34. The New Romantics
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
the new romantics
LOGAN
BLACKBURN FALLS, ONTARIO
PRESENT DAY
“Goddammit, Abi! I’m still wearing socks!”
I do a quick, albeit, blurry scan of the pool before I realize I can’t see shit.
“Looking for these?” Abi asks, slipping up behind me and dangling my glasses right in front of my face.
I grumble under my breath, snatching them up.
“Thanks for that, by the way.”
She circles me like a shark, her smile shimmering and her eyes warm.
I pull my wallet out of my pants and hold it up, frowning as water pours out of it. Abi follows me, grinning ear to ear as I swim to the edge of the pool and toss it out onto the ground.
“And thanks for this, too.”
“Cash dries, right?”
“I didn’t have cash, but yeah, everything in there will dry.” I tilt my head, grinning at her. “What’s gotten into you?”
She reaches behind me, pressing her hand down on something on the pool’s wall, and the lights go dim. It takes my eyes a few seconds to adjust, but soon I catch sight of her swimming away from me, still smirking.
“Follow me. I want to show you something.”
“What?”
“Just come here!” She laughs as she leans up against the edge of the pool, arms spread out and her breasts bobbing just above the water.
I don’t even remember making the decision to start swimming, but the second I reach her, my arms are already wrapped up around her waist. The hair sticking to the back of my neck, my wet socks, and soaked wallet are all in the past.
Water under the bridge.
She tastes like the same merlot she’s been nursing all night, with a hint of peach from her lip gloss on top. I groan, desperate to push her up against the wall, but before I can make my move she’s already torn her lips away from mine.
“I said I wanted to show you something.”
“You could show me what’s under that suit.”
Her dark hair plastered to her face, the mascara smeared beneath her eyes, and the rosy tip of her nose all combine to make her look wild and hungry in a way I’ve never seen from her before. She turns me around, and I can feel my heart racing as she pushes me up against the side of the pool. Her mom didn’t go to bed that long ago, what if she left something out here and comes looking?
“You wanna see more?” Abi purrs, pulling the two flimsy triangles of fabric aside to reveal her voluptuous tits.
“Your mom’s in the house,” I laugh nervously, my eyes flicking toward the back door.
“My mom takes a weed gummy every night to fall asleep, and she has a white noise machine for good measure. She’s never gonna know.”
“Have you had sex in this pool before?” I ask.
“Not with you,” she replies, caging me in with both arms. “And like I said, I have something I want to show you.”
“Besides your tits?” I murmur. “Because you’re doing a great job showing those off already.”
“You know, Sunshine, I could always make you put that smart mouth to good use.”
I can feel my anxiety flare up again, but even as I strain my ears as hard as I can, all I can hear is the wind and the light splash of the water as it laps up against the pool’s edge. No one’s around. No harm, no foul.
“Name the time and place.”
Abi giggles, floating back just a bit and raking her fingernails down my damp shirt as she goes. Fuck, she’s so cute. Even in the silvery moonlight, I can see those little freckles she always gets during the summer, dusted across the bridge of her nose and cheeks. Before this trip is over, I want to make it my mission to kiss every single one of them.
She drifts in close again, slowly working the button on my pants, tugging my zipper down and reaching in to tease my cock. I groan, tipping my head back as she starts to stroke me. Her hand works slowly, thumb gliding over the tip and making me shiver. I don’t know if it’s water, or the fear of getting caught, but this feels fucking incredible.
“Did I ever tell you about my special talent?” She purrs.
Abi’s got a lot of talents, including going from the cutest nerd I’ve ever met to a fucking siren in a split second.
“Logan,” she sings. “Are you listening? Or are you looking at my tits?”
“I can do two things.”
She grins, releasing my cock and pushing herself away from me again. I ache at her absence, but before I can ask another question, I hear a splash and she’s disappeared under the water. It’s only moments before I feel the tug of her fingers hooking into my pants, dragging them down past my hips as a tiny burst of bubbles hit the surface, and I feel her mouth on my cock.
Warm and soft.
“Oh my fucking God ,” I whisper, my cheeks heating up.
Her tongue swirls around the head before she takes me all the way down her throat, my hands curling into fists as I suppress a moan. How the fuck is she holding her breath like this? I twitch and groan as she bobs up and down on my dick. It’s pure fucking bliss.
The buildup is my favorite part of sex, when all that delicious heat rises beneath your skin just before you reach your peak. The feeling of teetering on the brink of climax is one I’ll chase for the rest of my life.
Abi nearly gets me there in a matter of seconds and I have to grab her hair to control the pace. I don’t want to come yet.
“Slower, Shortcake,” I manage to choke out, hoping somehow she’ll get the message.
She takes me down her throat one final time, and I let out another groan, staring up at the stars twinkling in the sky but managing to hold on.
“Good girl,” I sigh. “Good fucking girl.”
When she emerges from the water, she immediately gasps for breath, her face pink and her hair messily covering her eyes. I help her push it back, cupping her cheeks gently as I move in for a kiss.
“That’s a hell of a talent,” I whisper.
I can’t stop myself from kissing her, reaching around to untie the small knot that’s barely keeping her top on. The fabric falls into the water, leaving her gorgeous half-naked body exposed to the night air.
I capture her nipple with my teeth, biting and sucking until she’s crying out my name. She wraps her hand around my cock, stroking me as she straddles my thigh, and I bury my face in her shoulder, moaning while she begins to roll her hips and grind her pussy against me.
“That’s my girl,” I whisper as she continues to stroke me. “Make us both feel good.”
The most primal part of my brain is screaming at me to pull those little bikini bottoms to the side and slip right into her. Abi keens, her body moving faster as she wraps her arms around the back of my neck and sinks those sharp nails into my skin. I slide my mouth up and down her throat before nipping at that fleshy spot just above her collarbone.
Her voice breaks and she bucks against my thigh.
“You wanna come for me?” I whisper, trying to keep my voice as low as I can.
I’m throbbing in her hand, just a few strokes away from my own release.
“Yes!” She moans. “I’m so close.”
I love that I can work her up just as quickly as she can me; that she’s putty in my hands the second my fingers brush her skin.
“Atta girl. Ride that thigh like a dirty little slut.”
Abi rips her hand away from my cock, gripping my shoulders as her face twists up in the most beautiful agony. She’s a fucking goddess, lit only by the moon and stars that hang above us.
I reach up, wrapping one hand around her throat and putting pressure on the sides as I force her to meet my gaze.
“Look at me,” I rasp.
I’m in love with her.
Her eyes don’t leave mine for a second as she comes undone, lashes fluttering as her lips part in orgasmic bliss. She shivers, hips rolling with desperation as I move in for a kiss, the rest of her climax rippling through her while our lips crash together. When I finally tear my mouth away from hers, she gasps for breath, relaxing for only a moment before diving back underneath the water. I feel her lips wrap around my cock, one hand on the base as she recreates that same suction from before, clearly determined to make me come.
I’m shivering, the pleasure building until I’m practically clawing at the edges of the pool. The pace is frantic and my heart is fucking pounding. I’m so close… so fucking close.
“Oh, fuck .”
My throat is dry and my head feels fuzzy, a beautiful ache forming in the pit of my stomach, wrapping all the way around my lower back and shooting down to my toes.
And then I’m coming. Fireworks burst along my skin, and I shudder as I fill her mouth.
She comes up for air for the second time of the night, mascara running down her cheeks, and a little bit of my cum dribbling down to her chin. I can’t help myself, grabbing her face and pressing another fiery kiss against her lips. I can taste myself on her tongue, and it ignites a deep and intense curiosity that makes me shiver. I think being with her is unlocking new kinks I didn’t know I had.
Abi groans, fingers swimming in my hair as she kisses back.
And I can only think of one thing:
I can’t let this go back to normal when we get home.
I wake up the next morning with the sun streaking through the windows and the birds chirping outside. The smell of fresh summer air washes over me and I sit up, pushing my mess of hair out of my face.
Unfortunately, it turns out fresh air’s not the only thing you need to deal with a hangover: the moment the blood starts rushing I can already tell that I’m going to feel like absolute shit in a minute or less. My head starts throbbing immediately after the realization, and I feel like my mouth is as dry as a desert.
The worst part about getting older is waking up and realizing you can’t really bounce back from a few glasses of wine the same way you used to. I fumble around for my glasses, finding them along with a note on my nightstand, and a bottle of Gatorade plus two painkillers.
Thought you might need this after the merlot last night.
I’m making breakfast.
XO(XO, Gossip Girl)
PS. Thanks for the ride.
“Oh, you are more than welcome, Doctor King.”
I pop the painkillers before ripping the cap off the Gatorade, and guzzling it like my life depends on it. Because now that I’m in my 30s, it kind of does.
“Oh my god, I can feel the hydration,” I groan as some of it drips down my chin.
When I’m finished, I grab a pair of grey sweatpants from my suitcase along with a black t-shirt with a little ghost pattern on it. I slip it over my head and begin to head out the door, before thinking better of it and giving myself a once over in the mirror.
The dark circles under my eyes have only gotten worse with time and age, and I’m even spotting the faint beginning of crow’s feet in the corners. Every day, more and more of my dad’s features come through. I used to want to get out from under his shadow, but now that he’s gone, I find myself longing to stay here, with even the smallest little connection to him, for just a little while longer.
With a sigh, I head out toward the main house. The back door is already wide open, with only the secondary screen door closed to keep the bugs out, and I can hear ABBA blaring from the kitchen.
Abi has her back turned, hips swaying from side to side as she dances and sings along to her playlist. She’s in a little blue and white sundress, her messy hair bouncing to the beat of the music. Every time her hips move, the fabric shifts, revealing just a hint of her lacy white panties.
My morning wood comes in late, but strong and I walk up behind her, clearing my throat so that she knows I’m here. She pauses, glancing over her shoulder as she scoops up some batter with her finger and sucks it clean.
“You know I can see what’s under that dress, you little slut.”
I gently cup her breasts, teasing her nipples as we rock from side to side.
“Well, good morning to you too.”
“Maybe I should tear these off of you.” I slide one hand between her thighs, teasing her through the thin lace. “Have my way with you right here. ”
“Don’t tempt me, Doctor.”
I place gentle kisses up and down her neck, taking my time, and listening to the soft sighs that slip from her lips. I wish we could do this every day. Not just the sex, this . Making breakfast in the morning, dancing in the kitchen, teasing each other…
The fantasy of fucking her over the counter is quickly replaced by something much more potent; it would be so easy to open my mouth and let the words come pouring out.
I love you.
I’ve loved you since the second I spilled that drink on you, and it feels like my soul’s known yours for more than just one lifetime ? —
Okay, that last bit is a little much, but the sentiment is there.
Abi looks up at me, a hint of concern in those beautiful green eyes.
“You good?”
Tell her .
The pressure at the base of my throat increases, like the words are trying to burst out of me but I’m choking them back. The hardest lesson I ever had to learn was how to leave something I love so deeply, without digging my claws into it before I let it go, and I’ve had to re-learn it again and again and again.
With people who never really understood me.
When I had to let go of my dad.
With Abi.
But just because I can release it doesn’t mean I want to.
“Knock knock!” A voice calls from the front of the house.
“Shit,” Abi whispers. “I forgot to tell you, Kat and Marcus are coming over for breakfast.”
“That’s great!” I chirp, thankful to be thinking about anything else.
This is good.
Meeting her friends is good.
It’s something, at least.
Something to distract me from uttering the three words that could destroy our entire relationship.