Chapter 12 Twelve Inches #4
Preston let out a choked curse, shoving Becca forward on the chair. She faceplanted on the cushion as he lifted up a little, and the next second, I was staring straight at his cock as he shot his load over her back.
I was so stunned I just froze, halfway out of the pool, my hands braced on the edge and my elbows locked, my legs hanging into the water.
“Fuck,” Preston muttered again, grabbing Becca and jerking her back upright, hiding his dick and the mess he’d made on her back.
Her face was as frozen in shock as mine. She looked exactly like the emoji with the round eyes and the blushing cheeks. I would have laughed if I hadn’t just witnessed my friend ejaculating on her.
Our eyes met, and then her gaze swept over my body, and her face went pale. Preston was muttering something behind her, tucking himself away and wiping her back with a handful of fabric from her puffy skirt.
“Get off,” she cried, twisting around and shoving him back before jumping to her feet.
“I think he already did,” I muttered, finding my motor skills again.
“Dolly,” Devlin called behind me, and I heard him swimming toward me, but I didn’t want to see him right now.
I clambered out of the pool, feeling clumsy and more self-conscious than I ever had in my entire life.
Everyone was watching me, and I was nearly naked, all my cellulite and stretch marks probably highlighted by the pool lights from behind.
I didn’t even want to think about what Preston and Becca could see from the front, with my wet undergarments plastered to my body.
Becca looked like she was ready to kill me, and Preston looked like… Well, like he’d just cum on his date at the sight of me all dripping wet and as good as naked.
“You pig,” Becca screamed at Preston. “I can’t believe I ever slept with you. You can have your stupid necklace back!”
She jerked the necklace so hard it broke before flinging it at him.
I hurried to grab my dress, grateful that at least she’d taken the attention off me.
The next second, she stripped out of her dress, then unhooked her bra and threw it aside.
The guys in the pool started hooting and hollering, except for Devlin, who jumped out where I had.
Becca peeled off her underwear, bending to give Preston a full view from behind as she did, then turned and hurled her panties at him before jumping into the pool.
Everyone was yelling and laughing except Carmen, who was probably mad they’d all stopped trying to pull her in now that Becca had made a scene and was naked.
“What happened?” Devlin asked, grabbing my elbow as I struggled to pull my dress up over my wet thighs and over the embarrassing puff of my mound, the lips outlined in the wet fabric.
I glanced up to see Preston sitting there, his lips tight, waiting for my answer. His gaze was filled with conflicting emotions, and I quickly looked away.
“Exactly what you’d expect to happen when a bunch of drunk, high people start taking their clothes off. They got in a fight. Is it our turn now?”
Devlin sighed. “Look, I’m sorry. I was just having fun, playing around. I thought that’s what you wanted to do. You’re the one who took off your clothes first.”
“You’re right,” I said, finally getting my dress over my hips. “Nothing happened except exactly what I expected to happen.”
Devlin helped pull the straps over my arms and pulled my dress closed at the back, zipping me up like the perfect date. “There’s nothing going on between me and Lacey. We’re friends, just like you’re friends with my cousins.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, picking up another bottle of premixed margarita. “Just… Why her? You know how I feel about her.”
“You don’t like Lacey?” he asked, looking confused. “She’s one of your best friends.”
“I like her fine,” I said. “I just… She makes me insecure, okay?”
“Oh, Doll,” he said, taking my hand and pulling me in. “You’re my girlfriend, and I’m not a cheater. I would never do that to you. I promise. Okay?”
I couldn’t stay mad at him. I nodded. “Okay. I trust you.”
Preston, who was still on the chair a few feet off, snorted with laughter.
Devlin glared over my shoulder. “Why don’t you go get your guests some towels?”
“You know where they are,” Preston said, lying back in the chaise and starting to unbutton his shirt. “Get your lady a towel, Dev. I’m going swimming.”
They stared at each other for a second, and then Devlin turned back to me. “I’ll bring you one in a sec. Be right back?”
I nodded, and then thinking of Preston right there, decided to be a little spiteful back. I rose on tiptoes and gave Devlin a soft kiss. “Hurry back, baby. I’ll be waiting.”
Devlin gave my hip a squeeze and then trotted off toward the far end, where the pool house stood. Destiny and Colt went running past us the other way, their hands linked, laughter spilling from them as they raced into the house.
“What’s that about?” Preston asked, raising a brow as he slowly pulled open his shirt.
My pulse did a funny thing in the side of my neck. I knew Preston worked out with the team and at the boxing gym his dad owned, but dang. When had he filled out like that?
“Don’t even try to talk to me right now,” I said, tearing my eyes away and crossing my arms over my chest.
“What’d I do?” Preston asked.
“You’re an animal, like Becca said.”
He chuckled. “I’ve always been an animal, and it was never a problem before.”
He sat up straight, and while his shirt was open, his bowtie held it nearly closed at the neck, and something about the way he moved when he lifted to tug his shirt out of his pants… Suddenly, I felt flushed, like I’d drank too much and needed to get back in the pool or I’d start sweating.
“Hey,” Destiny called. I looked up and saw her and Colt waving from the balcony. “We’re going to jump. Someone get a video. I want to put it on my Tea.”
The Tea was a new app with videos, pictures, and easy sharing and reposting, so it was perfect for going viral.
Not many people around here used it, but Destiny was convinced it was going to be the next big thing, and she’d managed to get a decent following of people who used the app in other areas.
Carmen still hadn’t gotten in the pool. She went to grab her phone, so I turned back to Preston.
Good god. He was taking his entire shirt off now, and I needed to sit down before my knees gave out.
It wasn’t just the muscles. Devlin had those, too.
It was the way he moved, slowly shrugging the white shirt over his shoulders, sliding it down his arms in this effortlessly sensual way that made my pulse flutter in my throat and between my thighs at once.
“You wouldn’t even get me a towel,” I said, sinking onto the edge of my chair before I fainted dead away. When had Preston Darling gotten so damn hot?
“Yeah, I’m better at getting girls wet,” he said, standing and watching me as he slowly undid his belt. “Devlin can leave y’all dry.”
I couldn’t even speak. All the words were gone from my head as he slowly slid his belt from his pants, his eyes never leaving mine.
Dear lord, it was like he was doing a striptease just for me.
Which, by the way, I’d never thought would even be appealing, but now that it was happening, I was practically gagging with anticipation.
I heard the wet splat of clothes hitting the tile and looked over to see that Becca had convinced the two senior guys to throw their underwear out of the pool. Lacey was giggling hysterically and squealing that she absolutely couldn’t go skinny dipping.
Preston cocked a brow at me when I turned back. “Want to get back in?” he asked. “Looks like the dress code’s changed.”
“That would be a no,” I said. “Besides, Devlin’s bringing towels.”
A whoop interrupted us, and Colt came plunging into the pool from the balcony.
Preston undid his pants and hooked his thumbs into the top of them, a little smile forming on his lips like he knew I was literally salivating at the thought of him pulling his pants down.
What would he taste like?
The thought came quick and ridiculous, and I was grateful for the loud yell behind us when Destiny plunged into the pool. I was pretty sure I needed a napkin to catch the drool that was about to pour out of my mouth at the sight of my boyfriend’s cousin’s masculine, hard body towering over me.
This was so not good. I’d definitely had one too many drinks.
“You sure about that?” Preston asked, his voice going low, the smooth purr of it pouring over my skin and making heat shimmer along my thighs.
I spotted Devlin at the far end of the pool, a stack of towels in his arms, watching the others jump from the balcony. A senior guy had gone up, and he came cannonballing down with his bare ass showing. Everyone was laughing. Even I joined in clapping when he came up from the water.
When I turned back, Preston was still looking at me like he’d never stopped, like he didn’t care about anything happening right now except this. Like he didn’t want to look anywhere but me.
Destiny and Colt ran over and grabbed drinks, racing to chug the whole thing in one go before dashing back into the house.
A pang of jealousy went through me. I wondered what it would be like to feel so free, so wild and reckless, so invincible.
If her bra came off when she hit the water, she would just laugh.
She didn’t care what anyone thought. She was larger than life, and if anyone didn’t like it, she had no time to waste on them.
But I wasn’t Destiny.
I was Dolly Beckett. I couldn’t smoke pot around anyone I didn’t trust with my life because it could get out and ruin my father’s career when people started saying the mayor’s daughter was running wild.
I couldn’t jump off balconies or go skinny dipping for the same reason.
I had insecurities about everything from the size of my body to my overly feminine style to why I couldn’t make my boyfriend love me as much as I loved him.