Chapter 4
I felt like I was in a fog as I crowded closer to Astrid.
My brain was on overload as it struggled to process what my eyes had seen.
The sight of Astrid in her bathing suit left my tongue glued to the roof of my mouth, and words escaped me.
The hot pink suit practically glowed against her lightly tanned skin.
Her dark hair and green eyes popped even more.
She had nothing more than a tinted gloss on her mouth, and she looked like a million bucks.
Her suit, while sexy, wasn’t revealing all her charms, thank God.
However, they were hinted at, and that was enough.
Suddenly, my tongue unglued itself. My arm automatically snaked out and snagged her around the waist. I brought her against me. Astrid’s eyes widened.
“Whatever you do, don’t you dare leave my side. Don’t let one of my brothers sweet-talk you away from me. If you need anything, let me know. I’m not letting you out of my sight,” I growled.
While none of my brothers would harm her, that didn’t mean they wouldn’t do their best to get her into their arms and then into their beds.
The bastards weren’t without seduction techniques and sex appeal.
If it were any other woman, I wouldn’t have thought twice about them doing it.
But this was Astrid, and my reaction to her and the thought of anyone touching her told the story.
I was hopelessly gone on her. Maybe I should send out a warning to the others.
Her nervous chuckle told me I’d taken her by surprise. “Mayhem, you make it sound as if your club brothers are a bunch of barbarians. I assure you. If any of them get out of line, I can handle them, though I do appreciate your offer.”
Relieving her of her bag, I put it over my shoulder that wasn’t attached to the arm holding her to my side. I nudged her to get us walking. As we made our way down the hallway, I noticed the earlier drone of voices in the common room was gone. Has everyone gone outside?
“Astrid, my brothers would never harm you. But they sure wouldn’t hold back from sweet-talking you into sex. I’ll make sure to warn them to forget that shit,” I told her.
“You’re assuming a lot, Mayhem. However, you’ve made me feel good, so thank you. Where are your trunks? Or are you staying out of the water?”
I chose to let our more serious conversation settle. Later, I’d see if she might be open to hearing what I had to say about the two of us.
“I’ve got mine on under my jeans. I can strip at the pool. Do you need this bag, or should we drop it in the car?”
“Oh, take it with us. It contains my towel and sunblock. I’ll need to apply it. I forgot to do it while I was changing.”
“No worries. I’ll help you,” I purred.
I watched her gulp, and her eyes widened.
She was quiet as I guided her out of the clubhouse and then across the expanse of ground that lay between the clubhouse and the pool.
Directly behind the main building was our picnic slash barbecue area.
There were not only grills and a smoker, but also several patio sets and picnic tables.
Umbrellas were set up to give shade. Before the pool was the kids’ playground, which had every jungle gym item imaginable.
The playground was empty at the moment because the kids were at the pool.
For safety reasons, we had it fenced in.
Entering it, I noted the kids were in the smaller kiddie pool.
Adults were seated in loungers, at tables surrounding the deck area, or in the water.
Those with kids were with them, keeping an eye on their offspring.
Guiding Astrid to a nearby chair, I dropped her bag on it.
“This one can be ours. Before we go in, get your sunscreen out,” I more or less demanded.
She studied me for a few moments, then dug into her bag. When her hand came out holding the tube, I took it from her.
“How can I apply it if you take it?” she asked me.
“Easily. You stand there and let me apply it. You can’t reach your back, and you don’t want to burn. I’ll do you if you’ll do me,” I said softly.
Her cheeks turned pink, but to my surprise, she didn’t object. Instead, she said back in what sounded like a sultry voice, “That sounds like a deal. Get started.” She removed her cover-up.
As I applied the sunscreen, I marveled at how soft her skin felt.
Her body gave off the most enticing scent, and I knew it wasn’t perfume.
It was her. I had to fight not to let my fingers slip underneath the edges of her suit as I applied the lotion to her upper legs, below her ass cheeks, along her leg creases in front, and to her upper chest. I dipped my fingers into each of the openings created by the U-rings.
I bit back a groan when I saw her belly ring winking at me.
Her right shoulder blade bore a tattoo of the Super Hornet fighter jet she had flown.
Underneath it were the words Poseidon’s Fury.
I ran my finger across it. “What does Poseidon’s Fury mean?” I asked.
The fact that she had some ink made me want to explore and see what else she may be hiding under her suit. And the desire to see my name on her skin hit me.
She shivered and then looked over her shoulder at me. “My squadron was called that. We all got this tattoo when we were on leave a couple of years ago.”
“It has to be a helluva rush to fly one of those jets. The adrenaline has to be unbelievably high.”
“You have no idea. God, there’s nothing like it. A lot of pilots act like they’re God. I hate it, but no wonder when you consider what we do in one of those. Up in the sky, you do feel like you’re God,” she murmured.
“It kind of feels that way when I’m riding my bike, so I think I can imagine. It would be an incredible rush.”
“Your talk of riding this time and the other time has made me eager to find out if they’re comparable,” she admitted.
“You tell me when, and I’ll take you, babe.”
“I’ll let you know.”
Reluctantly, I rubbed the last bit into her arms, then announced. “You’re all covered. Remember that we’ll need to reapply it in two hours. Now, it’s my turn.”
Astrid took the tube from me and then watched as I tugged my T-shirt off.
I heard her swift intake of breath. I pretended not to hear it, but it was hard not to smirk.
I wanted her to be affected by my body. And while it might sound conceited, I knew that my body was attractive to women.
Enough had told me so. My arms, chest, and back were covered in tattoos.
I wasn’t solidly covered like some people were, but I had several.
I worked hard to stay physically fit, and my muscles showed it.
Not wasting time, I undid my jeans, but before shoving them down, I took off my shoes.
Since I wasn’t riding, and I knew we’d be in the pool, I’d worn my favorite pair of flip flops.
Shaking them off my feet, I pushed my jeans down, being careful not to take my swimming trunks with them.
Stepping free of the denim, I leaned over to snag them up and lay them on the chair with her bag.
Turning to face her, I held my arms out slightly from my sides. I smiled at Astrid.
“I’m all yours. Slather me up, babe.”
Instead of her starting on the front side, she walked around me and began at the back of my neck.
I had to fight back my groans that wanted to be released.
The feel of her hands on my body caused me to harden.
I tried to think of something else, but it was no good.
And there was no way in hell I’d ask her to stop.
If I had my way, we’d both be naked and rubbing our bodies together like cats.
I knew the moment she realized I was turned on when she finished with my backside and circled to the front. Her swift inhalation of air and the redness that stained her cheeks, along with her dilated pupils, shouted it. I shrugged.
“Baby, I can’t help it. Your touch is enough to revive a dead man.”
Astrid went to step away from me. I grasped her wrist. “Don’t. If you do, there will be kids asking their parents what’s wrong with Uncle Mayhem’s shorts. What does he have in them?” I teased.
“Mayhem, shh, stop it. You’re making it worse. God, I can’t put this on you. Not with that… sticking out,” she hissed, as she gestured toward my crotch.
“Just ignore it,” I murmured.
“Who can ignore that?” she muttered.
I was well endowed by most standards, and my cock was perked up like a soldier standing at attention. I let go of her wrist and placed both hands in front of my bulging trunks. “There, that’s as good as I can get. Finish. Maybe the cooler water will help.”
I wanted to laugh as she hurriedly swiped sunscreen all over me.
Though when she was covering my chest, her finger lingered on my tattoos and the grooves in my muscles.
When she finished, I was close to begging for her to put her hand down my trunks and touch me.
A two or three-stroke hand job would be enough to make me blow.
As I thought that, an image flashed through my head of her kneeling there and taking my cock down her throat. I groaned.
“What?” she asked.
“In the water. Now,” I growled.
Snatching her up in my arms, I raced us to the pool.
We were on the deeper end, so without missing a beat, I jumped in feet first, holding her in my arms. Her shocked shriek caused heads to turn and people to laugh and cheer us on.
After she got over the surprise of it, she slapped the water, drenching my face.
“You almost gave me a heart attack, Mayhem! I hope this water cools you off.”
“Calm down, Tiger. You don’t want to incapacitate me permanently, do ya?”
“Why would I care?” she asked flippantly.
I hauled her flush against me. Astrid was breathing heavily, and her pupils were blown wide. I slid my hands down to rest at the top of her ass cheeks. It was technically her lower back.