Page 18 of Pickled
I cupped her face in my hands and did what I was told. Softly. Her lips nipped mine. Our soft kisses turned hard with an unspoken urgency. At first, I thought we’d be gentle with each other. Had I misread Piper? Did she want a rough fuck? Her silky ponytail could easily wrap around my fist a couple of times, if that was the way things went.
I’d been so focused on Piper and wondering how hard I’d pull her hair that I hadn’t noticed we’d been inching toward the pool until my heel dropped off the edge. “Whoa,” I shouted. Windmilling one arm, I teetered on the edge but was able to regain my balance. “Don’t you dare,” I growled.
Piper pumped her eyebrows, then with both of her hands shoved my chest with all her might. My balance was gone, and I was heading for a back-flop into the pool. Her triumphant look was short-lived. Shooting out my hand, my fingers wrapped around her wrist. With an easy tug, Piper flew into the air, both of us splashing into the saltwater pool at the same time.
The water should’ve cooled things down between us, but it had the opposite effect. Her giggle was the cutest thing I’d ever heard, and while I liked her serious side, the silly side of hercracked me open. When was the last time I laughed like this? The realization hit me like a body check. I couldn’t remember.
Water dripped down her face as I worked to slide her wet top over her head. Once it was tossed aside, her nipples puckered in the warm night air. They were the exact shade of pink I’d imagined, the same as her heart-shaped lips. She tried to pull my shirt off but couldn’t reach over my head. With one arm wrapped around her body, I used my free hand to pull the T-shirt over my head.
My skin prickled with goose bumps as her warmth met mine. She moaned and arched her back, presenting the skin of her vulnerable neck to me. I kissed along her clavicle and down her breast before taking her nipple in my mouth.
“Gideon,” she gasped.
We made out like teenagers. The urge to yank her out of the pool and toss her onto my bed didn’t disappear. It was still there but had been replaced with wanting to savor the sensation of her body against mine. “Oh, Gideon,” she moaned when my hand slipped between the waistband of her skort and her body.
My fingertips met a landing strip. “No panties?” My eyebrows shot up at the fun discovery.
“Is that a problem?” The light from the bulbs that hung over the pool reflected in her eyes.
“You tell me.” I popped the button on my jeans and pressed her hand to my lower abs.
“Gideon Bailey.” She grinned. “You seem to have forgotten your underpants.”
“Underpants?” I couldn’t help but smile.
“Yeah.” Her fingers gripped the waistband of my jeans as she tugged me toward her. “Underpants. Without knowing if you’re a boxers or briefs man, underpants covers it all.”
She was so cute. “It could’ve been worse. You could’ve guessed underoos.”
Her forehead fell to my chest as she let out a belly laugh. “I don’t know much about you, Gideon, but Idoknow that you’re not an underoos m-m-man.” Her teeth chattered. Dammit, she was cold. I cursed myself for not noticing earlier.
“You’re freezing.” I rubbed her arms.
“It’s o-okay.”
It reminded me of when Ace and I were kids in Marquette. Our mom would have to pull us out of Lake Superior with blue lips and numb hands and feet. Here, the pool was a lot warmer than the lake but still colder than her body temperature.
The water swirled as I swept her in my arms and rushed out of the pool. “Not on my watch.” How long had we been making out? Her fingertips were icicles gripping the back of my neck.
I grabbed a blue-and-white striped towel and wrapped it around her. She looked up at me, opening the towel to wrap it around the two of us. I held her tightly, willing my body heat to transfer to her. The only sound was the rustling palm trees and waves crashing in the distance.
“We should get you out of these clothes,” she whispered and pulled out of the embrace. She’d stopped shivering, and the pink was starting to come back to her cheeks.
“You’re right. The first rule of surviving hypothermia is to get out of your clothes.”
“Is that true?” She dropped the towel and unbuttoned my jeans.
“I have no idea,” I laughed. “But it sounds good.”
“It does.” She let out a quiet grunt as she pulled my pants over my ass. “They don’t come off as easy as I’d imagined.” Her arm muscles flexed as she peeled the wet denim down my legs. I stepped out when they reached my ankles. In the distance, ocean waves pounded the shoreline almost as hard as my heart pounded against my ribs.
When you’re a star player, paparazzi are always a concern. I should’ve been thinking about those parasites, but as Piper licked up my shaft like it was a popsicle, that worry was shoved to the back of my mind.
“I can barely fit my hand around it.” Her eyes were wide as she looked up at me from her knees. It wasn’t the first time I’d heard that comment. So when she followed it with a deep throat, it caught me completely off guard.
“Holy fuck,” I groaned as Piper’s lips met the base of my cock. Her eyes shimmered, but she didn’t gag. How she managed to smile with her lips wrapped around my manhood was one of my life’s newest mysteries. It was hot as hell, and she kept going.
Her fingertips dug into the back of my thighs as she brought me to the edge. My legs were shaking harder than they did after any practice drills. As much as I wanted to roll with the best blow job of my life, I didn’t trust myself to make a comeback, and I desperately needed to be inside my neighbor at least once.
