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“You didn’t seem to mind…” I reply with a teasing grin.
“Yeah, exactly. You totally played me. And if I hadn’t stood my ground, you would have taken advantage of me.”
“Is it still considered being taken advantage of if you were so eager for it, your pussy was practically searching for my dick?”
“Oh my God,” she screams. Using her paddle, she splashes me with a wave of water. “We arenothaving this conversation. My pussy was notsearching foryour dick. I don’t even want your dick.”
“Oh, Garrett,”I say in a taunting high-pitched tone, mimicking how she sounded last night.
Even as she turns her face away from me, I catch the way she’s biting her bottom lip, trying to hide her smile. “I hate you.”
“That might be true, but I didn’t do anything to you last night that you weren’t thirsty for.”
“Because you caught me at a weak moment,” she replies.
“Oh yeah?” I ask, paddling closer to her. “Been a while for you?”
“You could say that,” she mumbles under her breath.
“Well, I promise you, it’s been longer for me.” I’m not sure why I’m giving that away, but knowing that Mia seems to be struggling romantically has me feeling some sort of way. Like somewhat pleased…that I’m not the only one. Or that no one is able to satisfy her. Either way, it’s good to know.
“So you were thirsty for it too,” she says, looking back at me. “Ifeltit.”
I can’t help the grin that pulls across my cheeks as I stare at her. I love how unabashed Mia is when it comes to sex, and I guess that comes from being a camgirl. Or maybe it’s why she’s such a good one, because even with her stepbrother, she’s not going to shy away from talking about how my cock got hard for her.
“I am only a man,” I reply.
“Well, keep it in your pants,” she snaps. “Because you and I arenevergoing there.”
“Whatever you say. But I’m going to get you to tell me about this secret new job of yours, one way or another.”
She shakes her head, as if exasperated by me, and chooses not to argue with me on this topic. Instead, she changes the subject. Chewing on her lip, she asks, “What did your mom mean? About seeing you run again. When did you stop?”
This isn’t the topic I want to switch to, but I can’t exactly avoid it now. “Nothing. I just…didn’t run for a whole year.”
“When was that?”
“I don’t know. Maybe nine or ten years ago.”
When I look back at her, she’s staring at me with a pensive expression on her face, and I swear it sometimes feels like Mia can see right through me. Like I can’t even keep a single thought away from her, and while that might seem romantic or sweet, to me, it’s terrifying. If she saw inside my mind, I’m afraid of how she would react.
“Are you ready to stand up?” she asks, trying to lighten the mood.
“Not really.”
She giggles. “Don’t be a little bitch. Now, get on your knees.”
“Hey, that’s my line,” I reply, and she glares at me.
“Garrett! Be serious for a second!” She tries to keep a stern expression, but it quickly morphs into a laugh.
Mia has such a full laugh—full of what, I don’t know. Full of life or something. It’s infectious. The kind of laugh that makes everyone around her join in. It’s literally impossible to keep the grin off my face. And other than the one night a week I meet up with my friends at the bar, I can’t remember the last time I really laughed—or smiled.
“Okay, okay,” I say, moving awkwardly to my knees. My board wobbles, of course, but I manage to stay on as I position myself into a kneeling pose next to Mia.
“Not terrible.”
“Thanks. Now what?”
