Page 12 of High Side
“Cool.” They got headed back to the outfitters.
Brittany tried not to be disappointed that it wasn’t a private hot tub at Kylie’s house situation. This was safer.
“The hot tub here is one of my favorite places. I have one, but it’s tiny. One of those inflatables.” Kylie’s grin was eager, surprisingly young.
“Are there many hippy pools around here?”
“There are quite a few. Some of them are private property and might get you shot, though, so make sure you get the details before you hit one up.”
“Good to know. Usually the river is public.”
Kylie nodded. “Yeah. There are a few offshoots that are actually creeks, and people don’t realize it.” She got a keen look. “You seem to know river culture well enough to know better though.”
“Totally. This is what I live for, you know? Like deep down.”
“I hear you. I love the water. I always have.” Kylie’s grin showed how much she meant what she was saying. “There’s nothing like the river, you know?”
“I do.” She shook out her hair. “Man, it’s a gorgeous night.”
“Mmhmm. It totally is.” Kylie slipped out of her jeans, exposing a dark bikini bottom.
Hello. She tried hard not to stare. “I need to go get my suit…”
“Mmmhmm. Unless you want to hit one of the hippie pools you were talking about.”
“Am I going to be the only one to go au naturel?” Brittany asked.
“Nope. Not if I don’t have to worry about someone coming to the hot tub.”
Oh, sweet Jesus. Her mouth went dry, and she had to swallow hard to unstick her tongue from the roof of his mouth.
“Okay.” She squeaked it out, and Kylie's smile went wide, maybe knowing. Kinda predatory, which was hot as holy fuck.
“Come on. Grab a towel.” Kylie pulled towels out of the back of the vehicle and handed one to her. “It’s a little hike but not too far. You good in the shoes you’re in?”
“I am.” She’d been smart enough to wear Keens instead of flip-flops. Brittany always liked to get the lay of the land before she went super casual, and now she was glad she’d been on the ball. The lure of Kylie naked and of one of the little natural hot springs pools that formed at the side of the river was too much to resist.
“Cool. Come on. It’s this way.” Then Brit got to follow that fine ass down a short, cut-out set of stairs and into the darkness.
They wended their way down the river from there, the bank steep and a little treacherous, so she was glad when Kylie pulled out her phone to use the flashlight. “Okay, here we go. Another step down on this little trail here.”
Hundreds of feet had cut a flat path down to the river from the bank, and she never even slipped, but she held onto Kylie’s offered hand anyway, because why not? It made her skin tingle. They wrapped their shoes and phones in Kylie’s shirt, setting it up in a notch on the bank.
“It’ll be cold for the first few feet. Then you’ll hit the pool and the bottom will drop out a bit. The water will be up to your waist or so.”
“Got it.” Brit laughed. “Yours or mine. You’re six inches taller than me.” She couldn’t help but watch as Kylie stripped off, bundling everything into the same place as the phones. The moonlight was brighter here, bouncing off the water.
Kylie was built like an Amazonian goddess—breasts firm and high, thighs that could crack walnuts. The touch of the moon limned her, making her stand out in stark relief, and Brittany’s hands itched to touch her.
“You coming in?” Kylie asked, and Brit snapped back to the situation at hand.
“I am.” She stripped down, knowing she was less goddess and more sprite, but she was proud of her body. It was strong and curved just enough and sleek.
Kylie hurried to the warm spot, then stopped, sinking down to her chin. “Oh, this is good.”
“Okay, here I come.” Brittany plunged in, almost shrieking when the water hit her. Holy shit that was cold. But the hippie pool was perfect when she reached it, the water hot and somehow thicker.
“You found it. Your teeth stopped chattering.” Kylie was laughing at her, but it didn’t feel ugly.
