Chapter 11 #2
Spotting the black-and-white leather football tucked on the shelf, a leftover from last summer’s drunken cousins-versus-cousins scrimmage, I snatch it up.
If she laughs, great. If she throws it, even better.
I want to see her play again. Move again.
Laugh again with me. She has a competitive side. I want to challenge her again.
The breeze bites a little as I step out. It’s warm by East Coast spring standards, but the Atlantic is still more punishment than pleasure this time of year.
By the time I catch up, she’s already out on the sand, the wind tangling her dark hair into chaotic ribbons away from her face.
Her toned body glistens gold in the sun.
My cock jumps, not quite ready for another round, but my balls are quickly filling back up.
Her arms lift to tame her hair, elongating her body.
Creating more lines for me to draw. I’ve memorized her in a hundred different ways already.
What I wouldn’t give to have a photo of this. I would snap it without her knowing. I’ve done it to many girls in the past. But that would certainly be a massive fuck up. An invasion of privacy. An enormous betrayal of her trust in me. In us.
I can’t risk it.
I won’t.
She’s facing the ocean, feet planted, toes covered in sand. I sneak up behind her. Pressing my body against her back, wrapping the towels around both of us. My cock fits perfectly into the top of her ass. It couldn’t be more perfect.
She shivers against me. My arms tighten, sharing my warmth.
“I brought back up,” I murmur, raising the football for her to see.
She laughs softly, tilting her head back.
“Let me guess. You want me to teach you how to throw?”
There’s that competitive spirit. As if she could teach me anything about sports. I grew up playing everything. Coming from a larger family, it’s a basic Hamptons summer to play if we’re all on the front lawn of the compound. Not to mention being the star quarterback in prep school.
“Only if you promise to go easy on me, Coach.”
She hums, thoughtful.
“You didn’t go easy on me inside.”
I snort.
“We obviously have two definitions of easy. I was making love to you then.”
Her grin flashes, wicked and rare.
“Oh, pretty boy, you have so much to learn about lovemaking.”
She means it as an insult, and I take it as one. Game on, Babs.
“Then show me your ways, my little sinner.”
My cock is hard, pushing into her. If she keeps this banter up, she won’t be playing with any other balls but my own. She suddenly breaks out of my arms, snatches the football out of my hands, and races across the beach.
I’m mesmerized watching Babs Barrett run naked, her privates on display and bouncing with her fucking steps.
My cock watches in amazement too. Wanting to be right back inside her.
I lied about my staff not worrying about this.
Her actions might raise an eyebrow. I’d never tell her though.
I’d never ruin the freedom she’s finding with me.
Thank God for air-tight NDAs.
I race after her, eating up the sand in no time, until I grab her around the middle. She shrieks in surprise, smiling so big my chest might burst with pride. The football slips from her hand when I lift her into my arms.
“Not the water,” she screams, crawling all over me to avoid the icy ocean.
She thrashes in my arms, twisting and laughing and cursing all at once. It only makes me grip her tighter. Lift her higher as I charge toward the ocean. The wind howls against us.
The waves crash against my legs. She gasps as the first icy spray hits her skin. I suck in my stomach. My lungs clamp shut. The shock of the Atlantic bites deep into my bones, but I keep going.
This wild, spur-of-the-moment thought is everything I want.
One more step and I plunge us in. The world goes silent beneath the water.
A rush of cold. Her nails dig into my shoulders.
My body is stabbed with a thousand pins and needles from the icy ocean.
We break the surface together, gasping, tangled, completely freezing.
“Oh my god,” she sputters, her hands pushing back soaked strands of hair. Her eyes blaze with disbelief. “You are absolutely ridiculous.”
She’s shivering and radiant. Her lashes are heavy with water, and whatever makeup she had on is gone.
I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
It hits me square in the chest. Sure, I’ve been with lots of women.
Too many, if you ask anyone. But I’ve never felt like this.
Never felt drawn to and scared of someone at the same time.
She’s completely dismantled me. I’m in pieces trying to figure out my next move, which is not something I can recall struggling with.
Yet, she is not like any of the women who have come before her. She’s different. Not just because she’s my best friend’s mom, a thought I keep pushing out of my mind. No, she’s elegant. Aloof yet warm and friendly in her own way. A kaleidoscope of vibrant colors unseen by most of the world.
In a weird way, I’m privileged to see it. Honored to be a part of it. But something else pokes at my consciousness that’s beyond respect for her. Something that bothers me more than comforts.
She splashes me straight in the face.
“You’re going to pay for this, pretty boy.”
More water is thrown in my face, snapping me out of my strange feelings. Back to the here and now.
“I brought towels, but you never said anything about keeping you dry.”
Her attack is relentless. Smiling at my misery. It’s war after that. I lunge, but she twists away, laughing now. Unfiltered and fierce. The sound of a woman who’s stopped holding herself back. Who’s truly living.
Holy mother of sin.
It wrecks me.
We chase each other in and out of the waves, arms tangled, mouths brushing, the surf swirling around us like we’re the only two people in the ocean. Right now, on my private beach, we are. No one in their right mind would dare come out here and play in the water as we have.
And when she finally slows, when her body melts into mine with one last sigh of surrender. I wrap my arms around her waist, and she wraps her legs around mine.
“I just wanted to see you like this. Free and happy.”
She doesn’t answer with words. She kisses me instead, tasting of saltwater and something real. Something that makes my cock hard and my chest soft, and I don’t know how to handle it.