Page 16 of The Cleat Retreat


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“Ha! I’m the good girl, Hawk. Haven’t you heard? I’ve never been in trouble my whole life. It’s statistically impossible.” She smiled over at me, her eyes twinkling with delight and making my cock hard as I imagined calling her, “Good girl.”

“Not by my count,” I mumbled, following her out of the elevator as it landed on the floor with the pool. “Besides, your brother will murder me if anything happens.”

“You worry too much, Hawk. You need to relax.”

I snorted, shaking my head. I didn’t know what relaxed was.

“This isn’t you, Blazy.”

“Yeah? Well, maybe it should be. I’m sick of playing it safe. Today I finally made a decision for myself, and it felt good. Why should I stop?”

She’d halted suddenly in the hallway and turned, her body pressing into mine as she spoke. Her cheeks became a perfect shade of rose, traveling down her neck, and I couldn’t help but shamelessly follow the path with my eyes, wishing I could see how far it went. Swallowing, my Adam’s apple bobbed as I clenched my fists to avoid touching her. Lust and desire blazed to life between us.

There’s more at stake now than ever.

But my cock refused to listen, growing harder each second she was pressed against me, her apple smell mixing with my cologne to create the most intoxicating scent ever. Even better than baseball.

When I said nothing, she spun around, and her bare feet continued their trek down the hallway. I took a moment to groan into my fist as I watched her ass sway, wondering what the hell I’d been thinking about giving her my shorts to wear.

Blake opened the door to the pool, the smell of chlorine tumbling out into the hall and clearing my nostrils of us. She paused before she stepped through, turning back to look at me.

“Don’t make me pull out the dares,” she challenged, lifting her eyebrows.

“Ha! I do believe I’m still the reigning dare champ,” I retorted, my feet moving before I could think twice. It wasn’t like I could let her go in there alone. I was just making sure she was safe.

Yeah, I didn’t buy it either, but it assuaged my guilt for not stopping her as I stepped into the humid room. It was empty and dark, the pool hours having ended an hour ago. It was both a relief and a fear.

At least no one else would see Blake in her underwear, but the fear of getting caught and kicked out had my blood pumping. I could see the scandal the tabloids would paint already.

“Runaway bride, baseball’s darling daughter, skinny dips with the trailer trash catcher hours after leaving her groom at the altar.”

Not that I was trailer trash anymore, but some things were hard to wash off, and the media liked to remind me where I’d crawled my ass out of.

Some things were better left at the trailer park, and my past was one of them.

Blake pulled the hoodie and shirt over her head, stopping my mercurial thoughts as I sucked in a breath at her sheer bra thing. She pushed the shorts down next, stealing another of my breaths as I took her in, wearing nothing but her bra and panties.

Fuck me.

Blake took another swig of champagne before leaving it on a table. Peering over her shoulder, she gave me a wink as she took off her glasses, sat them on top of the pile, and dove into the deep end.

Where did all of this confidence come from? Not that I was complaining. I loved seeing her full of sass and light. It was the way Blake was meant to be, a full blaze. Now that I saw it in full force, I could see how much she’d dulled over the past five years.

I might’ve avoided her, but I’d kept tabs on her in the periphery out of brotherly concern.

Yeah, I was only fooling myself.

She lifted out of the water, the liquid sluicing over her skin as she propped her arms on the side. I would’ve thought this whole evening was a scheme if it had been any other woman. But it was Blake. She didn’t know how to lie or manipulate. It wasn’t in her to be disingenuous. Add in the fact I knew she was a virgin, and I had to assume she had no idea the temptress she was.

How had the bland numbnuts kept it in his pants for five years? His nuts had to be really numb.

“You coming?”

I choked out a cough at her words as my head went fuzzy. Fucking hell. She was going to kill me. I wasn’t sure if I even cared.

Blake pushed off from the side and floated on her back, exposing her breasts as they peeked above the water, her perfect nipples showing through the wet fabric.

Shit. Fuck. Dammit. I was going to hell.

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