We’re quiet for a while, and I’m nearly asleep when I feel water droplets splashing onto my leg. I open my eyesto see a Greek god standing over me, chiseled out of perfection…and he’s dripping wet. He holds out a hand. “Come on.”
“Where?”
“Get in the water with me. It feels amazing.”
I refuse to be the one to pass up the invitation, so I scramble out of my chair. He holds my hand as we walk down the steps into the water together, and he’s right. The water is cool and refreshing on my hot skin.
He gets in up to his shoulders, and he yanks on the hand he’s still holding. The result is that I crash into him. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, and his eyes are still covered by those dang sunglasses, but I feel him studying me. He rolls his hips, the water rocking around us and our bodies rising and falling together with the movement. My eyes flick to hismouth, and then I lean forward and kiss him.
It’s not to pretend in front of anyone else, but maybe it’s to mark my territory. I saw the way the other women stared at him when he walked in, and I want them to know he’s here with me…even if he isn’t actually here with me.
He deepens the kiss, opening his mouth to mine. Our tongues dance, the water helping us to gently sway, and when he shifts his hips again, his cock is aligned straight between my legs. I feel how hard he is against my pussy, and I want him inside me again. Now would be the preference as the ache presses fiercely where his cock rests, but anyone could see us. We’re right in the middle of the pool.
Other couples surround us. Couples on their honeymoon, couples lost in each other. Kissing, hugging, flirting.
I pull back, and my eyes move to his sunglasses again. He keeps one arm banded around me, and with the other hand, he reaches between us and slips my bikini bottoms to the side. His finger pushes into me. We’re so close that nobody can really see what we’re doing, but he still guides us to a deeper part of the pool in a shady spot that’s empty of other couples.
I drop my head onto his shoulder, my lips finding his neck as I whimper softly at the feel of his fingers. And then a moment later, he replaces his fingers with something much, much larger.
I grunt as he slides into me beneath the water. I hold back a gasp as my eyes dart to his. This is dangerous. Anyone could catch us at any second, and somehow that makes it even hotter.
To anyone who might be looking at us, we’re just bouncing together playfully in the water, but the truth is that he’s fucking me in a pool where we’re surrounded by other people. It’s illicit andhotas he moves deliberately and slowly in and out of me so as not to arouse suspicion. He pushes in and holds himself inside me, and my mouth crashes back to his as I tighten my hold around his neck.
I have to kiss him. If I don’t, I’ll cry out his name and tell him how good he feels inside me. Instead, I whimper into his mouth as our tongues clash together, and he’s controlled and skilled as he pulls slowly back and pushes into me again.
I’m falling apart. He’s making me fall apart, making me crazed as I chase my orgasm, needing the release like I need to breathe. It’s a frenzy, and I need him to move faster, but he won’t. He stills inside me again, and I wish he could take my nipple into his mouth, wish he could lay me out on the bed and hammer into me. I’m taking what I can get, though, and it’s pure and utter satisfaction.
I’m about to go flying over the edge when a big wave crashes into us.
Startled, my eyes fly open, and I pull back from our kiss only to find Ford beside us.
He has no idea that Archer is literally inside of me right now under the surface of the water, our legs blocking the view of what’s actually happening.
We can’t move now or it’ll give us away, so I cling on around his neck as I try to force back my orgasm. He doesn’t move, either, seated deep inside of me with his brother andhis exwithin five feet of us.
“What the fuck, man?” Archer rasps, and I can tell he’s close, too, just from the sound of his voice. How can we already know each other so well when, at the same time, it feels like we barely know one another?
“Crazy how we keep running into each other,” Ford says.
Archer’s gaze turns to me, and I’m ninety percent sure he’s about to come. He manages to slip quickly out of me, using the hand that was already under the water to pull his swim trunks back into place.
He clears his throat, and I think we both need a cold drink after that. Or a cold shower. And, you know, an orgasm. I’m half tempted to just rub it out here in the water as desperation clings on.
“Yeah, crazy,” Archer echoes. His eyes stay on mine rather than moving to his brother or his ex, and it’s like a huge, green flag waving and telling me where his focus lies…and it’s not with them. It’s with me, and it makes me feel like he’s well and truly over her and ready to move on.
A pulse of sadness washes over me. I’m glad he’s ready to move on.
I’m just starting to wish that it could be with me.
CHAPTER 27: Archer Bradley
Awkward
Well, that was awkward.
I was able to slip out of her after checking off another bucket list item, but not without that strike of fear in me that we might be caught.
I guess I don’t really care if it’s Ford who catches me. Maybe a part of me even wanted him to, and Tatum—for them to see that I’m fine. That I’m moving on.
