Page 66 of Foul Line

He reaches out and entwines our fingers. His pressure is steady, unlike the mixed emotions stirring around him right now. I’m sure he wants to know what the hell is going on. We could Google it on our phones if he wanted, but it doesn’t look as if he wants to do that right now.

“Now that you’ve soured the mood, I won’t ask you what I came here to ask you.”

I playfully gasp. “Well, what’s that, Ivy?”

“I was just lying in bed, you know, in the room full of cocks, and thought to myself that I’d really like to see some boobies.”

I crack up laughing. “Boobies?”

“Do you want to go skinny-dipping?”

“Sloan Ivy, are you insane? You know my dad walks around this camp.”

He blows my excuse off. “Are you kidding? He’s probably talking to Ryan’s mom on the phone right now.”

“What about the other coaches?”

He glances at the clock. “There’s still five minutes left before curfew.”

“So anyone could be around outside? Are you trying to talk me out of this or into this?”

He slides off the bed and grabs my hand. “Come on, Dale.” He waggles his eyebrows at my cleavage. “You wouldn’t turn me down, would you? Not when you’ve decided to ruin my good night with rumors of my parents’ selfishness.”

“Sloan,” I start to argue.

He hauls me to my feet and winds his arms around me. “I was just joking. Come on.” He gives my ass a quick squeeze before grabbing my hand and pulling me outside.

We cross the small porch, then the beach until our toes are dipped in the water. We shuck our shoes off, and Sloan squeezes my hand. “We can wait to undress until we’re out there. No one will be the wiser. It’ll just be the two of us taking an evening dip.”

“You’re crazy,” I tell him, but I follow him out into the water anyway. I’m not going to lie and say that this thought hadn’t crossed my mind. I mean, the camp is set up for this scenario, isn’t it?

The water swallows my calves and then reaches my thighs before slipping over my hips. I still have a little soreness there from Lake pushing me to the bar floor a couple weeks ago, but it’s not anything I can’t handle. It’s just a reminder of why I need to continue to work hard.

He drags me further and further out until the water reaches our collarbones. Turning toward me, I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a devilish grin on his face before. I feel his hands at my hips. They come around to the button and zipper and he starts undoing it. My heart is stuck in my throat. Somehow, this seems so much more sensual than just two kids skinny dipping. He’s going all in right now, isn’t he?

With the help of the water, his hands glide over me as he pulls my shorts down. They rise to the surface and hover near us. I look up at the sky, finally seeing how dark it is out. This really is the perfect night for this.

“My turn,” I breathe.

I reach out, my fingers wrapping around the waistband of his basketball shorts. His are easier to discard. I bring them to the surface after he steps out of them and place them right next to my own shorts.

“Shirt,” he says next. His voice is thick. Those hazel eyes of his that love to turn colors are awash with arousing green flecks. I reach my hands over my head as he tugs the bottom of my shirt up. The lake water drips over me as he drops the shirt next to our bottoms.

I’ve seen Sloan without his shirt off before, but I’ve never actually taken it off myself. I run my fingertips up his chiseled stomach, taking the hem of his shirt along for the ride. The planes of his abs dip and even out several times until I reach his chest and then haul the shirt over his head.

“This isn’t fair,” I say, noticing our predicament. I have two items left on while he only has one.

His hands slide around my rib and down, his pinkies teasing the tops of my panties. He and I have had our fair share of problems with lace panties, but not this time. He cups my ass as he moves the soaked fabric down. Eventually, I have to help him, stepping out of my undergarment before he has them in his possession again, just like the blue ones. It feels so freeing to be almost naked in the middle of a lake. It’s like Sloan and I have a secret now. He was right. No one can tell that we’re undressing out here.

He takes my hands and sets them on his hips. I can tell by the thick band that he has boxers on. I move forward, gliding my palms down his hips and thighs. He has to pull the band of his boxers out and around his erection, but soon enough, the boxers are floating on the surface of the lake now, too.

There’s just one more item left.

Sloan’s fingers cup my cheek. He moves in, placing a soft, tender kiss to my lips as he unclasps my bra with one hand. If it wasn’t so water-logged, it would spring open, but it just floats on the surface. When he backs away, he looks so proud of himself that I can’t help but smile back at him. His hands trail up my arms, his fingers hook under my bra and then slowly pull it down until my arms are free.

We just stand there, hidden away in the water for a little while. Neither of us can see any of our important parts, but my mouth is dry like this is a big deal. I can feel the current of his hand moving through the water first before he cups my breast. My mouth drops at the touch, and then my eyes feel heavy as he cups the other, too. His thumbs pass over my nipples as he kneeds and plucks until my nipples are hard, practically begging him not to stop.

“I’ve thought about this more than a few times,” he admits, his voice breathy.

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