The Winning Ticket (Circle of Friends #1)

22. Fun To Sneak Around

JAKE

22

“So, how are things going with Bri living here?” Will asks when the women head out to the terrace to hop in the spa.

The guys and I are watching the last of the cricket, although my eyes drift towards the terrace door, where I can hear the women talking. With Tara and Kylie here again, it feels like old times.

“It’s been great. I think she’s really happy here, too,” I say.

“Morgan mentioned you were back last weekend and hung out with her,” Chris says.

I turn to find him regarding me closely. “Yeah, so? We’re friends.”

He’s quiet for a moment and then nods. “I think you’re right. She’s happy here. I think part of that has been because she’s been spending more time with you.”

Will keeps his eyes trained on the TV, but I know he’s listening to our conversation.

“Well, we were always close back in school. We’re just picking up where we left off. And she needs a friend right now.” I purposely avoid outright lying, but I still feel shitty.

But I respect that Bri isn’t ready to tell anyone else about whatever is going on between us, and seeing the look on Chris’ face, I understand why she wants to avoid it.

“She really does. Morgan is worried that she is avoiding talking to her about the break-up. Has she spoken to you at all?”

I shrug. “A little bit. But she’ll talk about it when she’s ready. Morgan just needs to give her time. Bri was never one to talk about her feelings much, you know that.”

I’m pretty sure I’m trying to convince myself just as much as Chris. Bri has mentioned she hasn’t really let herself think about everything with her ex, and I’ve been avoiding thinking about it too much since last night. Even though I am very aware that what we’ve started is most likely going to lead to one or both of us getting hurt if she doesn’t deal with it, it is hard to remind myself of this when all I want to do is kiss her.

“True. I’m just glad she’s back,” Chris says, and that’s the end of the conversation, thankfully.

When the game is over, we head out to join the women, beers in hand. All of them except for Annelisa, who is sitting on the side with her legs dangling in, are in the spa. Chris and Will slip in beside their women, and I pause momentarily, wondering where I should sit. I’ve always been affectionate with Bri, so it wouldn’t seem weird if I sat beside her and slung an arm around her…

Would it be weirder if I sat between Tara and Kylie instead? Fuck, now I’m second-guessing everything.

Bri moves over slightly, and I take that as my queue to sit between her and Kylie. Settling myself in the water, I focus on the beer in my hand and remind myself not to grab Bri’s thigh, shoving aside the memory of the last time we’d been in the spa together.

Morgan glances over at us but doesn’t say anything while she continues chatting to Annelisa about wedding dresses.

“Are we still on for bridesmaid dress shopping next weekend?” Bri asks.

I feel her body shift closer. The bubbles are on, distorting the water, and to anyone else, it most likely isn’t noticeable, but her leg is now firmly pressed against mine. With this many bodies in here, it’s kind of hard not to touch one another, although I am aware that Kylie manages not to touch me despite being on my other side.

I press my thigh back against Bri’s.

“Yeah. And I’ve persuaded Mum that this should just be us girls. She was such a pain in the butt when I was wedding dress shopping with her that day. I’d rather not have to deal with that when we’re looking for your dresses,” Morgan replies, utterly oblivious to the fact that her little sister’s hand has drifted to my thigh, dangerously close to my slowly hardening cock.

Bri’s pinky finger brushes against my semi, and it takes all my willpower not to move. I take a mouthful of beer, attempting to appear normal. When Bri’s finger continues to move, I place my drink on the side of the spa and slowly slip my hand beneath the water, attempting to appear as though I’m scratching my leg while I grip her hand, squeezing her fingers before lacing them through mine. She continues to act completely normal, and I marvel at how good she is at this little game we’re playing. She’d managed to touch me under the table so many times during dinner that it had taken an admirable amount of my self-control not to pin her down and have my way with her on the table, guests be damned.

“Oh, thank god, ’cause I won’t lie, after that brief visit last Sunday, I was not looking forward to it,” Bri says, and her sister laughs.

“Do you ladies want to come along, too?” Morgan asks, looking over at Tara and Kylie.

With Morgan’s attention diverted, I let go of Bri’s hand, but now it’s my turn to make her squirm. Moving my hand slowly, I inch my fingers across her leg, turning my hand so that my pinky brushes against her clit through her swimmers when I grip the inside of her thigh. I feel her leg twitch, and she opens her legs slightly, neither of us showing any visible reaction when I begin to move my finger slowly back and forth, teasing her with my gentle touch. Finally, she covers a small gasp with a sizeable gulp of wine.

“Oh, that would be great, thanks,” Kylie says beside me.

I’ve lost track of what they are all talking about while I apply more pressure with my finger, feeling Bri tremble slightly. She drains her wine glass and stands up slowly, and my hand glides down her leg below the water.

“I’ll be back. Does anyone need a top-up?” she asks, and I seem to be the only one aware of how breathless she sounds.

After a chorus of “No” from everyone else, she climbs out of the spa and disappears inside.

Waiting a few minutes, I excuse myself, claiming I need to put the dessert in the oven and head in.

When I step through the door, Bri’s arm appears from nowhere and yanks me to the side of the door. Her lips meet mine, and she kisses me hungrily. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her close.

“I’m over this now. I just want them all to leave so I can get you naked again,” she says, trailing kisses down my neck.

“I thought you were enjoying the games, Little B,” I say, hiking her leg up to my hip so I can grind against her, and she moans.

“I was until you showed how skilled you are with just one finger, JJ. Now I just want to be alone with you.”

I look back towards the terrace, listening to make sure no one has followed behind me.

“We’ve got a few minutes before anyone misses us, I reckon,” I say, lifting her off her feet entirely.

She wraps her legs around me while I move us into the main bathroom, the only door with a lock.

“Not enough time for sex, but I think I can work with that time frame. I’m so fucking horny right now,” she says, quickly unlacing my boardshorts.

Loving seeing this side of her, I kiss her hard while I slide my hand inside her bikini bottoms and begin rubbing her clit while her hand glides up and down my painfully hard cock.

“Fuck, Bri,” I groan before pulling my head back to watch her face while I thrust a finger inside her, continuing to circle her clit with my thumb. She bites her lip, and I bring my forehead to hers. She picks up the pace with her hand, and my hips begin moving of their own accord, moving in time with my hand, and I add a second finger, thrusting harder inside her.

“Oh God, Jake. I’m coming,” she cries out.

“Hold on, Bri. I’m close, and I want us to come together,” I say with a groan, and she takes a sharp breath before crushing her mouth to mine while her hand speeds up.

Seconds later, I can feel my orgasm about to explode, and I stare into her eyes while I whisper, “Now, Bri.”

We both cry out when we come together, and I spill into her hand and onto her abdomen while I feel her clench around my fingers.

We slowly regain our breath, and I kiss her forehead before she rests it on my chest.

“That was hot,” she mutters against my pec, and I laugh.

“We’re as bad as teenagers,” I say before stepping back from her to get a face washer, wiping down her abdomen and hand before cleaning myself up.

After another hungry kiss, I open the door and make sure the coast is clear before stepping out of the bathroom, and Bri follows behind.

Someone clears their throat, and we whip around together to see Kylie standing in the doorway of Bri’s room, smirking while she watches us with a raised eyebrow.

“What’s this, then?” she asks, and I struggle to think of any other reason why we’d be coming out of the bathroom together, knowing that Bri’s stunned look is identical to mine.

When we’re both silent for far too long, Kylie snorts and shakes her head.

“Don’t worry, guys, your secret is safe with me. But maybe next time, wait until you know for sure that you’re not going to get caught before fucking in the main bathroom when there are other people here?”

“We weren’t fucking,” Bri says quickly, and Kylie rolls her eyes.

“Fine, giving each other simultaneous orgasms while not fucking, then. I heard it all. I think this is great, for the record, but you know Morgan has opinions, which I’m guessing is why you’ve not said anything. So, while I’m sure it’s fun to sneak around - unless you want your highly strung sister to find out while she’s planning a wedding – maybe do a better job of not getting caught.” With that, she heads back outside, and we stay where we are, processing her words.

“Well, that wasn’t great…” I say, and Bri groans beside me.

“At least it was Kylie. She’s right, though. If that had been Morgan, that would have been a mess.”

“Agreed. If you want to keep this on the low-down, we need to work on not touching at all when they are around.”

I personally think it would be better just to tell the others instead of mucking around behind their backs, but it’s Bri’s call. I wait a few moments to see what Bri has to say, watching her face while she thinks it all through.

Bri lets out a long breath. “Good idea… but just so you know…” She glances towards the door before stepping in front of me and pulling me close until our lips almost touch. “I cannot wait to climb you like a tree the second they leave.” She kisses me hard and fast before stepping back and heading into the kitchen to pour herself another wine. I hang back until she heads back to the spa before shaking my head while taking the apple crumble out of the freezer and putting it in the oven.

This woman was going to be the death of me, but I was going to die a happy man if she kept letting me have my way with her like this.