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“Yup,” Neo responds.
“How annoying.”
My body shifts as agitation gets the better of me. “Do you have a problem?” I spit out.
“Don’t,” Jagger says, pressing his hand to my thigh under the water.
“Don’t what, defend myself?”
“Just sit down, relax, and enjoy a night of peace before the chaos of classes begins tomorrow.”
I sink deeper into the water, trying to heed his advice. “I almost forgot classes start tomorrow.” I look at Jagger. “Hey. When do these games start for the juniors?”According to Neo, my games are separate, and it’s safe to assume last night was the kickoff, but I’m curious about the others.
“They’ve already begun.”
My expression drops, neck craned. “They have?”
“Mmhmm. That’s the thing about the games, you never know when you’re gonna be playing.”Jagger’s fingers drum against my thigh and I forgot his hand was even there.
I clear my throat and stretch my neck, pretending to ignore what’s happening under the water. “Where’s Riley and those other two? They’ve been gone a long time.”
“Probably left. Why do you care?”
Is he closer now? I think he is.
“I don’t care.”
“You keep saying that.”
His hand slides farther up my leg and tingles spread from his touch upward.
Jagger grabs the beer from my hand and chucks it behind him.
“Hey,” I scoff, “I was drinking that.”
“You’ve been drinking it for over an hour. You’re done with it now.”
My head turns to look over my shoulder for my drink, which is out of sight, but movement in the distance catches my eye. I push myself up a few inches to get a better look, and see the shadow of someone, or something, moving steadfastly on the edge of the trees. Seconds later, they’re gone.
Not thinking any more about it, I sink back down into the water. When I do, Jagger curls his body closer to mine, his back to Neo and Melody. Fingertips rim the edge of my swimsuit and my body shivers.
“Jagger, what are you doing?”
“Shh,” he whispers as his lips trail down my neck, sucking and kissing. Goosebumps erupt on my skin, even in this hot water.
Slowly, he peels back the layer of fabric and slides his hand underneath, cupping my crotch.
“Jagger,” I say his name again, this time in warning.
“Don't talk. Just relax.”
The pad of his thumb presses to my clit, and my body jolts. One finger slides inside me and I clench around it, unsure if I want to force it out or hold it in.
An audible breath slips out of my mouth when he adds another finger, this time pushing deeper with his thumb still rubbing my clit.
I arch my back, inhaling the scent of malt beer and cedarwood rolling off his wet skin.
I shouldn’t want this. I should push him back and make a mockery of him right now. But I don’t because my head is in a fog and I’m under the spell of his touch.
