Page 30 of The Red Zone
“And is it?”
“No,” his tone was firm, but the way he was holding his breath was enough to figure out his bluff.
“Lying is still a sin, even if the person you’re lying to is yourself.”
“What are you doing, Mae?”
I whispered against his lips, “Something I’ll probably regret tomorrow.”
With one step backward, I turned, gliding through the water toward the stairs. Once I reached the top step, I paused, slipping my thumbs underneath the sides of my bikini bottoms, tugging them down to the ground and stepping out of them.
With my mouth twitched in amusement, I looked at October over my shoulder. “You coming, or what?”
TEN
OCTOBER
I’d madeplenty of poor decisions in my life.
Getting arrested in high school after being caught underage drinking at a house party. That time sophomore year of college when I sported a botched mullet for far longer than I should have. And that ice cream cone tattoo on my upper thigh was pretty ugly, not going to lie. Frankly, there was a whole slew of other bad choices I could rattle off on command if needed.
This right here though—following Mae as she walked naked toward the outdoor shower—was easily the start of my worst decisions to date.
Instead of making the rational choice of drying off my swim shorts and walking the ten yards to the comfort of my bed, I hopped out of the pool, toweled off my hair and body, and walked directly behind Mae’s perky ass as she waltzed over to the outdoor shower on the side of the pool house that sat between the brick and the fence.
I tried to stop my feet from trudging across the yard, but they must’ve gotten the wrong mental cue, because my pace only increased in an attempt to catch up with her.
The light from the pool carried over to the side of the yard, making it easy for Mae to see as she twisted the handle all the way to the left. Scorching water erupted from the shower head, gliding down Mae’s back, over her ass, and down her thighs.The steam that rose around her only made the scene in front of me that much more pornographic.
What level of horny was it to be jealous of some fucking water droplets?
I shook my head, stifling a laugh as I casually leaned my left shoulder against the white brick a few feet away from her. Crossing my arms against my chest, I released an elongated breath.
What I wasn’t prepared for, was Mae twisting on her heels to face me, giving me a full front view of her naked body. She closed her eyes, leaning her head back to rinse her hair and I had to fight to hold back a groan. The way her breasts were pushed out from the movement and her bare pussy on display… it was too much for my sex deprived brain to handle.
She ran both hands down her hair, but stopped once she reached her shoulders and began trailing them down her chest instead. Mae’s eyes locked on mine as she massaged with her breasts.
It felt wrong to stare, but it would take the heavens opening from the clouds for me to even consider tearing my eyes away from her body right now.
Yet, even still, there was some part of my brain that was still trying to process our conversation from earlier. I was trying to give myself some grace, but it didn’t make it any easier to sort through. I continued reminding myself that it happened when I was seven—a little over eighteen years ago. And as much as I wish I could take back my part in hurting her, those words still would’ve left Molly’s lips, and Mae and I still would’ve ended up despising each other.
Pushing the thought out of my head, I refocused my attention on Mae. Only this time, one of her hands was trailing down her stomach toward her center. I held my breath as she dragged her fingertips lower, taunting and teasing her bare skin.
“Are you just going to stand there and watch?” Her voice was sultry with a hint of underlying playfulness. When I failed to respond she shrugged a shoulder. “Fine by me, I guess. I don’t mind putting on a little show.”
Mae had always been bold. Never had a problem saying exactly what was on her mind. But seeing her this outwardly taunting toward me wasn’t something I could’ve calculated for. Even as teenagers we never crossed the line between friendship and hatred, which meant the jump from long-standing rivals to fuck buddies would be nearly impossible.
Seeing this side of her was entirely new to me, yet for some unknowing reason, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I continued watching intently as she leaned back against the wall behind her, dodging the shower handles, but still keeping most of herself covered by the scorching water.
My body went still as she ran her hands down her stomach slowly before teasing her slit. She let out a few breathy whimpers before making a V with her fingers and spreading herself open to give me a full view of her little pink pussy. Had I not already been leaning on the brick wall; I would’ve fallen straight on my ass.
I blinked slowly as lewd fantasies flooded my brain. The thought of throwing her over my shoulder, taking her into the pool house, and teasing her until she was in tears begging for me to let her finish. Or dropping right in front of her and making her come on my tongue so loudly that she woke the neighbors. A thousand more fantasies rotated through my mind at warp speed before I returned back to the wet dream that was playing out in front of me.
Mae’s eyes stayed locked on mine as she dipped two fingers inside herself. A satisfied moan spilled from her lips and her eyes fluttered closed as her head lolled backward. Seeing the look of pure pleasure on her face was all I needed to cross the space that separated us in two steps until I was standing just outside where the water from the shower reached.
Sweet God, I could listen to her make those noises all day. Not only was it music to my fucking ears, but those tantalizing moans that continued spilling past her plump red lips were the reason my dick was aching right now. Which was saying a whole fucking lot considering no other woman had gotten me hard since I saw Mae for the first time in years a few weeks ago.
And yes, I tried multiple times with a handful of women and not a damn thing any of them did helped me get up. Do you have any idea how hard it is—no pun intended—to turn down a stunning hotel heiress who was visiting town for the week because your dick refused to cooperate?
