Chapter 135: Hands on the railings

IVY

My cheeks were on fire. Gideon was standing there, dripping wet, a towel hanging over his massive shoulders only for decoration, because every inch of him was on display.

From his broad shoulders to his sculpted chest, his ridged stomach, the deep V of his hips that led to... Oh lord.

I was trying very, very hard not to look while choking on water. I had woken up with a terrible headache but even that had faded into the background with his overwhelming presence.

He reached over and plucked the glass from my hands, setting it on the counter. Then his palm was on my back, rubbing slow circles between my shoulder blades.

"Are you okay?"

"Fine," I wheezed. "Just... that it went down the wrong pipe."

"You’re flushed."

"It’s warm in here."

"It is not."

I shot him a look, and I could have sworn that there was a teasing look in those sapphire blue eyes. That made my stomach flip.

"When did you get here?" I forced out, fighting the blush that stole my cheeks.

"Not long ago. You were asleep when I arrived."

"Oh." My blush deepened. "Ughh you saw me drunk. That’s embarrassing."

"It was charming."

I groaned, covering my face with my hands. "I probably said stupid things, didn’t I?"

"You called me pretty."

I peeked through my fingers in horror. "I did not!"

"Several times. You also called me a grumpy cat."

"Oh god, kill me now," I groaned. Technically I could have said much worse things but still. This was Gideon, for goodness sake.

His fingers found my chin, tilting my face up, and his thumb traced the curve of my cheek. "You’re blushing again,"

"Because you’re-" I gestured vaguely at all of him. "That. It’s very hard to think when all I can see is water rolling down to your dick!"

His thumb slid from my cheek, down the line of my jaw, over the curve of my neck, until it rested in the hollow of my collarbone. My breath caught. His touch was light, almost absentminded, but it burned. Oh it burned so good.

"You should come to the jacuzzi, Ivy. You could use a bath."

I nodded, my mouth feeling suddenly dry. "Okay."

He turned and walked toward the deck, and I followed like a butterfly on a string, and he was pulling me. The jacuzzi was steaming and the sight of it made my tired muscles ache with longing.

I had too much to drink tonight. I just wanted to forget. I didn’t believe Jake’s words on the call and had hung up on him to check the news and tabloids and it was true. Dad had been arrested under suspicion of working with Uncle Meyers.

For Organ Trafficking!

It was horrifying. I couldn’t trust it of course. Kai had been at that hospital and then this happened? They were definitely linked. Did they frame my dad for this? There had been a black box in his hand, and I remember the alarm blaring through the building.

Did Kai go there to plant evidence? To frame Meyers and my father the same way Dad wanted me to frame the Knightswith the drugs?

What if they weren’t framed? What if it was all true? How could my father be involved in something like that? It made no sense. He was a businessman, not a doctor. He didn’t deal in organs... and... and God, I didn’t know what else to believe.

"Coming?" I blinked rapidly as Gideon’s deep voice reached my ears.

"Yeah," I mumbled, shaking myself out of my thoughts and reached for my nightrobe. It pooled at my feet, followed by my bra, my panties.

Gideon watched me the whole time, his sapphire eyes tracking every inch of my skin as it was revealed.

He held out a hand, and I took it, his fingers closing around mine. He guided me into the water, one hand on my hip to steady me as I stepped down, and the heat wrapped around my legs, my waist, my chest. I let out a slow breath, my body sinking into it.

"Turn around,"

I obeyed, my back pressing against his hot scorching chest. He pulled me between his legs. His hands found my shoulders first, then slid down my arms, over my ribs, settling on my waist.

He reached for a bottle on the ledge, something that smelled like coconut and poured a little into his palm.

"Did you have fun today?" he asked, working the soap into my shoulders.

"Yeah." I tilted my head, letting him knead the tension out of my neck. "We went to the village..." I rambled on, telling him all the things we did today.

"Sounds nice."

"It was. I wish you’d been there though."

His hands stilled for half a second, then kept moving. He didn’t say anything.

Feeling awkward, I filled the silence randomly.

"When will you come to the orphanage again? I was thinking of going next weekend. It’ll be Lily’s birthday,"

Gideon hummed, his hands sliding down my arms, over my stomach, tracing slow circles just below my navel.

"They’re good kids," I mumbled. "They deserve-"

His fingers dipped lower, slid between my legs, into the water, and found my needy aching cunt.

I gasped, my hips jerking.

"Keep talking," he murmured against my ear.

"P-Pardon? About...about what?"

"Anything. Tell me more about the kids. You seem to know them a great deal, Ivy,"

His fingers began to move over my pussy in slow, lazy circles, the water around us making everything slicker and somehow more intense.

"I ah.. yes, th-there’s Pete," I panted, my voice growing breathless. "Pete, um. He...he wanted to learn the trick so he could show the other kids, but he kept...ohhh... Deon?"

"Kept what?"

"Kept getting it wrong."

"Mm."

His other hand slid up, cupping my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple. My head fell back against his shoulder.

"Hands on the railings," he said.

I blinked, confused. "What?"

"Your hands. Put them on the railings. Don’t move them."

"Yes sir," I squeaked, reached forward and gripped the edge of the jacuzzi, my knuckles already whitening.

His fingers resumed their slow torture, and his other hand kept working my breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"So what happened with Pete?" he asked, like he wasn’t currently driving me insane.

"He...he... Oh I can’t remember,"

"And Lily?"

"She... Deon...Oh god," He pushed two thick fingers into my pussy, pounding them knuckle-deep, my toes curled in the water and I arched deeper, feeling his thick cock nestle between my ass cheeks.

"Do not cum yet. Understood?"