Page 38 of Hide and Keep

All at once, I release my jaw and drop my hand to my thigh.

I watch Ever swim, sometimes sneaking glances at my palm, the only place our mouths will ever meet, sometimes imagining biting Ever back. I wouldn’t go for her hand though. The inside of her thigh, right below her pussy, so when she started leaking, she’d drip right on my cheek, her pussy juice rolling down into my mouth.

When she finishes her laps, she’s not even panting.

I could get her to pant. I could get her to pant a lot.

“Are you going back to the house?”

Staring at her back and ass as she ascends the steps, I watch the hundreds of tiny drops gliding down her tight body. My cock already at half-mast from imagining her pussy being inches from my mouth, the sight only pushes more blood to it.

“Nuh-uh. Off to let myboyfriendfuck me against a tree,” she mutters as she climbs the rest of the way out.

“Hilarious,” I say, but she doesn’t respond, only grabs a towel off a hook.

When she twists to drape it over her back, I spot more hickeys.

Are they hickeys? Both above and below her bottoms, they’re on the sides of her hip bones. It’s a weird place for them but…they looklike hickeys.

I guess theycouldbe bruises, but what would they be from? Her pom-poms? They have handles…I think. I’ve never seen one up close.

I’m on my feet in the next instant, walking over to grab the towel next to hers so I can get a better look.

Drying herself off, Ever’s moving so quick it’s hard to see her hip bones clearly.

“You don’t need shoes?”

“Nope. No protection of any kind for me.” Her follow-up wink grates on my last nerve.

“I’ll escort you inside,” I tell her shortly.

She pauses with her towel clutched to her front, throwing dagger after dagger at me using only her eyes.

“I was messing with you. I’m going to my room.”

“Then I’ll walk you to your room.”

After tying the towel around my waist, I gesture for her to go first.

“I’m surprised your legs still work after the last two hours,” she quips.

I can make yours stop working in two minutes.

Out loud, I say, “Like your mouth, they don’t quit.”

“Except that they literally did,” she says, her wet hair dripping onto her shoulder. “On what was it? Lap three? Four?”

“Thirteen,” I correct in complete monotone, making her break into laughter.

I roll my eyes and am immediately reminded of the skylight into the guesthouse overhead. Could the guy in here see me? Is that why he took off?

I wait until I’m at the door—right where he was—to see for myself. It’s transparent from both sides, but from this angle, it’sdifficult to know what I’m looking at exactly. I should’ve looked when I was in the pool.

When I turn back around, Ever’s stopped to watch me, guilt radiating off her.

Her poker face being so fucking terrible will work in my favor, so I don’t call her on it.

“Hope you didn’t bother unpacking that dusty bag you brought.”

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