When my heartbeat finally steadies, I know what I have to do.
If Emily and I are going to make a life together, we can’t have any secrets.
“Baby?” I kiss her forehead.
“What?”
“I need?—”
But the pounding on the door interrupts me.
EPISODE 230
SNAKEBITE
Sebastian
We’ve drifted to the other side of the pool.
I’m still holding onto her, my eyes closed, my cock sated.
Until—
Two hands slam against my chest.
Hard.
I lurch backward, catch a flash of her eyes—fury, fire, maybe even satisfaction—before I hit the water with a loud splash. It closes over my head, sharp and cold, and for a second everything goes muffled and blue.
I come up coughing, blinking water out of my eyes, trying to get my bearings.
She’s standing at the edge, arms crossed, not even pretending to look sorry.
I wipe a hand over my face, chest heaving with disbelief.
“What the hell was that?” I sputter.
She shrugs. “I don’t know…Brett.”
I widen my eyes. “Brett? What the fuck?”
“Heather,” she says. “What the fuck,Heather. That’s my name.”
“I know your damned name. Jesus.”
“News to me.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I push my wet hair out of my eyes.
“I asked if you were ready for round two.”
I grin lazily. “Always.”
“Yeah. That’s what you said. ‘Sounds great.’”
“Then what was the dunking for?”
“You called me Emily, you shit-for-brains.”
