Page 19 of King of Jokers

On me, in me, everywhere.

As if attuned to my every whim he moved faster, his touch voracious, his tongue drawing patterns across my jaw.

Using the poolside as leverage to hold me in place, his hands tickled the sides of my waist, moving higher. When his thumbs grazed the taut peaks of my nipples through my swimwear my gaze shot forward and into a face I’d never seen him wear. His swollen mouth parted, his glazed eyes full of lust – forme– and it was my undoing.

On a sound I wasn’t sure I’d made in my entire life, I gripped his hair and shook against his body, his face buried into my neck as he growled so deep, the reverberation only intensified the firestorm between us and we rode our pleasure together, the surrounding water the only thing keeping us from falling.

Jack

Chapter Ten

Holyfuckinghell.

I was panting, an equally heavy-breathing Win still wrapped around me like a bow.

The kiss was expected. Planned even as per our agreement. Give her the sensations she requested.

What wasn’t planned was the ferocity in which she would kiss me back. The response my body would have to her, suddenly awake as if it had been asleep for too long.

Equally as unexpected was the embarrassing yet heady realisation that I’d blown my load. Without the removal of any damn clothing like a virginal newbie.

And while I desperately wanted to hide forever, I needed to face her now we had very noticeably crossed a line.

“Soooo, that was different.” Had her voice always been so sultry?

With my hands still firmly on her thighs, I lent back, gauging how awkward or uncomfortable she was going to be. I would need to guard my own racing feelings and calm the tempest I created especially if she was about to freak out on me. Change was not an area of strength for Winter and this was most definitely a change – even if she did ask it of me.

“Good different?” I asked with a forced sarcasm, pretending I wasn’t aware of my hands still gripping her hips, her ankles still locked around me.

Her teeth found her bottom lip and the sight made my cock stir.Heclearly had no care for the possibility of destroying over twenty years of friendship, ready as ever to take and I can’t say I blamed him. I wanted to pull her lip from her teeth with my own and suck on it. Preferably with no clothing between us.

“Unexpectedly different.” She answered, before releasing her hold and dropping into the water in front of me.

Shit. I needed to fix this. Should I apologise, tell her we could forget it ever happened? Beg her to rewind and find another muse for her writing. The thought made my jaw tight but worse would be her regret of me. Of us.

When she resurfaced a few feet away I opened my mouth to get on the front foot, but she beat me to it. “I’ll need you to do it again for me to really know though.” I felt my breath leave me in a whoosh and her playful smile engulfed me, reminding me I was both physically and emotionally at home with her regardless of anything that ever happened.

And with that reassurance and a matching grin, I followed her from the pool to our awaiting chairs and drinks.

I didn’t miss the way she toyed with the edge of her towel, but the thought wasn’t alarming. It was more a gesture of uncertainty rather than one of regret and I think we both just didn’t know where to go from here.

“Sooooo,” she said, her intonation rising and falling.

She was all false bravado and while I wanted to lay back and enjoy her doing her best to keep her cool, I didn’t want to push her too far. Her head would be scattered right now and she would be itching to be alone, to retreat in her mind and come to terms with all thefirstsfrom today. Whenever she experienced something fresh or overcame a task she’d spent time overthinking, there was a comedown for my Win and it included space for her to process her own thoughts before she could even consider anything else. Something I had always relied on in her – because there were no sporadic decisions. If she said something, I knew she truly meant it.

Tightening my towel around my still wet body, I lent down and gave her a peck on the cheek.

“You head in for the first shower. I’ll clean up.” Her responding look of relief told me I read her perfectly and I couldn’t say I didn’t also need to unpack what had just happened on my own.

“Thanks, Jack Jack. Love ya,” she answered, with a kiss to her fingertips which then pressed against my cheek as she passed.

I was very clearly in over my head.

So deeply in over my head that I was at risk of losing my mind but already thinking of the next way I could touch her.

The hours I spent worrying about how today would pan out were wasted when Winter came bounding into the kitchen the next morning. Orange juice in one hand and phone held up in the other, she stood next to me so her parents could greet me.

Shirt off and hair a mess, a morning conversation with Mike and Deb was not on the agenda, especially when the sun had barely risen.

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