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"My mom's a beta," I blurt out when Love lets her legs float on the water and ends up resting them over my lap.
"Okay," Love says, smiling at me in confusion.
"I have three dads," I say, making the conversation even more awkward.
"That's cool," Love says, grinning. Her nose scrunches and her eyes shimmer in the low light of the evening. "What are they like?"
"I've only had sex a handful of times in my life, and that was more to make my girlfriend at the time happy than because I wanted to," I blurt out. My head hangs as I stare at the water. "I tried sex with a guy, too. It was fine. Sex in general never much interested me until I met you."
"Did Dexter put you up to this?" Love asks. "He did, didn't he? I told him if he told anyone he acted out my virgin pool boy fantasy that I'd have to kick his ass."
"What?" I ask. My eyes widen as they fly to hers.
Love blushes furiously. "Hey, we don't kink shame around here," she says, jabbing a finger at my chest. "Although I mighthave to kill Dex for putting you up to this." She floats over, climbing into my lap. Her knees rest on the step underneath us. Her breasts float high in the water. My hands fly to her hips as she stares at me from under dark lashes.
"If you want me to be the aggressor, I can do that," Love says, tipping her head to mine.
I groan into her mouth as her lips meet mine. Our tongues dance and I grip her hips for dear life. This is supposed to be awkward. It always has been in the past. With Love it's anything but awkward. It's erotic and tantalizing. A zing travels through my entire body at the contact. It pulses in my heart and echoes in my cock.
Love settles down on my lap and I moan at the feeling of her pussy over my dick. The fabric does nothing to hide how hard I am, and the friction is mind-blowing as she grinds and swivels on her knees.
"Jude?" Love asks, her hands resting on my shoulders.
"My biological dad is on the spectrum," I say, answering her earlier question about my family. "I probably am, too, just so you know."
It's also likely that's where my obsession with following rules came from. Lyric Sinclair is on the spectrum, too, or I'd be shocked if she wasn't. Only where she gets awesome musical talents and abilities? I get a weird twitch when I think about not doing something I'm supposed to. It's not as bad as when I was younger. I can mostly cope with it these days. Most people who meet me now, just think I'm uptight. That I don't know how to relax or go with the flow.
"Oh, you weren't joking about the sex stuff?" Love asks, tilting her head to study my face. She tries to climb off my lap. "Was this okay? Shit, I was really pushy."
"Oh, fuck no," I growl, pulling her hips back down over me. She was trying to escape. That's not going to work for me. "I'm into you… I want this."
Shit. Why do I have to be so fucking awkward?
Physically I know I'm attractive. I've heard it my entire life, but it doesn't give me instant confidence like some guys apparently have.
"I thought I should be honest." I swallow thickly.
"My dad said he never much cared for sex either until he met my mom." I shrug. "My parents never wanted to label me, so they let me do my own thing. As an adult I looked into it more and I think it fits. When I was a teenager I got picked on a lot by the guys I played baseball and soccer with. I've always followed the rules, and I don't like objectifying women so I never joined in on their crap. It made me… unpopular." That's a giant fucking understatement. "But in the military I did really well because of the structure. I fit in just fine there."
Love brushes her cheek over mine. "Good, I want to hear all about your life. But don't think there's some mold you're supposed to fill just so you can fit in. I like you very much just the way you are."
My mouth goes dry as my heart tries to race out of my damn chest. My hands cup her ass as she brushes her wet chest against mine. I love that she said that. It's the same type of thing my parents always said when I was desperate to try to fit in.
"We can sit out here and talk… Or we can take this inside," Love says, giving me a sexy, inviting grin.
I groan against her neck.
"Inside," I say, nodding against her throat.
Love moves off to the side and I climb out of the pool. I run over, grabbing two towels, and I'm back before she's even standing. She sits on the edge and kind of rolls herself out and onto her knees. Shit. I drop the towels and help her up.
Love blinks up at me from under her lashes. I pull her face up for a kiss. She whimpers into my mouth as I pull back. I grin, bending down for the towels.
"It's easier if we don't track water on the wood floors," she says, yanking the ties on her bikini. The top falls and she catches it, twisting away and dropping it over a chair to dry. She undoes one side of her bottoms, and I bite my lip as I help her with the other.
Dexter really wasn't kidding. Love isn't shy at all. I wrap the towel around her middle and she grins, at me nodding to my shorts. My stomach muscles tense as she runs her nails down my sides. She raises an eyebrow as she dips to the waistband of my swim trunks.
I nod and she slides her hands down my hips, pushing them off. I'm frozen in place as her warm breath fans over my stomach and eventually my cock. Holy hell. I bend down, grabbing them and quickly tossing them over a chair. Love wraps the other towel around my waist and pulls my arm over her shoulder. She links our hands and quietly guides us through the house.
