Chapter 13 #2
They couldn’t see him, but he could clearly see them, so he paused to watch.
His eyes had been pulled to Sarah immediately, to her wet skin glistening in the light.
And there was a lot of skin to glisten because, Jesus, she was wearing very little: a bikini top tied with straps no bigger than skate laces and bottoms that barely covered the crack of her ass.
What little fabric there was clung to her and outlined her contours.
He needed little imagination to calculate how well her perfect ass cheeks would fit in his hands.
Shit!
He closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to dislodge the image from his brain.
He did not need to be picturing himself fondling his buddy’s sister’s gorgeous ass.
Scratch that. Her ass is. Not. Gorgeous.
Too bad his stirring dick wasn’t buying it.
He willed it to calm the fuck down, envisioning a pissed-off Gage and how messed up their line chemistry would be if Quinn pulled anything.
And though he knew, he knew, he shouldn’t be ogling Gage’s sister, that’s exactly what he continued doing. Couldn’t tear his eyes away, especially when her movements caused her cute booty to jiggle enticingly.
The light winked off again, and more giggling followed. A thought pierced his lust-ridden brain. He should be helping because, at the rate they were going, Sarah was going to end up on that beautiful ass of hers while his mother slipped back under the water.
After rearranging his clothes, he flipped on the deck lights and stepped outside, leaning forward to disguise his obvious problem.
Sarah’s head jerked, and two pairs of wide eyes landed on him.
Then they both dissolved in laughter again.
His gaze bounced around the perimeter of the hot tub, taking in towels, an empty bottle of wine, and two glasses.
They’re hammered!
“What’s going on out here?” He was struggling to keep amusement from his voice. These two did not need any encouragement.
Sarah wheeled and faced him, and before he could stop himself, his eyes took a quick tour of her wet body, landing back on her grinning face.
Jesus, the girl was smoking hot! Not that he hadn’t suspected it, but here, with her facing him, her fully displayed ample assets would not be denied a starring role in his dirty mind.
Sleek, toned legs, a flat stomach that hinted at a lady six-pack.
Breasts bigger than expected—because damn if they weren’t spilling out of her skimpy top—with beaded nipples imprinting the triangles of fabric laughingly called a swimsuit top.
Everything was arranged in one hell of a perfect package.
He blew out a breath—praying she couldn’t see the surging tent in his shorts—and willed himself to keep his eyes fixed on hers. Not wander anywhere below her chin. Yeah, he could do that. Absolutely. Maybe.
She smirked as if she knew exactly the effect she was having on him.
“Your mom and I …” She paused to laugh some more while his mom snorted in the background.
“Your mom and I decided to socially distance out here with a bottle of wine. We stayed six feet apart”—she slid her eyes upward as if pondering—“mostly. We also figured the heat would kill off any viruses.”
Hysterical, his mom banged her hand against the hot tub’s edge. Rolling his eyes, he crossed his arms over his chest. “Do you need my help to get her out?”
“Sure,” Sarah giggled. “I’ve been trying, but …”
“She can’t pull me out!” his mom hooted. “I’m too slippery!”
For Christ’s sake, these two were drunk as skunks. Suddenly, Sarah began to shiver, so he darted to the towels, grabbed one, and awkwardly tossed it over her shoulders. “Here.” He didn’t dare touch her.
She wrapped it around her body—thank fuck!—and he proceeded to help his mom out of the tub. Her limbs were a little floppy, so he reached in and hoisted her into his arms. Seemed easier.
“Ooh, look Sarah,” his mother said, “Just like Lord Lanternjaw in The Lady’s Lustful Lover.” Then she gave his shoulder a playful slap. “You’re sweeping the wrong one off her feet. You should be sweeping Sarah off her feet.”
No, I really shouldn’t. He muttered a PG curse and took his mom inside.
After depositing her, he stuck his head out the door again, looking anywhere and everywhere but directly at Sarah. “Uh, you good out here? Need any more help?”
She materialized right beside him, nearly shooting him out of his shorts. “No, I’m good. But thanks.” Her voice was on the breathy side.
He rolled his lips between his teeth and gave her a quick head bob before turning away.
The energy he’d spent during the workout was surging through his bloodstream once more, and he loped down his hallway, chased by his mother’s voice.
“I think we scared him. Let’s open another bottle of wine. ” More giggling ensued.
In his bedroom, he swiped the beanies from his nightstand and started tossing.
Goddamn, this shelter-in-place crap was going to kill him.
Couldn’t go out, couldn’t have anyone over.
Bottom line: couldn’t get laid. He definitely could use a good grinding fuck right about now.
Maybe it would bleach the image of somebody’s sister from his brain.
Despite his desire that Sarah stop messing with his mind, a picture of her in that nothing bikini played across his inner movie screen, and he missed one of his beanies.
It hit the carpet with a soft thud, followed by the other two.
He sighed as he picked them up and swapped them for his other phone. Facetime sex might keep him sane.
Closing and locking his bedroom doors, he toed off his shoes and plopped on the edge of the bed, where he turned on the phone and began scrolling through his contacts.
He imagined each woman as her name glowed on the screen.
Not a single one netted his interest. With a frustrated huff, he tossed his phone on the bed and yanked off his clothes.
He headed for the shower, where he planned to kill two birds with one stone: jerking off and getting cleaned up.
He turned on both spray heads in his shower-built-for-many and soaped himself up as hot water peppered his skin.
Sarah popped into his consciousness, so vivid he could’ve sworn she was standing in the shower with him.
As if he could reach out and run his soapy hands over her slick, wet skin.
Tease those tantalizing tits. Cup the softness between her thighs.
Kiss her lips and plunder her soft mouth.
Though he told himself to knock it off, his dick would have none of it. The urge was too powerful, and it took over. Fueled by an image of Sarah’s body in his brain, her lush mouth whispering erotic, dirty words in his ear, he came hard and fast.
Spent, he planted his palms against the shower walls to hold himself up, gasping in air. Jesus, what had happened? He couldn’t remember jacking off and coming like that before. As if something potent had taken possession and moved through his body.
He shook his head. The only reason the vivid vision of Sarah had blazed in his brain was because she was the closest fuckable female.
That had to be it. He could not, would not, let himself fantasize about her again.
She’s off-limits. Just get her out of your mind now.
Problem was, he wasn’t confident he could heed his own advice.