Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 130307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
She sat up just enough to let me slide in behind her, the massive tub fitting us easily as I lowered myself down. The water rose dangerously close to the top, but I didn’t care if it poured out and onto the floor. I wanted to be there with her — connected, touching, feeling.
Once I was settled, I pulled her flush against me.
And we both sighed.
It was like coming home, the way we melted into one another. No words were needed. Just being there together was enough.
Again, fear prickled the back of my neck, but I ignored it.
I couldn’t help the fact that I was already hard just at the sight of her, let alone the feeling of her slick body nestled up against mine. But I didn’t act on my impulse. Instead, I helped her relax into me, finding her shoulders with my hands and rubbing the tense muscles as she sighed and sank deeper into the water.
“That feels nice,” she whispered, a little moan escaping her when my thumbs worked into her rhomboids.
I kissed her hair, had a moment of panic for how easily that gesture came to me, and cleared my throat. “Rough night?”
“No, actually,” she said. “It was lovely. We played cards and had cake for Mom’s birthday.”
“But?”
She sighed. “But… yeah, I guess it was a rough night, in some ways.”
I swallowed, a moment of silence passing between us while I worked her shoulders and watched what I could see of her expression from this angle.
“Want to talk about it?”
It was something I shouldn’t have asked. While we clearly had crossed many of the original boundaries I’d made that first night in this very pool house, we had still been careful. Any time conversations ran a little too deep, one of us would change the subject or mount the other to turn our attention elsewhere.
Just like the no kissing rule, there was a reason I set the guideline that we couldn’t be friends.
Because friendship and fucking often felt a lot like a relationship. Sometimes, it felt a lot like love.
I knew from experience.
My heart thumped hard in my chest as I realized I asked because I wanted to, because whether I liked to admit it or not, Chloe was already my friend.
She was more than that.
God, she was so much more than that.
She was…
“No,” she answered, saving me from my spiral, from the panic gripping me hard by the throat.
She covered her hands with mine, moving them lower, beneath the water, until one was cupping her breast, and the other was slipping between her thighs.
“I want this.”
I groaned as she moved my hands the way she wanted, rubbing herself with me as her pawn.
I knew exactly what she needed — it was what I needed, too. Not words. Not therapy.
An escape.
Whatever stress coiled in my body from work, whatever pain was passing through Chloe after seeing her family tonight… we held the key to releasing it all, to finding relief, in just a single touch.
My cock twitched against her back as I cupped her hard between the legs, rubbing my palm against her under the water. The soapy suds added the perfect amount of lubrication for me to glide and slip, and Chloe let her head fall back on my shoulder, her eyes closing, mouth parting.
“Yes,” she breathed, bucking against my touch. Her hands reached behind her for me, twisting in my hair. “I love when you touch me, Will. I love the way your hands feel.”
I groaned at the sound of my name, at the breathless way she said it.
“Grab my throat,” she begged, squirming beneath my touch under the water.
“Fuuuuck.” The word dragged long and low out of me, and I kept one hand working between her thighs as the other slid up her chest until I could wrap my fingers around the column of her neck. “You like when I choke you, baby?”
“Yes,” she panted, wetting her lips. “Harder.”
I squeezed, just enough to make her whimper, to make the blood rush to her face. It was hot as fuck, and the way her pussy clenched around my middle finger told me it turned her on as much as it did me.
“You know who I really want to throttle?” I asked, squeezing a bit tighter. “Noah.”
She stilled under my touch, and then a soft laugh slipped through her lips. “Who?”
“The guy at your school,” I clarified. “The one the girls were talking about.”
Just saying this guy’s name made my entire body vibrate with jealousy. I’d done my best to put it out of my mind since the barbecue — especially because Chloe had never brought him up to me, and clearly, I was getting any spare time she did have.
But I’d be a lying sonofabitch if I said I didn’t think about it.
“I want you to date, Chloe,” I said, rubbing her neck with my thumb as I slid my finger deep inside her, out, and in again. She moaned at the touch, body slick and sliding against mine. “I want you to be happy. But, fuck, I don’t want to share you.”