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He reaches for her, wanting to run his fingers over the bruised, exposed skin. Realizing his mistake just in time, he instead reaches out wide and gives her hair a quick tug. Unfortunately, that tug gives him an unintentional visual of Melody on her hands and knees before him, ass displayed proudly in the air, while he pulls on her hair to arch her back as he slams into her from behind.
Jesus, he needs to get his shit together.
He shakes off the imagery but can't help the grin that stays plastered on his face as he looks at her. God, he must look ridiculous. She turns to face him, the blue of her eyes taking over the green when she looks at him. He can’t help but wonder if she is getting the same visual as he is.
Just as Max clears his throat to say something, huddling closer to Melody than Nash would have liked, a beach ball comes flying at his head, breaking up their little party. A not-so-sorry Marisol comes running at Melody full speed. Wrapping her sopping-wet body around her in a hug. Nash watches their interaction with fascination. He never did understand their friendship dynamic. Marisol was a whirlwind. She didn't have a lot of girlfriends. They were all probably afraid of her or intimidated, but Melody was neither. She didn't have to be. She was confident in her skin and more than happy to indulge Marisol in all her antics.
"Come swim with me, Melody! You can be on my team. It's beach volleyball time, baby!” Marisol says enthusiastically, pointing fingers at each of them. “And you boys are going down!"
She slides off and loops her arm through Melody’s, walking her towards the pool. He will have to thank Marisol one day because watching Melody walk away in a bikini is just about the best thing she could have gifted him. Marisol cannonballs her way into the pool, splashing everyone alongside the pool, but Melody doesn't seem to mind as she stands by the edge, her smile wide as the water droplets hit her body.
Nash walks up behind her, closer than he should have been if they didn’t have a physical relationship. He wanted to use his body as a shield, knowing that if he was enjoying the view, then other people, namely Max, were enjoying the sway of her hips as well. Melody turns towards him, giving him a sweet, almost bashful smile. As he moved closer, putting their bodies almost flush against one another, her eyes widened. She can sense his intention as his smile turns predatory. She reaches out to grab his arms firmly just as he pushes her into the water. He could have easily escaped her grasp, but he let himself fall with her instead.
He would follow her anywhere, into the darkest depths of the ocean, if only she would stay by his side.
Crashing into the water with Melody in his arms was exhilarating. Everyone was watching, and this was the only way he could put his hands on her. Using it as an excuse to grab a handful of her ass, gripping her tightly as they plunge into the water.
She comes up for air, laughing. "You little shit!"
Melody
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She pounces on Nash, leaping at his chest, pushing with her entire might, but he doesn't budge. Dickhead is made out of stone or something. He grabs her by the waist, her legs going around his hips automatically, his eyes touching her face just a beat too long. Then, using all the power in his legs, he jumps up and plunges them down to the bottom of the pool as she clings to him like a monkey.
With eyes open, he brings his mouth to her neck, sucking the sensitive skin into his mouth, his hands cupping her ass, giving her hips a tight squeeze as he grinds his body into hers. They break the surface for air, just for him to bring them back down again, this time she was ready for it. Opening up her body so he can easily slip his hands in her suit, giving access to anything he wants.
The entire exchange lasted mere seconds, but she could still feel his touch hours later as she lay on a lounger by the pool, just people-watching. Marisol sits beside her, her body draped over the lounger upside down, legs up on the headrest as her hair dangles down to the floor.
"So, how are things going with Coach Max?" she asks casually. Melody knows this tone, laced with a probing undercurrent. "You have been quiet lately, Melody," Marisol notes. "Someone is keeping you mighty distracted.”
"I'm just…thinking, " she responds hesitantly. The truth is, she could really use the advice or at least someone to talk to, but how does one bring up the subject, particularly to that subject's little sister?
"About...." Marisol lets the word linger. Clearly, it was an invitation to lay it all out there for her so she could help.
"I am, maybe, seeing someone. But it's not like a thing, it's just ..." Melody stumbles over her words, face flushing with embarrassment. She can't even define their relationship. She chances a glance over at Nash, smiling broadly, still not wearing a shirt. She silently sends thanks to the gods above. She watches him as he tells his mom and dad an animated story. His arms are gesturing wildly as he ducks and crouches down. Must be one hell of a story.
A ghost of a smile touches her face. She must have been staring for too long because just as she was really settling into absorbing every detail of the tattoo on Nash’s arm, a cold, wet towel landed on her face with a thlop.
"Jesus, Melody, stop ogling my brother. It's gross." Marisol laughs lightheartedly, teasing her.
“He is pretty easy on the eyes, though.” Melody throws out, eyebrows waggling, trying to save face. She throws the towel back at Marisol.
“Ewww, stop, Melody!” She cackles, the towel now thrown back at her. She laughs along with Marisol, enjoying the slowness of the evening. Theo, ever Marisol's silent shadow, walks over to them, putting a cold soda in her hands. She takes it without even looking as if she could sense his presence.
Max makes his way to their little trio and, water bottle in hand, offers it to her.
"Thanks, Max." She gives him a reassuring smile. Bringing the bottle up to her mouth, she feels his gaze on her chest and legs, leaving behind a weird feeling, like ants crawling across her body. He is not all that subtle about his interest, and the thought doesn’t leave her with the same fluttery excitement as it does when Nash looks at her. He moves to sit on her lounger, grabbing her feet and plopping them on his thighs.
Instantly put off by his hands on her body, she brings her legs up, knees to her chest. This somehow leaves her feeling even more exposed. Struggling to find a comfortable position, she brings her body upright and sits with her legs crossed, Marisol’s wet towel on her lap as she fiddles with her water.
"Hey,” Max says, trying to soothe her discomfort. “You can put your legs back on my lap. I rather enjoyed it." He gives her a winning smile, white teeth, and a wide grin. He had a nice-looking face, but it wasn't the face she wanted.
She laughs it off awkwardly. She knew he wasn’t kidding. He was dead serious. Using this moment to take another sip of water, she looks around trying to find an escape, this is not where she wanted to be right now. Max puts his hand on her knee, bringing her attention back to him.
"Hey, so I was wondering if you wanted to catch a movie tomorrow, maybe grab a bite?" He asks, eyes pleading with her to say yes.
She feels cornered. What should she say? She doesn't really have an excuse not to go. She promised Rosa she would give him a chance. He really does seem like a nice guy, and honestly, a movie isn’t so bad. It’s not like he is proposing marriage or anything, right?
