Chapter Eight
Bridgette
The next morning, my head is fucking pounding. Jesus. I seriously need to give up tequila entirely. Beer? No problem. Vodka? Not too bad. When tequila gets brought out, it’s a guaranteed miserable fucking day after for me.
Everything was fine. Angela and Mercy were keeping their space, which was just fine for me because I’m getting more and more sick of their toxic bullshit by the day. Then I watched as Mercy shoved her tongue down Asher’s throat and he let her. I lost it. I started throwing back shot after shot until I polished a whole bottle. That’s when I realized I really didn’t want to be there. The guy I want didn’t want me, my friends were fake, and I really had no business at that party. So, I came home to my stoner brother and my new stepsister that I shouldn’t think about as much as I have been.
I mean, I haven’t been thinking about her specifically. It’s just hard to forget when another woman kisses you. It was disgusting, completely out of left field. I’m just glad she agreed to act like it never happened. She agreed easier than I expected, honestly. Maybe she already did. She gets around almost as much as Asher. Kissing someone probably doesn’t rank high on her memorable moments.
So why the fuck was I unable to get it out of my head all day?
Rolling onto my back, I stare up at the crown molding lining my ceiling as I remember what happened next. Easily the dumbest thing I’ve ever done. What was I thinking? I mean, clearly I wasn’t. I was drunk and sad and lonely and she was…there. That’s all it was.
Definitely not going to think about how my body practically vibrated when I kissed her, let alone when she touched me…
Nope. Not thinking about it. I don’t know what the fuck is going on with me, but I don’t want any part of it. I’ve decided, these weird out of the blue feelings or thoughts or whatever they are, I’m burying them deep, deep down.
Somehow, I’m able to muster up enough courage to take a shower before slipping on a bathing suit and a coverup. The sun is streaming in through the window, and it looks like a perfect day to work on my tan. When I come downstairs, I’m grateful to find the kitchen empty for once. I swear to god she is always down here. She’s always everywhere. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t have a single friend in the entire world. She’s the definition of a loner, and for some weird reason, she seems to be totally fine with that.
Popping into the fridge, I grab out a protein shake and begin sipping that as I head outside. When I open the back door, I stop in my tracks. Seriously? You’ve got to be kidding me.
Of course, there she is. Maggie is swimming laps in the pool, completely oblivious to the fact that she has somehow overtaken every inch of this place in a matter of weeks. Her arms stretch out, the shimmering water encasing her flawless skin. Maggie’s red hair makes her look like a goddamn mermaid in the water; it’s practically mesmerizing to watch the curls fight to keep their shape under the demand of the pool.
“Hey, Bridgey!” Brad calls out from the other side of the pool. Shit. I didn’t even see him.
“Hey,” I say as he pushes himself out of the pool and walks over to me.
“What are you up to?” he asks.
“Was going to work on my tan,” I say as I lay down on one of the sun loungers, flipping on my sunglasses over my eyes.
He nods as he towel dries his hair.
“Right on. I’m gonna go meet Trip at the reservoir. Want to come?”
Go hangout with my brother’s loser best friend? An outsider, no less? Pass.
I shake my head and pull out my phone as he shrugs.
“Alright. Later, Mags!” He calls out.
Maggie stops swimming and looks up to Brad. I turn my head towards my phone, hoping she will just ignore me, but I’m watching her from behind my sunglasses and she clocks me almost immediately. Settling back into my chair, I call out to her.
“Mags? My brother already has a lame nickname for you?”
“Guess so,” she says as she begins floating on her back. “It’s like I’m a part of the family.”
I make a noise in the back of my throat as I shake my head. Family? Is that what we are? Based on the way she sucked my taste off her fingers like it was the best thing she’d ever experienced, I’d call us one fucked up family.
Maggie continues floating around on her back, her eyes closed as she drifts along. There are only a few water droplets on her skin now and the sun is quickly drying them away. Her stomach and chest still have traces that are shining in the sunlight. My eyes have a mind of their own, watching with rapt attention as one droplet begins running between her breasts. Her black bikini is doing absolutely nothing to contain her tits. She’s one heavy breath from spilling out.
Involuntary images of last night flash in my head and no matter how hard I squeeze my eyes, no matter how hard I try to banish them. I can’t. Her pale pink nipples, her full tits with a soft scattering of freckles that, for some reason, made them look all that much better. I’ve never been attracted to women. I’m not . Find me anyone who doesn’t appreciate the beauty of a woman’s body, though, and I’d call them a liar. I mean, c’mon…right?
“You going to keep staring at me or are you at least going to come talk to me?” Maggie asks.
I startle in my chair, glancing down at my phone to see an unread message from Jeremy.
Great.
I debate for a moment before deciding that Maggie is the lesser of two evils in this scenario. Slowly, I stand from my spot and move towards the edge of the pool. I stand over her with my hands on my hips, attempting to maintain my bitchy standoffish facade.
“What do you want?” I ask.
Slowly, her eyes move up my bare legs before tracing over my hot pink bikini. Then, her eyes come to mine, or at least to my glasses.
“You can sit down. I’m not gonna bite you, Brenton.”
I release a disbelieving sound, but for some strange reason, I sit down on the edge, allowing my legs to dip into the pool. The cool water feels amazing on my skin that’s already hot from the sun. In the background, I hear a door open and shut before a car starts up. I turn my head to see, knowing it’s Brad when a wet hand comes to my face, forcing me to look back at Maggie.
My heart begins hammering in my chest as her hand doesn’t move away. Her legs are moving softly, keeping her afloat as she grabs my glasses with her other hand, slowly pulling them off my face before setting them down onto the ground beside me.
I want to ask her what she’s doing, what she’s thinking, but I’m at a loss for words as her fingers gently trace my face, like she’s memorizing each and every feature.
“Your eyes are so beautiful,” she murmurs quietly. “As blue as this pool.”
I feel my breath catch as her finger traces the edge of my lip, and before I know what I’m doing, I’m nipping at it. A smile grows on her face as she offers up her finger to me, pushing it into my mouth a little further. I release my teeth’s hold on her finger before my tongue twirls around it instead.
I don’t know how she does it. How she makes every single moment with her so fucking sensual…so erotic. Carefully, she extracts her finger from my mouth. I’m almost disappointed this tug and pull game is over until her hand cradles the back of my head, wrapping her fist into my hair as she pulls me towards her. Our mouths are only inches apart, and I close my eyes as I release a choppy exhale.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Nothing you aren’t desperate for,” she answers easily.
I let out a huff, or at least I attempt to. Honestly, it comes out more like a strangled whimper.
“I’m straight, Maggie,” I say, trying to convince her or myself. I’m not really sure.
She nods, her nose brushing against mine as her breath fans against my mouth.
“I know,” she says before placing a featherlight kiss against my lips.
That same fluttering feeling comes back at the barely there touch before she pulls away. I let out a ragged breath, keeping my eyes closed as I shake my head.
“I’m not into women. I like men.”
“I know,” she says as she pulls me in for another kiss, so soft our lips barely touch before she’s pulling away again.
My breathing is now labored as I open my eyes and meet hers. They are burrowing into me so intensely it literally makes me dizzy. I don’t know what to think, or even what to say at this point.
“Stop fighting this. We don’t have to label it. We don’t have to talk about it. We can just…be,” she says, her mouth moving to the sensitive part of my neck before placing a gentle nip that has me gasping for air.
It’s wrong. So wrong. For a hundred different reasons. When my eyes meet hers, though, I find words leaving my mouth that I never thought would.
“No one can know about us.”
Maggie nods. “I know,” she says before pulling me in for another kiss. A real one. One that sends my head spinning and my heart pounding. She plasters herself as close as she can to me as I wind my legs around her. Our tongues tangle together in a needy, sloppy mess that has my pussy trembling.
She knows it too.
I feel her free hand grab the hip tie to my bottoms, pulling it with a slow tug before a breeze hits my newly exposed skin. Maggie pulls away from me and I want to beg her not to. I want her mouth on me. I need it. Again, as if she can read my mind, she gives me exactly what I want.
Leaning her head forward, she runs her nose along my thigh crease before over and down my slit, inhaling deeply as she does.
“God, you really do have such a beautiful cunt, baby.”
I’ve been told that before when hooking up with guys. Somehow, the same compliment from a woman just hits different. Maybe because she has one and just knows? Or maybe because she’s probably seen more than all the men I’ve been with combined.
A pang of something sharp sparks in me at that thought, and I quickly push it away as I feel Maggie’s warm tongue run through my center.
“Oh fuck,” I whimper as I plaster my hands on the concrete behind me, holding me upright as Maggie does it again and again.
“Baby B, you’re so delicious,” she says as her tongue circles my clit and I buck my hips.
At first, the dumb nickname irritated me. Now I kinda like it. Especially when her mouth is on my pussy as she says it. Reaching down, I wind my fingers through her hair, pushing her into me more. A moment of clarity slams into me. A realization. I know a woman is eating my pussy, and more so, I’m letting her. It isn’t until I feel her long hair in my hand that it really hits me, though.
Glancing down, I see her pretty eyes on me, her perfect pink lips sucking on me, her breasts practically bobbing in and out of the water as she devours me. There is something powerful about looking down and seeing a hot guy going down on you, but seeing a gorgeous woman doing the same? It’s my undoing.
“Come here,” she murmurs before she’s yanking me closer to her.
At this point, I’m practically hovering over the pool as she lifts my legs to wrap around her shoulders and grips my hip with one hand. I watch her other hand as it slides under water and into her bathing suit bottoms. I can’t help but lean up and watch as she begins pumping two fingers in and out of herself while her mouth is latched onto my clit.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I say breathlessly as I lift my hips up, craving more and more from her.
She moans and whimpers against me as her hand moves faster and I know that she’s already so close. I’m so fucking close. Just the tension between us alone had me ready to come on the spot, but now? Feeling her, watching her, I abandon everything I think or feel and just exist in the moment. And the moment I do, I come. Fucking hard .
My screams echo through the neighborhood as I ride her face, my pussy spasming as I do. I hump and grind against her as her muffled moans vibrate against my clit. It’s almost enough to yank a second orgasm out of me as we both find our release.
When both of our highs fade, she pulls back one more time, licking a long line through me as if she were gathering every last taste before pulling away. Her green eyes lock onto mine and I can tell she’s waiting to see if I’ll run. I’ll be honest, that’s all I want to do right now. Now that the tension has broken, my pleasure peaked; I want to lock myself in my room and attempt to talk myself out of whatever the fuck just happened here.
Unfortunately, she doesn’t allow that. She yanks me into the pool, forcing me underwater for a moment before I push to the surface.
“What the fuck!” I shout as I begin wiping the chlorine out of my eyes.
I feel her before I see her. I feel her pin me against the wall, her leg in between mine and her arms caging me in on either side of my head.
“You were going to run out on me again,” she says matter of factly.
“So?” I spit. “That’s cause for dragging me into the pool?”
“I don’t want you to run,” Maggie says simply.
“Well, I do,” I say.
She lifts a disbelieving eyebrow.
“Do you?”
I open my mouth to answer yes, of course when I pause. I’m a great liar. Lying is easy, but something in me doesn’t want to right now, and I fucking hate it. My pause is all she seems to need to solidify whatever thought she has right now.
“Don’t tell me you never want that to happen again, I won’t believe you.”
I fumble with what to say in my head before I just speak.
“What do you want me to do then?” I huff.
She brings her face closer to me, her nose bumping against mine as she continues.
“I want to kiss you whenever I feel like it, and I want you to let me.”
“Just kissing?” I ask with a raised brow.
A wicked grin spreads across her face that I hate to admit is fucking gorgeous.
“Definitely not.”
Scoffing at that, I shake my head.
“This is fucking crazy. What the fuck are we doing?”
“Living.” She smirks. “We’re free, baby. Free from the bullshit, the pressures, the labels. Free from the expectations of being or not being something. Right now, it’s just you and me.”
“And what about later?” I ask.
“Like when we get out of this pool?” Maggie asks.
I shrug. Sure.
“I’d love to eat your delectable cunt across every surface around this house.”
I can’t help it, my body vibrates at her words, despite my best efforts to conceal it. Maggie grins, but shakes her head as she brushes back a piece of my hair.
“For now, though, just kiss me,” she says before pressing her lips to mine once more.
The taste of me instantly blooms against my tongue. It’s a taste I’m very familiar with. Guys love it when you suck the taste of yourself off them, and I’ve never minded it. In fact, I taste pretty fucking good, if I do say so myself.
Wrapping my tongue around Maggie’s, I chase down every drop of my release on her, and as I do, she grinds her pussy against my leg before moaning. Tentatively, I lift my leg, giving her more friction. She rewards me with another sweet moan that has me wanting to pull more out of her. It’s like a game at this point, to see how much I can make her cry out before she comes again. Another thing I’m jealous of, she gets off so easily. I’d kill to be able to come just from my nipples being sucked off or fingering myself for a total of ninety seconds. Then again, when Maggie is the one doing it, I think I can.
Fuck. This is so insane. So fucking wrong. But with her hand cupping my breast, her tongue stroking against my own, I come to the realization that I really don’t give a fuck how wrong it is. In this moment, it feels fucking right.