Page 49 of Best Year Ever
“Oh wait, I forgot to ask,” Rori says. “When do you need to drive home?”
“No time specifically,” I say, not sure if an overnight is what she had in mind. “Grace is watching Grover, so the pup’s all taken care of.”
Rori takes a beat and then flips off the TV. “Here’s what I’m thinking. How do you feel about going for a dip in my pool? It’s so pretty watching the sunset out back, and the landscaping makes it completely private.”
Rori dressed in a tight swimsuit, water dripping off her curves? Yes, please.
“Let’s do it. I have a gym bag in my car with some extra shorts too. I’ll go grab it.”
She nods, and I walk out of the cottage to grab the bag, which is normally stocked with extras I might need after a training session. No, I didn’t pack it specifically for this trip.
I might have glanced to make sure it was there before I left, though.
Coming back into the house, I see that Rori has grabbed a couple of towels and is heading back to her balcony doors. I follow her there, and when I slip through the glass doors she’s opened for us, I notice wood stairs leading off the deck to the small pool.
A combination of trees and shrubs create a visual barrier in every direction from her neighbors, protecting the backyard from anyone’s view. Nice.
Dropping my bag on the deck, I walk down the stairs where Rori has already set down the towels on two lounge chairs.
“So, Landon,” she starts with a mischievous look in her eye. “How do you feel about skipping those shorts for our swim?”
She ends that very compelling statement by biting her bottom lip again and taking her shirt off, leaving only her bralette on for now.
A mix of a groan and growl escapes me. “So skinny-dip?” I say gruffly.
“Yes,” she says, eyes lit up.
Unable to help myself, I reach out and put my thumb on her bottom lip, mimicking the action she made a moment ago when she was biting it.
As her lips part slightly at my touch, I slip my thumb fully into her mouth. She immediately starts sucking on it—shit, the sensation is a straight shot to my dick. And I’m not the only one turned on. I see her nipples have gone as hard as diamonds under her bralette.
“Ahhhh, Rori,” I say as I start losing myself in the feel of her mouth.
She grabs my hand and pulls my thumb out. “I missed this,” she says as her hand goes down to my rising dick and rubs it over my shorts.
Fuck, this woman is going to own me.
Trying to keep myself under control, I move my hands to her face and go in for a heady kiss, my tongue entering her mouth instead of my thumb this time. Nonetheless, I feel myself losing it as her hands work me over my shorts, like a high school boy unused to a girl’s touch.
With a lot of regret, I step out of our embrace to put a little distance between us. “Plenty of time for that. Let’s get in the pool before we miss the sunset.”
“Okayyyy, if we must,” Rori says with a singsong voice.
But she isn’t done making me suffer. She strips off her bralette while keeping her eyes locked on mine, revealing herperky tits.
“I missedthose,” I say, unabashedly admiring them as she wears a pleased expression.
Next, she leans down to unbutton her shorts. This part she does slowly, lingering on the zipper after releasing the button, then slipping the zipper down.
Intoxicated by the show she is putting on, I watch as she lowers the shorts inch by inch. Finally, as they reach the stone deck around the pool, she stands back up, fully naked.
Her beautiful pussy, pink and glistening—my girl is definitely turned on herself.
Shit, she hadn’t worn panties tonight.
“Oh, you’re dangerous, aren’t you, baby?”
CHAPTER 18
