season.”
She laughs. She slides her hand across my lap, smoothing her palm over my cock. “We could sneak away again tonight, you know…”
“Whit,” I groan.
“Or even right now. It didn’t seem like anyone noticed we were gone the first time.”
Fuck. I kiss her. Then I say in a low growl, “You want my cock in you again? Fine. Let’s go.”
Chapter Nine
Whitney
Nobody notices the two of us sneaking away again—probably because there’s another elimination ceremony tonight and everyone is wrapped up in the drama of that. By the time Leo and I get back, I have just enough time to get ready for the ceremony.
My body is still buzzing from the little sex fest we just had. But as I head into the ceremony, my high is quickly overshadowed by stress. Even though I feel confident that Leo and I will be safe, it’s still nerve-wracking to stand there and wait for the results of the voting to come in. Couple by couple, Warren announces contestants’ names, asking each coupl
e to come forward to receive a little plastic heart as a token of their safety for another week.
When Leo and I are called up to get our heart, I squeeze his hand tight, relief flooding through me.
“Thank God,” I whisper to him as we walk back to join the rest of the couples.
“I know,” he whispers back.
Warren continues to call couples up. But as the ceremony goes on, I realize that Jess and Noah still haven’t been called. Suddenly, a new kind of panic sears through me.
“Oh, no,” I murmur under my breath. “Jess. No.”
It’s down to three couples, and Jess and Noah are one of them.
“The next couple I call will be the last to be safe tonight,” announces Warren. “Unfortunately, the other two couples will be leaving us tonight.”
I squeeze Leo’s hand tight. He squeezes back. And when Warren calls the names of another couple out, a small cry escapes from my throat.
As the ceremony ends and breaks apart, Jess and I run to each other and embrace each other tearfully.
“I can’t believe you’re leaving, Jess,” I say, wiping away tears.
“I know, babe,” says Jess. “It’s okay, though. I don’t care about the money anymore. I’m leaving with something way more important.” She looks lovingly over at Noah, and I follow her gaze.
I give Jess another hug. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”
“Good luck, girl,” says Jess. She pulls away from me and takes Noah’s hand.
I nod and dry my face as I watch her and Noah leave. Then I go over to Leo and thread my fingers through his.
“You doing okay?” he asks.
I nod. “Yeah. It sucks she had to leave. But I’ll survive.”
“Sorry, Whit.” He smiles gently. “You’ve still got me, though.”
I smile back at him. “That’s true.”