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“Why the hell not?” Mr. James counters. His voice is a little raised and his wife rubs his shoulder. This whole partnership with the hot tub is going to be a bust and it just started.
I want to laugh, but I swallow my laughter and hide behind my trusted paperback.
Once the schedule is set, the Jameses leave with a bitter taste floating around the air. Now Mom is serving dinner while Dadbickers about how unfortunate it is that he only has use of the hot tub for half the time.
“Now, now, Ned, you barely go out there anyway. You say you’re going to freeze your nu. . .” mom pauses and side glances at me. “It’s too cold.”
I roll my lips and bite my lower lip to hold back my laughter once again, and Dad gives a sheepish harrumph.
“When do we have access to the tub?” I ask, looking between my parents.
“Tonight we do, but not tomorrow,” Dad says, rolling his eyes.
“Mom, can I borrow a bathing suit? I forgot mine back at school,” I say.
“You’ll need to take a thick robe or jacket to get there. The good thing is it is secluded, so even if you want to go in your birthday suit, no one would notice.”
“Sandy,” Dad chides Mom for suggesting something so crazy.
“What, it feels nice to be out there naked,” Mom retorts.
Dad blushes.
My parents are so weird.
After dinner, I head upstairs and pull the bottle of wine I bought in the airport out of my suitcase. Tonight is the night to drink. I’m bored out of my mind.
I head to the kitchen and take the bottle opener and head back to my room. It’s already dark outside, even though it’s only seven thirty. I also grab a mug because who needs to be fancy. Back in my room, I pour myself a full mug. By the time I’m finished I am feeling warm and giddy.
Mom left a bathing suit on my bed but when I pick it up and look at it, it reminds me of one of those granny suits. I don’t even think it will fit me. Feeling warm and lose, I take off all my clothes and put on the white robe Mom left. It has a hood andfeels so thick and warm. I’ll wear it all the way to the hot tub. It even has a deep pocket for me to slip my wine bottle inside.
I open my bedroom door to see if the coast is clear. My parents are very square. As in, they maybe drink wine three times a year. If my dad sees me with a wine bottle in my pocket, he may think I have a problem. I slip my boots on my bare feet and head out the back door. The yard is quite large and it takes me a few minutes to reach the edge. I find the hot tub and watch the delicious steam evaporating into the cold air. When I reach the side, I turn on the jets using the touch pad along one of the edges. The tub gets fired up and I am excited. I place my wine bottle along one of the thicker wood edges since there is a deck built around the tub. Then I drop the robe, look all around me at the nothingness and the beautiful lake view, and I slip inside. The water is hot and it feels so good. I tip my head back as I lean against one of the jets. Mmm, that feels nice. I place AirPods in my ears and play some music. After a few minutes, I take a long pull of my wine. I hold on to the bottle. I don’t really have time to drink when I am back at school. It feels so good. It makes me feel relaxed. Suddenly, I get an idea to spread my legs against one of the jets since there was a scene like this in one of my romance novels. My jaw drops and my breathing picks up as the strength of the jet hits me right between my thighs, causing heat to furl low in my belly. I tip my head back and enjoy the sensation. This hot tub is definitely a good addition to this place. I feel myself building and. . .
CHAPTER SIX
Wyatt
“Dad, you said we had the hot tub tonight, right?” I ask after I’ve helped clean up after dinner. My niece and nephew have run off to play video games and David and Casey are who knows where.
“Yup. Tonight is our night,” he confirms.
“Did you bring a bathing suit?” Mom asks.
“I’ll just go in a pair of shorts,” I say. I’m not going to tell my parents I was hoping the surprise was an exotic beach destination. Knowing my family, I should’ve realized that it was wishful thinking.
I put on my Westfall U hoodie and shorts then slip on my boots. I look ridiculous because I’m wearing shorts but then again, I am Canadian, and it isn’t so strange for Canadians to wear shorts in the winter.
I trudge across the property, remembering some good times with Casey and Grams. She owned a Seadoo that Casey and I used to use on the lake in the summer. I’m trudging through snow, wondering what the hell my parents were thinking building the hot tub on the edge of the property. These things aresupposed to be built next to the house on a deck with easy access to get inside. Especially with all this snow. With no city lights, the place is pitch dark. The closer I get to the tub, I realize I hear something. I pause and walk slower, hearing soft moans drifting my way.
My eyes bug out the closer I get. I should probably turn around but this is too good to pass up. I walk up to the tub to see a naked Willa getting off on one of the jets.
“Holy shit,” I say, my mouth falling lax. Her breasts are bouncing above the water.
Her eyes fly open and then she screams so loud she could wake the dead.
“What the hell? What are you doing here?” She begins to scramble, pulling her robe into the water to cover herself.”
“This is my family’s night,” I retort. “The better question is, what are you doing getting off in our hot tub?”
