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When I stayed up with the power of my legs only, they growled the exact same low, menacing growl, and started swimming to the side.
“Hey,” I said indignantly. “I wasn’t the one who threw me in! Why are you mad at me?”
They were both sopping wet, but my eyes drifted to Trance’s body as he shucked out of his wet clothes. Shirt first, then his jeans. “You’re just lucky none of my stuff was in my pockets. You’d have really been in trouble then.” He said.
Two large splashes from the opposite direction had me turning in time to see two very excited puppies swimming towards me.
I played with them for a couple minutes, tossing a rubber duck for them to retrieve, much to Trance’s annoyance.
“We need to go.” He growled.
“Yes, dear.” I said cheekily.
Miller was sitting in the lounge chair on the other side of the pool, so I made sure to throw the rubber duck in his direction as I walked inside, trailing a river of water behind me as I went.
Once I was in Trance’s room, I stripped out of my wet clothes and looked around the room.
Since I only had the clothes I was wearing, which were now wet, and the clothes from last night, I had to improvise a bit. I could wear my jeans and the camisole I’d had on the night before, but there was no way I was wearing dirty panties, and I wasn’t wearing wet ones either.
Which left me with only one option.
Going into the bathroom, I took another quick shower to wash the chlorine out of my hair. I got partially dressed with just my camisole and underwear before heading to the bathroom to blow-dry my hair. I was brushing it out when Trance found me.
“What are you doing?” He asked looking at me weirdly.
Looking up, I regarded him with raised eyebrows. “Brushing my hair?” Duh.
“Why are you wearing my underwear?” He asked.
I rolled my eyes. “Mine were dirty.”
“What’s going on with your vagina?”
I looked down and laughed. “It’s my clip.”
Reaching down, I grabbed the clip that was still hanging on by one tine out of my underwear and tossed it onto the counter. It blended well, so from his vantage point, all it did was make me look like I was packing.
“Why’d you have it there?” He asked.
I checked the eye roll that was threatening and answered facetiously.
“I was curious.”
“About what you’d look like if you had a dick?” He asked warily.
Suppressing the grin that wanted to take over my face, I said, “Not necessarily. More like what it would feel like to have something between my legs like you do.”
He took in the mirth that danced in my eyes and walked up behind me. “Honey, you’d need a lot more than a clip to fill out these underwear like I do.” He teased.
“So my ass doesn’t look good in these?” I asked as I wiggled it against his front.
He gripped my hip tightly, stopping my movement. “Your ass looks fan-fucking-tastic. But we have places to be, so how about you get yourassin gear?” He said just before he smacked said ass. Hard.
I yelped and threw my brush at him, but he’d ducked out the door just in time.
“Asshole!” I called at his retreating figure.
“Always have been!” He called back.
