Page 50 of Best Year Ever
Rori
It’s clear Landon likes what he sees, as his eyes rove over my bare body. I’m not sure if he’s even aware of what he’s doing, but he’s brought his hand to the bulge in his shorts and is running his hand over it like I was a short while ago.
“Something like that,” I tease in response to his ‘dangerous’ comment, turning around to step into the pool.
Thankfully, I had turned on the warmer earlier, and it’s only slightly cool as I immerse myself in the water. Sliding under to get my hair wet, I swim across the short length of the pool and turn around, arms resting on the decking to hold me in place.
Looking back towards Landon, I watch him walk down the pool stairs into the water himself, all clothes off.
This man looks like a work of art, I think.His ridiculously large muscles, combined with his rock hard dick, makes him perfectly eligible for a statue.
I giggle quietly, and he swims to me. “What?” he asks.
“I can’t tell you, it’ll only make your ego bigger,” I reply.
“Impossible,” he says with a laugh and pecks my lips quickly before swimming a couple of feet over so he can rest his arms on the decking too.
We enjoy the sight of the sunset and stay comfortably quietfor a few minutes. I keep peeking over to admire him, water dripping off his face and curls. On him, it’s a good look that could be the cover of GQ magazine.
Not to mention his equally cover-worthy body. I try to keep my eyes on his face, but part of me wants to reach over and trace a path across his wet chest and shoulders as he bobs in the water.
I can tell he’s resisting the urge to touch me too, as his eyes sneak looks at my face, neck, and breasts before turning back to the water.
We only have so long before one of us makes a move, I suspect. I decide to break the silence in the meantime to get answers to some football questions I have. We may be otherwise preoccupied soon.
“So what’s your schedule this summer with the team? It sounds like things will start ramping up soon?”
“Yeah, training camp won’t be until late July, but we have OTAs and a mandatory mini-camp before then,” Landon shares.
“Okay explain all of those to me,” I ask, truly wanting to understand.
“So OTA stands for organized team activities, basically practices. They’re not all required, exactly, but I don’t like not showing up. It’s part of being a leader, you know? Working as hard as the other guys, being involved. So I’ll go to almost all of them. And then we have a mandatory mini-camp in the third week of June.”
“Oh, like when I’ll be in the grass court season,” I observe. “It sounds like you’re on a pretty short countdown until everything starts getting intense,” I say, lightly splashing the water with my fingertips.
“It’s getting close,” he replies. “When do you start focusing on the grass court season?”
“Well, since the French Open is still going on, this is basically a free week for me. We’ll use the grass courts at my training facility here to practice. But I fly out a week from Sunday to start hitting over there, with a tournament a week after.”
His face looks downbeat for a minute before he smooths it out. “So just two weeks here, huh?”
“Yes,” I reply.
“Well, we better make the most of it,” he says with a wink, turning towards me, as if he’s already feeling the time pressure before my next departure.
As he completes his turn, I feel his left hand grab my hip under water. Pulling me closer, he presses our bodies together, while his right hand keeps hold of the deck.
“I really want to keep talking with you, Rori, but I also want to do this,” Landon says, locking our mouths in a kiss. I put my arms around his shoulders as his lips touch mine, so that his grip on the deck is the only thing holding us above water.
With the fading sunlight causing shadows around us, the whole moment is postcard-worthy. Wrapped around each other, our lips joined, the water lightly lapping against us in waves.
I start feeling my core tingle as his hardness brushes me, our bodies swaying against each other under the water.
I let out a small moan and he breaks the kiss. “Can we move inside?” he asks.
I nod and we swim to the steps, walking out in tandem and grabbing our respective towels. I head over to open the balcony doors so we can go back inside. Before I know it, Landon comes towards me and scoops me up in his arms, in a bridal carry.
“I got you,” he says while he manages to close the glass doors behind us before bringing us inside.
