Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
All three nod their acceptance and take my words at face value. “It’s hot as hell. Let’s hit the pool.” Brooks throws an arm over my shoulder, and we all file outside.
“Last one in pays for the pizza!” Sterling shouts as he takes off running and cannonballs into the water.
Soon after, we’re all rushing to shed our shirts and make sure our phones are out of our pockets before diving in.
“Too slow, big brother,” Sterling boasts, pointing at Orrin. “Looks like dinner’s on you.”
“I hope things are going well at the body shop,” Declan calls out. “You should never let me order when I’m starving.”
“Like I’m not used to it. Hell, the five of us can eat a large all on our own, and then the girls will probably split one. That’s six.”
“I ordered eight, just to be safe.” Declan smirks.
Orrin grumbles under his breath, but it’s all in good fun. He’s the oldest of nine, and you would never know it when they all get together. Even the twins, Maverick and Merrick, who just graduated this year, all seem so close in age when they’re together. I spent a lot of time at their house growing up. Carol and Raymond Kincaid have more patience than any other parents I’ve ever met.
“Incoming!” Palmer calls out as she comes running toward the pool. We barely have time to move out of the way before she’s splashing into the water. “Ramsey, get your ass in here,” my sister calls out for her best friend.
I turn and see Ramsey smiling, shaking her head at my sister's antics. She makes it to the edge of the pool and sits, sticking her feet in the water. I swim to where she’s sitting and run my hand over her leg that’s underwater.
“Are you not getting in?” I ask her.
“Oh, uh, yeah, maybe later.”
“Ramsey.”
“Deacon,” she sasses, and my cock is instantly hard.
“Tell me why you’re not swimming.”
“I just,” she starts to feed me some bullshit line, but that’s not who we are. She set the rules, and now she has to abide by them.
“I need your words, sweetheart. Your truth,” I remind her.
“I’m not used to swimming in crowds. I’ve gained a little weight since I’ve been here, and I just… don’t want to take my cover-up off just yet.”
“No.” I move in closer, positioning myself between her legs, and wrap my arms around her waist. “You’re perfect. They played with your emotions, but baby, that’s not going to happen here. Your family is here, and Palmer, and it’s just me. If you think there is anything underneath this sheer piece of black fabric that I don’t want to set my eyes on, you are sorely mistaken.”
“It’s hard to push them out of my head. I’m doing better. It’s just times like these that I remember words that were said, and I revert to that girl.”
“You were never that girl. That’s who they wanted you to be. The only person I want you to be is Ramsey. You have to decide who that is. If you truly don’t feel comfortable, I won’t pressure you, but don’t let something those assholes said to you keep you from having a good time.”
She nods and gives me a smile that’s forced and doesn’t reach her eyes.
“You’re beautiful, Ramsey. Not just your body, but your heart and your mind. Don’t let them keep holding you back. Be you.” I pause, giving her time to process what I just said. “Now, tell me, do you want to swim?”
“I do. I love to swim.” This time her smile is brighter.
“Take this off,” I say gruffly, pulling at the sheer black cover-up hiding her body from me. “I want to see you.” I move back, giving her the space she needs. I dip under the water to cool myself off. Not from the heat of the sun, well, that too, but from being so close to her. When I emerge, she’s sitting on the edge of the pool in a black bikini.
I’m moving before I can think better. I grip her hips and pull her into the water with me. Luckily, it’s only about five feet where we are, and I can stand because she wraps her legs around my waist.
“So fucking sexy.” My voice is raspy even to my own ears.
“They’re watching us,” she says, burying her head in my neck.
“Does that bother you?” She doesn’t answer, so I ask her again, “Ramsey, does it bother you that they’re watching us?”
Slowly, she pulls away and lifts her head. Her blue eyes are brighter than the sky over our heads. Instead of giving me her words, she leans in slowly and presses her lips to mine. The kiss is brief, and it speaks volumes. She took what she wanted. She made a choice for herself. Not because she thought it was what I wanted, but because it was what she wanted.