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Kane hoots, because even though he knows damn well about the bet I’ve placed with Olympia, he does know better than to say anything about it. So, he just says, “You change your mind, you just say.”
“She won’t change her mind.” I dip my head again, this time nipping the lobe of her ear before I ask, “Will you, Princess?”
Only for me to hear, she confirms, “Nope.” Then, leaning into my chest with a confidence that surprises and arouses me, she adds, “I can’t decide if I’m getting an extreme sports car or something more luxurious.”
I just tighten my hold on her. This woman.
* * *
Fuck, my head is between my nineteen-year-old fake girlfriend’s thighs, and she’s gripping me tight, wiggling enough to make me hard as a rock even as she commands, “Don’t move!”
“I’m not the one moving,” I grit back, hands gripping her thighs as she leans over me to grab for Candace. But the girl is undefeated. Candace might be itty-bitty, but she’s a tank. It only takes one miscalculation on Olympia’s part for Candace to grab her wrist, shoving her from over my shoulders. The splash as Olympia falls from my shoulders into water, drenches me. Still, I’m grinning massively. Until now, I’ve never partook in this game, not having a partner to get up on my shoulders. I didn’t realize the fun I was missing.
Olympia surfaces, gasping as she wipes her hands down her face, pushing her hair back. “You’re a beast!” She accuses Candace, and Ian does a dance of victory with Candace hooting, arms raised to the sky.
“I’ll avenge you,” I promise Olympia as I dive deep, aiming for Ian’s feet. It’s not hard to pull them out from under him, what with the way he’s hopping around like he is. I’m already swimming back to Olympia as Candace falls with her own splash into the pool, a screech cut off by water.
“Oh, my goodness.” Horror paints Olympia’s eyes wide. “There will be retribution for that!”
I give her a devilish smirk as I stalk her through the water. “I’ll protect you.”
“Why don’t I believe you?” She makes to swim away from me, but I grab her by the ankle and tug. When she’s close enough, I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her back to me again. She lets out a little yelp that has the blood warming in my veins.
My voice pitches low, “Trying to run from me, Princess?”
“I wouldn’t dare.” She’s breathless. I like the sound. Fuck, no, I don’t like it. I love it.
“I’ll chase, you know?”
She shivers, her voice lowering. “I thought you wanted me to run. Far, far away.”
She’s talking about the terms of the bet. The terms I’ve been considering abolishing with the information Ian continues to feed me about the woman in my arms. The woman who sleeps every night under my roof.
The woman who, day after day, gets more and more under my skin.
She makes a quick escape, launching off my chest and swimming fast for the ledge of the pool, but I catch her just before she pulls herself up, slamming her back into my chest once again. She can’t miss the way my hard dick slides against the round swell of her ass.
“Told you I’d catch you.”
Her words get caught on the way out as she settles in my arms. Then, she moves. Her ass strokes against my dick again, and her breath tumbles on a shaky release. “I’m not sure you actually want to lose me.”
I grunt. She rubs against me again, her exploration just a bit more confident.
“Tav,” she breathes after a moment. “You’re hard.”
“I’ve told you before, Princess, you’ve got a great ass.”
She goes slightly stiff in my arms. “Is that all?”
Running my lips over the bend of her throat, I ask darkly, “What else is there?”
Fuck, why did I say that?
Every part of her limber body goes instantly tight. I don’t mean the words but can’t seem to make myself take them back. Why? Why can’t I retract? Why can’t I tell her that she’s got great tits, and a beautiful, interesting mind? A soul stroking smile. Why can’t I tell her that the sound of her voice is a balm after a bad day?
Because I still don’t know everything. With my mother’s will and her last name between us, I don’t trust her. Not really. There’s an ocean of murky water under our bridge, and I don’t trust the creatures who wait in the depths—the secrets ready to pull me under to my death.
“I’m gonna get a drink.” It’s an excuse. She’s been careful not to drink too much all night. The last few hours everyone has been here, she’s been nursing the same drink. I have a feeling that’s about to change now.
