Page 91 of Wilder Love
“Just forget it. It was stupid—”
“I’ll be over soon.”
“You will? Oh. Okay. See you soon then.” I was about to cut the call when she said my name.
“Yeah?”
“Would you bring some ice cream?”
I laughed. “I’ll see what I can do.”
When she opened the front door, I handed her a bag of mangoes.
She pulled the handles apart and stared into the plastic bag. “Mangoes?”
“They’re better for you and you can suck the juice off my fingers after I feed them to you.”
Blushing, she turned away, taking the bag of mangoes with her. I reached behind the Bougainvillea where I’d stashed the bag of ice cream and met her in the kitchen. The ice cream, as it turned out, wasn’t necessary, so I stowed it in the freezer.
“What are you doing?” I asked as she stripped off her T-shirt and flung it in my face. I caught it and dropped it to the floor, following a trail of discarded clothes and her perfect lace-covered ass to the swimming pool. With her back to me, her wild waves of midnight black hair glowing blue in the pool lights, she dropped her panties and kicked them aside. Looking over her bare shoulder, she gave me one of her Mona Lisa smiles before she dove into the pool.
Apparently, I was game because I pulled my T-shirt over my head and pushed down my shorts. My dick was calling the shots. I might have been drunk the other night but not so drunk I’d forgotten how good it felt to be buried deep inside Remy. I also hadn’t forgotten all the things I’d said to her and later regretted.
Butt naked, I dove into the pool and swam underwater in search of Remy. She was a sitting duck, treading water in the middle of the pool. Wrapping my hand around her ankle, I yanked her under. She flailed, her arms windmilling, and tried to use my chest as a wall to push off of with her other foot. I released her ankle and caught her around the waist, pulling her against me as we surfaced, with Remy spluttering and her hair plastered to her head.
She twisted out of my hold and swam to the edge of the pool, gripping it with her hands. Trapping her in my arms, she turned around to face me. My erection pressed against her stomach, making it painfully clear just how much I wanted her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and her arms around my neck.
“What are we doing, Remy?” I asked, partly out of curiosity but mostly for self-preservation.
“I thought it was obvious.”
“Explain the rules of the game so we’re clear.”
“Sex and surfing. That’s all I want from you. It’s simple. Anyone can play.”
There wasn’t anything simple about us. “You want sex with no strings attached?” I asked for clarification.
She nodded. “Bingo.”
“I call bullshit.”
Her dark brows raised. “Call it what you want. Are you up for it or not?”
“Well, I’m obviouslyupfor it.”
“Yeah, I can feel that. We’ve had sex on the beach. How about sex in the pool?”
My fingers dug into her bare ass cheeks. “Would I be your first?”
She gave me a wicked grin. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“New rule of the game. I ask a question, you answer honestly.”
“Does it go both ways?”
I nodded. “Yes or no questions only.”
She tapped her chin. “Okay. That’s a yes.”
