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Hearing about it makes me murderous. Uncontrollably murderous, and Roswell ain’t got enough rapists on his shit list for that.
I’ve never told her before, but I admire her for what she’s doing. Confronting your past and airing out your traumas can’t be easy. She’s braver than I could ever claim to be.
“What ya thinking about?” I ask before I start digging too deep into my own thoughts.
“You’d laugh at me if I told you.” She twists her head to look back at me, and I swear the smile on her lips paralyzes me.
“Promise I won’t.” I can’t resist rubbing the tip of my nose against hers.
“I’ve started to remember seeing lakes like this one before. Maybe when I was a little girl, the world looked so much bigger. And I was just wondering if I could swim,” she sighs. “Sounds silly, doesn’t it?”
“Not at all.” I release her from my hold, taking a step back, and when she turns her body all the way around, she looks shocked when I start to take off my cut and reach over my back to slip off my shirt.
“What are you doing?” she giggles at me as I undo my belt and pull my jeans and underwear down to my ankles.
“You wanna know if you can swim, right?” Kicking off my treads and the clothes around my feet, I grab hold of the wooden rail that separates us from the water and hop over the top. Holding on to the rail with both hands behind my back, I hoover my body over the water and look down. It’s a warm day, but I know the water’s gonna be cold as hell.
I leap off anyway, landing in the water with a splash that makes my skin shiver.
“You’re crazy!” my girl giggles as she looks to the other decks and checks no one's looking.
“Get in,” I dare her, treading water and enjoying the bemused look on her face.
“I can’t. What if someone sees?”
“Grimm’s been gone all night, Rogue won't let him see the light of day until at least tomorrow.” I nod my head toward their cabin. “Squealer went straight to the office to see Alex, who’s working with Maddy,” I gesture to my brother’s cabin, then at Maddy’s. “Skid’s at the bar bathing his knuckles, and the others will be balls deep. It’s just us and the water, darlin’.” I shrug.
“I don’t know, Screwy. What if I can’t swim?” She looks so uncertain and scared as she chews on her bottom lip, but her eyes say something different. She wants to try.
“Then I’ll catch you.” The lake isn't as deep here as it is in the middle. All the decks are built on sturdy pillars that me and Squealer had the job of reinforcing when we were Prospects.
I can almost touch the bottom here. I doubt she could, though.
Lydia looks at me bravely before teasing herself out of the summer dress she’s wearing. Her flat stomach stretches as she moves, and I smile to myself when I see she’s not wearing a bra. Her tits are fucking perfect. Petite round globes that fit perfectly in my hands.
She takes another look around wearily before she climbs over the rail. She’s still wearing her panties, but I can just make out the thin line of dark hair beneath them. Holding on to the rail the same way as I did, she suspends herself over the water, and her long dark hair falls around her shoulders.
“You sure you’ll catch me?” she checks nervously, and I shift closer, holding out my arms ready.
“Do you really think I’d let you drown?” I stare back at her harshly.
“Okay.” She fidgets on her feet a little, holding her hands over her eyes and screaming as she takes a leap of faith into the water. I don’t let her go under, catching her as she breaks through the surface of the water and pulling her tight to me.
She wraps her legs around my waist, and my cock finds that sweet spot between her legs that it’s always twitching to get at.
“You ready to find out if you can swim?” I ask, but she shakes her head.
“Right now, I wanna do something else.” She looks back at me seductively, her hand moving beneath the water to wrap around me.
“You’re gonna fucking kill me, woman,” I growl, nipping at her neck and earning myself another adorable squeal from her.
“Swim first, sex later,” I promise, swimming us closer to my deck.
“You’re a killjoy, Cade Harrison.” She giggles. It makes me freeze every time I hear her say my name. I used to hate it. Caden Harrison is the old me. He’s weak and lets bad things happen to good people. But it sounds so sweet coming from her lips I’d never correct her.
“Hold on to the deck,” I instruct, waiting until she’s got hold of it before taking a few strides back.
“Not too far,” she calls out to me, gripping at the wood like her life depends on it.
