Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 65683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
I needed to get out of my own head.
Maybe I’d make good use of the house hot tub. God knows it got its use during parties, but I hadn’t been in it in forever.
Mind made up and house empty, I grabbed a beer, stripped out of my practice clothes until I was completely naked, and walked outside, only to see Tru sitting in one of the lawn chairs reading.
Oh shit, she was going to think I was trying to get laid.
Just as I was going to turn around, she looked up.
And double shit.
I waved my beer at her.
She burst out laughing. “Um, skinny-dipping?”
Whatever, she’d seen the goods and experienced them multiple times. No shame and all that. I walked over to the hot tub and flipped off the lid, then sank down and let out a moan. “Sorry, I needed that, and no, I’m not skinny-dipping. It would be weird to call it skinny-dipping when you’re by yourself. I had a shit day, Dad won’t stop calling, and Brady’s an idiot.”
“But he’s a cute idiot,” she pointed out.
“He’s not cute. Don’t ever call him cute, especially to his face. He takes it seriously, and his girlfriend would pull out your hair. I like your hair too much for you to lose it, not that I wouldn’t like you if you were bald—I’m going to stop talking now.”
Tru’s eyes lit up as she closed her book and walked over to the hot tub, leaning her body against it. “Is this what happens when sex is officially off the table? I thought it would make you grumpier. Instead, you’re like this sad little puppy that talks too much about his feelings.”
“I don’t.”
“You do.”
“Not true.”
“You’ve always been that way,” she whispered.
The air caught between us like it needed time to digest all the tension swirling between our bodies. I licked my lips and avoided staring at hers. “Wanna go out tonight?”
“For our date?”
“Yeah.”
“Will there be a second kiss?”
I smiled and floated back to the other side of the hot tub. “A man never tells.”
“Wow.” She reached for her T-shirt and pulled it over her head.
Panic seized my chest. “What are you doing?”
The clothes kept coming off until she was completely naked, and I was having a hard time not lunging across the hot tub and mauling her with my mouth while begging her to sit on my face.
I could do this.
Don’t be an asshole. Don’t be an asshole. Keep your hands to yourself, oh fuck look at those tits. No! Don’t make bad choices. She pulled her hair into a messy bun and got into the tub across from me.
Mouth dry, all I could do was take what I hoped was a casual sip of beer. What happened next I would never come back from. “Sup?”
She pressed her lips together like she was trying not to laugh. “Did you just Sup me?”
“It may have slipped,” I admitted. Why was she making me nervous? I needed to focus on the hurt from the past so I didn’t make the same mistake. I was being nice because I’d gone too far. That was all this was, nothing more.
Nope.
“Ah.” Tru made her way over to my side. Please don’t touch me, please don’t.
A hand.
Her hand. Grazed my thigh.
I could have sworn my dick strained toward her hand in such longing that it was borderline pathetic.
She let out a soft moan. “This feels good.”
Want to know what else would feel good? “Yup.”
Stay strong.
“So a date.” Why wasn’t her hand moving from my thigh? “Tonight.”
Dead kittens. Puppies. Hair on the floor. If possible, I only got harder.
She slid her hand upward.
I completely froze. “Let’s go to the beach and eat at that burger place.”
“Sounds good.”
Water lapped around her tits as she slowly moved and straddled me with my poor dick trapped between us just sliding against her stomach. I grit my teeth. I didn’t move my hands or my hips.
Who even was I at this point?
“Interesting,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“What is?” I rasped.
“A week ago, you would have kissed me, taunted me, threatened to impale me with your favorite appendage, and ended it with an insult, but now? You’re the epitome of control.”
I was actually dying. “You have no idea.” I could barely get words out. “How difficult this is for me right now.”
Tru rested her head against my chest. “Yeah, I think I do.”
“Hey!” Chad yelled from the house. “No sex in the hot tub, man! You know the rules!”
“We aren’t having sex!” I yelled back. “Trust me, you’d know if we were!”
He went back inside, leaving us alone. “Why no sex in the hot tub?”
“Germs.” I nodded. “I mean, do you want to swim in someone else’s juices? Plus, it’s hot, meaning a bacteria bloodbath. See, I pay attention in class.”
She moved off me. “I should probably go get ready.”