Chapter 26 #3
I needed something to drink. I reached over for Bower’s water, the cold condensation on the outside of the glass calling my name.
He turned just enough that when I reached over for his water, the fronts of our bodies came together.
There was a bit of distance between us, our frames only touching when we both deeply inhaled at the same time.
My breasts to his chest, his abs to my…not-so abs.
We were both breathing heavily. Maybe it was because of how fast I was drinking his water.
I swallowed gulp after gulp with every inhale I took.
Bower locked eyes with me as I drank, every pull from the straw making my cheeks sink in.
He swallowed as he stared, making his Adam’s apple bob up and down.
The water ran out, my pulls from my straw making loud slurping noises.
Bower’s mouth fell open. “I told you not to do that, Mia.”
The straw left my lips as I opened them, my body frozen against the railing.
“It gives me too many ideas of what you could be doing with that mouth of yours.”
I tried to set the glass down on the railing, but it slipped out of my hands, wobbling back and forth, threatening to fall over the edge. “I’ve never…” I trailed off, immediately regretting my word choice.
Had the straw sucking been too sexual? After a day on the lake with Bower, the water had tasted really good. But according to my friends—who weren’t really my friends—I didn’t know how to take a blow-job shot, much less give an actual blow job that involved sucking and…
“Shhhh…” He brought his fingers to my lips, letting them fall, pulling my lower lip with them. “Don’t get in your head.”
Bower let go of my hand, my palm suddenly cold without him there, and wrapped his around the back of my head, cradling the bottom of my skull.
“You don’t know what you do to me, Mia.” He pulled me in close against him, letting my stomach feel the erection in his shorts.
It nestled in against me, warm, pulsing ever so slightly.
My breath hitched. I looked down between our bodies before looking back up at his face. It was trained on mine, studying it, looking for signs that I was okay.
I had his full attention, wrapping my hands around the back of his neck, letting my body fall into his. This was what I wanted.
“I think I know,” I murmured. I tilted my head ever so slightly, an invitation that Bower readily accepted.
The word “Fuck” left his lips before they crashed onto mine, his hand on the back of my head keeping our mouths pressed together.
Bower tilted his head slightly, his tongue pressing against my closed lips, bargaining for entrance.
I pulled him closer with my hands around his neck, opening my mouth, our tongues meeting, playing with one another.
I sunk my teeth into his bottom lip. Bower groaned, opening his mouth to devour me whole.
It could have been minutes or hours—time wasn’t timing.
It was just Bower and me on a deck in the dark, with a few tiki torches for light.
Steady clapping coming from the deck and getting closer met my ears and broke up the moment. Our mouths fell apart, the chilly night air stinging my now raw lips.
“Congratulations! It’s about time!” Gill continued clapping as he approached, drawing the attention of the rest of the bar goers.
My face instantly flushed. I looked up at Bower to see his reaction, his eyes still locked on me, on my lips.
They felt puffy and swollen. How long had we been making out?
It hadn’t been a sweet innocent kiss; it’d been a release of the accumulation of feelings that had been there since we were young.
By the look on Bower’s face, it had only released some of the pressure inside of him.
His pupils were still dilated, his breathing was still heavy.
His chest pushed against my breasts as it rose and fell.
There was now a pulsing between my legs, tension that Bower had built up yet hadn’t helped me with.
After watching him all day in his backward hat, manning the boat, holding my hand like I was his, the kiss had made it worse.
I clamped my thighs together, hoping to quell the feeling. That did nothing to help me.
“Sorry—I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Gill held his hands up in the air like we had pointed a knife at him. Maybe my eyes were throwing daggers. The kiss had been good. I didn’t want it to stop.
I revised my previous statement: All I needed to be happy was sunsets, drinks, and Bower’s lips on mine.
Bower’s hand found mine and gripped it with the same intensity he had all day, like he wasn’t going to let me get away. He adjusted his pants before motioning to his grandpa to follow, and we made our way back to the boat.
Gill sat in the back of the boat with both of his arms relaxed across the tops of the long stretch of seats. Once we left the no-wake zone, Bower pushed the throttle, letting the boat go. I angled the passenger chair so that I was facing forward, watching the lake fly underneath us.
There were hardly any boats on the lake at this time of night. The ones that were out there were lit up just like our boat was, red lights on the left and green on the right.
Bower’s boat slid over the top of the water. The lake was glassy and smooth. The stars were putting on a show tonight in the cloudless sky, letting their twinkling lights flicker down on the lake. The hum of the motor, the stars in the sky, and the wind blowing on my face hypnotized me.
“Bower! Slow down!” Gill’s voice cut through the trance I was in. I looked over at Bower, who pulled his eyes away from me, pulling back the throttle and slowing the boat. No-wake buoys bobbed in the illegal waves the boat had made before he slowed down. “Keep your eyes on the lake, boy.”
I looked down at my feet and tried to stop the smile that pulled at my lips. Hearing Bower being scolded like he was thirteen all over again by Gill, who was currently half the size of him, was priceless. Bower shook his head, looking over at me, a smile pulling at his lips too.