Chapter Six
I struggled to go back to sleep after I listened to Sophie get herself off next to me. There was a part of me that was thankful I didn’t wake up with wet underwear again, but the sounds of her gasps and little moans are going to play on repeat all day.
Please come inside mereplays over and over in my head. I want to come inside her. I want to stretch her little pussy with my cock and fill it with my cum, but I can”t. The amount of thoughts I have about her are already shameful.
Glancing over at her sleeping form, I memorize the curves of her body. She’s perfect, every inch of her. I want to run my hands all over, and become familiar with the softness of her body. I bet if I pulled her into my chest, she would fit perfectly.
My heart skips a beat at the thought. Sometimes people move in their sleep, that’s perfectly normal. It’s plausible that I rolled over and slung my arm over her unconsciously. Licking my lips, I shift onto my side and scoot closer. I align myself behind her where her luscious ass rests in the groove of my groin and I slide my arm over her waist.
Staying still for a few minutes, my hand hangs limply on her stomach. When I’m positive that she wasn’t jostled awake by me spooning her, I inch up her chest. I palm her breast, nearly groaning at the weight of it in my hand. I want to turn her onto her back, pull up her tank top and suck on her hard nipples.
When I’m confident that she’s still deeply asleep, I let go over her perfect mound and trail my hand down. I slip into her panties and cup her sex, letting out a sharp breath when I feel how wet she still is. My fingers skim over her folds, not playing the way I wish I could. Pulling my hand out, I suck on my fingers and my cock jerks against her ass at her tangy taste. I squeeze my eyes shut, fighting the urge to not roll her over and fuck her while she sleeps.
It takes a few minutes but I calm down enough to cup her breasts again and press against her tighter. I’m not going to touch her further; I stay like this for a while, enjoying the warmth of her body pressed on me. When the morning lights starts to peek through the blinds, I slowly slide away from her. A strange loss aches in my chest, like I am pulling away from where I am meant to be. But it’s not long before Sophie stirs awake. Her sleepy eyes blink as she stretches, and she looks over at me.
“Morning,” she mumbles.
“Good morning.”
She rolls her neck as she sits up, keeping the sheet tucked up over her chest. “What time are we leaving?”
“Wanna take the day to rest and not be cramped inside a car? They seem to have a nice pool downstairs,” I say. I don’t think I could spend a whole day cramped in a car with her. The temptation to touch her might be too great. Some space would be best for both of us.
She smiles, looking excited about the idea. “Yeah, that sounds fun. The only problem is that I don’t have a swimsuit. I didn’t think to pack one.”
“We could go buy some,” I offer. Even though she’s worried about money for our room, it’s not a worry of mine.
Her head tilts as if she’s thinking about it before she shakes it. “No, it’s okay. I have extra underwear. Unless you want to go buy some?”
I don’t have swim shorts either, but I selfishly want to see her in her bra and undies. I decline the store and offer to grab us some breakfast instead.
Sophie smiles. “I’ve always wanted breakfast in bed.”
“Well, lay back down. I’ll bring you some,” I say, standing and stretching. I can feel her eyes drag down my body. I don’t go to the gym as often as I’d like, but I know I’m fit enough to still look good.
Grabbing my sweats and a shirt, I look back at her as she buries herself back in the sheets. The only thing missing from this picture is a mess of freshly fucked hair and a flushed face.
***
Sophie comes out in a tight white sports bra and red boy shorts. I can feel the drool leaking out of my mouth the longer I watch her rub sunscreen over her skin. I swallow the excess saliva gathering, stand, and dive into the pool to hide the bulge that’s growing in my black briefs.
The harsh cold of the water is perfect for cooling down the rampant arousal burning inside my body. I feel like a goddamn pervert with the way I can’t look away, the indecent thoughts I can’t contain, the urge I couldn’t overcome as I touched her last night. I swim to the other side, leaning against the wall of the pool as I use my hand to shield my eyes from the sun.
Sophie sits on the edge I just leaped from, swinging her feet slowly in the water.
“You get used to it pretty fast. Jump in,” I tell her.
Her nose crinkles, and it’s so cute that something in my chest warms at the sight. I exhale slowly, hating how visceral my reactions are to her.
“Do you know how gross pool hair is?”
I roll my eyes. “Isn’t that what showers are for?”
Sophie waves her hand. “You’re a man. You don’t understand.”
Swimming slowly, I smirk as her eyes narrow and her red-painted finger is pointed at me. “Don’t you dare, Wyatt!”
Before she scrambles away, I grab onto her legs and toss her over my shoulder towards the center of the pool.
When she pops back up, I choke on the water. The white bra is nearly see-through. Her hard dusky pink nipples with silver rods and tiny red bejeweled ends on each side are visible for anyone to see.
“Fuck,” I cough out.
She glances down, a small blush forming on her cheeks, and she swims to the deeper side to keep her chest under the water. “Sorry. I didn’t think about it.”
I shake my head, forcing out nervous laughter. “It’s okay. Just wasn’t expecting it.”
“Maybe we should have gone out and grabbed some swimsuits,” she teases, kicking her feet so the water sprays near me.
Smiling, I grab her ankle and pull her back to me. My fingers curl over her shoulders and dunk her head under the surface. With a laugh, I swim away from her.
She pops back up, spluttering out water as she follows me. It’s a few splashes back and forth before we stop, treading water in the middle and floating on our backs to stare up at the sky. It’s probably the most carefree afternoon I’ve had in a while.
She splashes softly toward me with a smile. “Thanks for coming. I didn’t realize how lonely it could have been.”
“What happened to your dad?” I blurt out the question before I consider how rude it might be. But if Mary didn’t think about coming for her graduation, I wonder what happened to Sophie’s dad.
Her nose wrinkles, and she glances away before shrugging. “He got remarried when I was like three. He tried to kind of stay in my life till my stepmom got knocked up when I was five. Then it was all about his new family, and I was forgotten. I stopped answering the once-in-a-blue-moon phone calls when I was ten. He eventually stopped calling altogether.”
My heart aches at her confession. I want to pull her into my arms and hug her. But something else still bothers me. “I would think that would make you and your mom closer.”
Sophie flashes a sad smile, swimming away from me. “My mom…” She sighs as she settles onto one of the steps in the deep end. My eyes fall to her nipples poking out of the water again, but she seems to no longer be shy about hiding them.
“My mom was never a bad mom. She made sure I had everything I needed, but she was always too busy for me. Work, or her new boyfriends or her friends held her priority over me. And the days she wasn’t working… well let’s just say I would take the silence over the parties.”
I swim closer, dropping my arms on either side of her thighs. “That sounds like a lonely life.”
Her throat bobs as her big brown doe eyes stare down at me. “Sometimes.” Sophie sighs, her finger tracing up my forearm and to my elbow. “I got my first boyfriend at fourteen. We stayed together throughout high school. I wasn’t so lonely then.”
I hum a disgruntled agreement. “Yeah, I bet.”
She laughs softly. “I’m sure you have a long list of ex-girlfriends, looking the way you do.”
Raising an eyebrow, I roll my tongue over my bottom lip. “What way do I look?” I press my chest against her shins, my fingers brushing against her hip and running along the line of her shorts.
“Like you’re designed to be the epitome of every woman’s desire.”
A laugh barks out of my throat, and I shake my head. “Believe me. I wasn’t anyone’s crush in high school. I was a little chubby, had braces, and a really bad haircut.”
Her nose wrinkles. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
“I’m sure my mom has photos of it, much to my dismay and continued efforts to burn the evidence.”
“And she’ll gladly show them off?” She laughs.
I groan, flicking drops from my fingertips at her. “She would be delighted if I brought a girl home. Probably show you all my baby photos.”
Sophie’s eyebrows dip. “Brought a girl home? You haven’t introduced my mom to them?”
My heart skips a beat, and I still when I realize what I let slip. Clearing my throat, I move to push away from the step. But her fingers slide into my hair, combing it away from my face. It feels good, and I don’t want to pull away from her touch, so I stay.
“Uhh. No. They don’t know I’m married. Like I said, your mother and I kind of got married under the influence of alcohol,” I say.
She frowns. “I think if I got married, I would want a big wedding. Like a show of flowers and a dress and a big party.” Her fingers pause and her frown deepens. “Though I guess I wouldn’t have anyone to walk me down the aisle.”
God, this girl. This beautiful, broken girl just wants to be loved, and I want to be the one to love her. The only person standing in the way is her mother. Mary seemed like a good time at first, but I can see the calculating, manipulative actions behind her eyes. The day after we got married, I called my family’s lawyer to ensure all my assets were locked up tight. I knew he was even looking into the annulment of the marriage altogether. At first, I just made the dumbass mistake of partying with the wrong people, but now I wonder if she was meant to lead me to Sophie.
The night Mary mentioned that her twenty-two-year-old daughter was driving across the country alone had fueled a rage inside me that I didn’t understand at the time. I couldn’t fathom letting my daughter drive alone like that, not after the multitude of criminal documentaries I’ve watched and the way women are targeted. I don’t even think my mother would let me drive alone simply because she would love to go on a road trip with me. That was the first time I looked at my supposed wife in disgust. How could someone be so cold, so careless to their own flesh and blood?
“You could always do an intimate ceremony,” I tell Sophie, thinking about how I would want to marry her. “A pretty flower arch in the sand, just a few chairs in front of it looking out at the ocean. You and your groom can walk down the aisle together, the start of your journey as a joined couple.”
Sophie’s eyes brighten. “I really like that idea.”
I smile. “Then that’s what you should do.”
She bites down on her plump bottom lip, her fingers pausing where they’re still combing back my hair. “What would you do if you could redo your wedding?”
My fingers dig into her hips, and I swallow. “I think I like the beach.”
A shaky breath escapes her throat, and her eyes drift to my mouth. I know what she’s thinking, it’s the same thing I want to do. When she starts to lean down, I push away from her.
“We can’t,” I mutter, hoping she can see how desperately I want it on my face.
Sophie blinks, as if not realizing I had pulled away from her so fast. Then her pouty mouth turns down. “I’m not crazy. I know you can feel this between us.”
“I’m married to your mom,” I state. A reminder of why nothing can happen between us.
She shakes her head. “But you want me.”
“It doesn’t matter what I want, Sophie.”
Her nostrils flare. “It matters to me.”
I exhale a sigh of frustration. “Then yes, I want you. But there’s nothing we can do about it, okay? This, whatever this is between us, can never happen.” At least not at this moment, but perhaps when I achieve what I want.
There’s no missing the smile that flirts on her lips, but she doesn’t say anything else. Instead, she pushes off the step and swims to the other side to get out of the pool without another glance in my direction. It leaves me in a weird limbo of confused feelings. I half-expected her to beg me. I’m not sure if I’m thankful or disappointed she didn’t.