Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 47615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
“Could we just get take out or something?” Abby asks, looking like she’s forgotten all about wanting her stale old dad hidden away in his own house for the whole weekend.
“Sure, you girls can order anything you want,” I remark.
“I mean you too, Dad,” Abby says. “Why don’t we all just forget about the stupid job and try to enjoy ourselves?” she finally concludes aloud.
“Us girls can do our girly things once the old retired man goes to bed,” she jokes, regaining some of her usual sass.
“Sure,” I agree, but glancing over to Jen, I’m not so sure she does so much.
And once Abby suggests a game of pool volleyball, she regains her good mood and doesn’t waste time in showing some more of her trademark sassiness.
“Two against one, Dad,” she informs me as I set up the net. Instantly gravitating towards Jen’s side of the pool.
“And the loser pays for dinner,” Abby adds, poking her tongue out.
“Sounds fair,” I chuckle, but it’s okay.
I know at least that way, I can watch Jen in motion without having to steal little glances at her instead.
My prediction turns out to be right. And Jen’s about as good at pool volleyball as I am.
Or is it that we just can’t seem to take our eyes off of each other, not the ball? Hmmm.
It’s almost sundown by the time Abby’s had enough. But after watching Jen jumping up and down for so long, I’m going to need some time before I can get out of the pool.
My dick’s so hard it’s poking out the top of my shorts. Impossible to hide if I get out of the water.
“I’ll put the pool lights on,” Abby chirps, leaving the pool first.
Yeah. Great idea, thanks, Abs…
So much for me hiding my shame under semi-dark water.
I think Jen catches on or prefers the sunset version of the water we’ve got.
“Can we leave them off, Abby? It’s kinda cool the way it is,” she calls over to her bestie.
Abby shrugs and turns about-face, her nose buried in her phone before she wraps herself in a towel and heads inside.
I move to pack up the net, meeting Jen at the edge of the pool as I start to unscrew the clamp.
“Hi,” she whispers.
“Hi,” I echo back, suddenly feeling shy. Nervous even.
“Water’s pretty cold now,” she observes, and I nod. Trying to focus on unhooking the net, but it gets tangled.
“You always suck at volleyball?” Jen asks, making me chuckle.
I can see where Abby gets her extra helping of sass if she’s ever short of it.
“Yeah,” I admit. Kind of bending the truth.
I’ve always been an ace in and out of the water.
I was off my game today because of Jen, and I think she knows it.
Once the net between us comes down, she moves forward to help me with it, but it slips from my wet hands.
She’s taken a big step into deeper water, and her hands reach out in front of her. Resting flat on my chest, my hands cupping her elbows. I feel her tense up for a second but then shiver.
Her little gasp turns into a soft mew as my fingers slide up her arms a little.
My instinct is to pull her close. Just grab her and let her feel for herself what she does to me.
But trying to keep it light, I go for humor instead.
“Do you always suck at packing up the net?” I ask, smiling, meaning it as a joke.
But Jen frowns, her brow creasing.
She tenses up again and moves back from me.
“I mean… I….”
Shit.
Too Late. Nice going, fuckhead.
“I’m just kidding, Jen,” I explain quickly. “I think you’re…I think you’re amazing.” I rasp, stifling a groan.
Realizing just how much I suck at telling people how I feel.
She moves closer to me again, and my hands gravitate to her body, brushing her chest, and making her shiver a breath.
I make a low sound, and once her hands are on my bare chest again, moving down further as she moves closer, I feel like I’m about to burst.
I feel my body shiver, too, both of our hearts pounding. I watch her face moving closer to mine.
Her smooth hand, finding the tip of my helm that’s flat against my belly, makes her whimper.
“Jen,” I whisper, knowing I can’t stop it now. This couldn’t mean anything else.
But I have to ask her.
I have to know. And for more than just my own curiosity.
I guess I need to know as a man.
“Tell me you want this,” I rasp. “Tell me I’m not losing my mind, imagining this thing between us.”
She tries to speak, but her eyes are shining with arousal. Her mouth moves in the shape of a kiss instead of words.
And taking the hint, I lean down, forgetting all about Abby even. All about the fact that this is her best friend.