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Lennox
“Idon’t have a swimsuit, Jonas.”
Jonas shrugged. “You don’t need one.”
I tipped my head to the side. “Uh, yes, I do. I can’t go in the hot tub naked.”
He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me into his arms. “Even if you wear a suit into the hot tub, it isn’t going to be on for long.”
“Jonas,” I laughed. “We are not going to have sex in the hot tub that everyone goes in.”
“You really think we would be the first to have sex in there?” he drawled.
I wrinkled my nose. “Probably not the best thing to say to sell me to get me in the hot tub.”
“Babe,” he laughed. “It’s a hot tub at a motorcycle clubhouse. If the thought of people having sex in it bothers you, then you probably shouldn’t sit on the couch, play pool, or walk into the kitchen.”
I tipped my head to the side. “Uh, are those all the places you...”
He shook his head and laughed. “No, babe. I’ve just seen some things I would rather not.”
“We could probably add the private room at Pole Stars to that list,” I laughed.
“Yeah,” Jonas agreed. “Now I want your ass in the hot tub, and I promise there are enough chemicals in that sucker to kill anything you think might be in there.”
“Can Doc and Marty run around while we soak?” I asked.
“Whatever you want, babe. I’ll shut the fence, and they can roam all they want.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me out the back door. I waited until he closed the gate and let Doc and Marty out.
“They love having a fenced-in area to run around in. Though they do love going for walks.” I closed the door behind me and watched Doc and Marty chase each other around.
“They’re goofballs,” Jonas laughed. He pulled his shirt over his head and draped it over one of the chairs. “We can take them for a walk later if you want,” he offered. “There is an ice cream place down the road we could walk to.”
I watched as he toed off his shoes and popped open the button on his jeans.
“Did you even hear what I said?” he asked.
“Uh, we can go for ice cream with the dogs later.” See, I was listening. I could ogle Jonas and listen. I was a great multi-tasker.
“And what did I say after that?” he asked. He leaned over and turned on the jets.
He said something more than that?
“Uh, vanilla is your favorite flavor?” I guessed. There was a good chance that was what he had said because vanilla was his favorite flavor, but it seemed a bit odd for him to say right now.
“I asked you if you want me to turn on some music,” he chuckled.
So maybe I wasn’t the best multi-tasker. “Music would be good. But not too loud. I need to be able to holler for Doc or Marty.”
“You got it, babe. Now get undressed and get your ass in the water.”
I rolled my eyes but took off my shirt. “I put one of my few pairs of underwear on. I don’t want to be naked in there with you, and suddenly someone just pops in.”
“Oh, so you do own some underwear,” he chuckled. “You can wear whatever you want, babe.” He turned on the radio by the pool, and the mellow sounds of Fleetwood Mac played.
“I did not take you for a Fleetwood Mac fan,” I mused. I shimmied my shorts off and dipped my toes in the water.
“I grew up with Meg as my mom. She’s pretty eclectic when it comes to music, but Fleetwood Mac was on steady rotation.” He turned it up a little louder and then sunk into the water.
