Page 11 of Talk Nerdy To Me
A slight squeal escapes her lips seconds before we slap the water.
Once submerged, her body wiggles free and tangles around me, making me almost groan when one of her legs comes to rest between both of mine, pressing against the unprovoked erection I have.
I really don’t want to get slapped for something I seriously can’t help right now.
I hold onto her and push against the bottom of the pool to launch us upward. The second we surface, I’m rewarded with the laugh again.
It’s the first genuine smile I’ve seen from her.
She clings to my neck with one hand while wiping water out of her face with the other.
Ah, hell. Her dress is soaked, making life harder.
Wet’s a good look on her. How fucking long has it been since I had sex? I really thought I was more evolved than this, damn it.
It takes more strength than I care to admit to remember she doesn’t like guys. Though, technically, she hasn’t stated it definitively.
“You okay?” she asks, drawing my eyes back up.
Nope. In deflection, I playfully dunk her, but her legs tighten around me, and I jerk her right back up, greeted by her laughter once more.
I have to stop. I won’t be able to walk if I get any harder. Not to mention, this could get awkward real damn fast if she notices.
I start to separate, but her body presses against mine as though she doesn’t want to be let go. Taylor’s jackass self comes and rips her away from me, picking her up high over his head, and making her laugh a helluva lot louder.
Fucker.
He drops her into the water, and I hear the telltale sound of fabric ripping.
She quickly surfaces, still laughing, and I frown when I see the strap on her dress has been ripped.
“You ripped her dress,” Sticks points out.
He shrugs. “I’ll buy her a new one.”
“It’s fine. I have more,” Britt says, still grinning.
Taylor grins, seeming a little too enamored by her. I glare at him until his eyes widen toward the girl I’ve looked away from. I cut my eyes back just in time to see Britt tossing her dress poolside.
Lace...so much sexy lace. Girls don’t wear shit like that unless they’re wearing it for someone.
Her bra is red lace with black trim, her panties are those that are just the right amount of material. Not a thong, but not fully covering her ass... fuck me.
Guess I’m hiding in the pool for a bit longer.
“She’s gay,” I murmur to Taylor, finding it necessary to shatter whatever delusional things he has going on in his head.
“I’ll turn her,” he says as though it’s become his new life’s mission.
“They always turn back, man,” Randy says as though he’s being entirely serious as he claps Taylor’s shoulder.
“I was joking, you idiot,” Taylor says as he gives Randy a disbelieving look.
Randy bristles. “Y-yeah. I know. I was doing the anti-PC comedian thing too,” Randy defends.
Rolling my eyes, I start to tell them they’re both idiots, when I feel hands on my shoulders, feet pressing against the inside-bends of my knees, and I’m being dunked under the water. I shoot back up to choke down some air, and I’m met with that even louder laughter. Britt’s hand is over her mouth as she tries to smother it, almost looking horrified when I cough a little water up.
“Sorry,” she says when she manages to swallow the rest of her laughter.
