Page 64 of Breaking Rules
“Is that your answer?” he asked.
After everything we’d been through, especially last night in his room, God yes. But just to seal the deal, I grabbed his hard-on. “Yes.”
He lowered his eyelids then quickly removed my hand. “And Ferris isn’t going to be a problem?”
I giggled. “Don’t like my hand on your boner?”
His teeth sank into his bottom lip. “I’d rather have your mouth. But back to Ferris.”
“Ferris isn’t a problem, but he is my tutor.”
He made a noise in the back of his throat.
“Train, there’s something you should know about me. I was hurt by a guy once. He broke up with me to play the field. So I’m as scared as you. Let’s date and have fun. If sex happens, then it happens. But just so you know, I love sex, and I’m not a virgin.”
He lost the jealous attitude and smirked. “You say the boldest things.”
“So how about a lesson in swimming?” I asked. “If we’re going to date, I guess I should learn to like the water, but only if you’re with me.” I wasn’t sure if I could get over my phobia of not seeing what was below me, but I was willing to try with him.
“Come on. Let’s eat first. Austin gets cranky when he doesn’t eat.”
Two hours later, after our food had digested, Train and I were in the ocean in an area where we could see and touch the bottom. We hadn’t gone far out at all. He’d been watching me swim and teaching me the different swim strokes. Again, I could swim but not to save my life. Train said that was because I was panicking. But after an hour of the doggie paddle and regular swim strokes, I was tired.
He grasped my waist and lifted me in his arms. My legs went around his waist, while I locked my hands behind his neck with my front pressed to his front. We floated out a little ways until I couldn’t see the bottom.
“Okay, time to go in,” I said.
“This is where you need to learn.”
“It freaks me out that I can’t see the bottom.”
He pulled out a set of swimmer’s goggles. “Put these on. Then take a peek.”
He held me while I slipped on the goggles. Then I dipped underwater. All I could see was a sandy bottom and nothing else. I popped up.
His cheeks were getting sunburned. “Nothing to worry about. Right?”
I lifted a shoulder as I lowered the goggles, letting them hang around my neck. “I still need you to hold me.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
“So I can do this.” I jumped into his arms and kissed him.
He clutched my hips, then his tongue was in my mouth. He tasted salty but oh so good. I melted into him, letting him take as much as he wanted. He grabbed a handful of my hair with one hand and gently cupped my face with the other as we floated.
My hands slid around his neck, and I dug my fingers in to hold on for whatever ride he was taking me on, and he was teasing my tongue, willing me to engage. I was in heaven, letting him have his way.
“Kiss me, baby,” he said, biting on my lip.
I mewled in time with the sound of the seagulls overhead. I sucked on his tongue until he was groaning and pressing his hips into me. As we kissed and groped in the ocean, I knew without a doubt that I would fall for Train Everly.
