Page 57 of Wait With Me
“I’ve swum in that lake before. It’s not disgusting. One little bicycle tire doesn’t change my opinion on its cleanliness.”
She pouts. “But it’s probably going to be cold.”
I shrug. “It’s fine. I knew you wouldn’t do it. You’re all talk, no action.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yep,” I reply, pinning my eyes to her.
“Need I remind you who’s been sneaking into Tire Depot for weeks on end now?”
I scoff. “You call that dangerous?”
“I’m consuming those complimentary beverages without a service, Miles.” She waggles her head back and forth with some serious sass. “That’s basically just as bad as thieving.”
I laugh at her choice of words, then narrow my eyes and reply through clenched teeth, “Such a cold, hard criminal.”
She narrows her eyes back at me, clearly not enjoying my sarcasm. “Fine, I’ll do it, but you have to do it with me.”
“And why would I do that?”
“Because I’ll be naked,” she replies, taking her shirt off and flinging it at me. When the fabric falls down from my face, I see the complete outline of her nipple through the sheer pink bra she has on.
When I see my hickey, my dick jumps to life. “Fair point.”
I stand, and we both make our way down the path toward the water to our earlier fishing spot on the boulder. It’s a perfect jumping-off point.
Mercedes takes a deep breath in and ditches her shorts and flip-flops, kicking them off behind her, her arms crossed in front of herself for warmth as she stands before me, slightly hunched in a matching pink panty set.
I reach back and yank my shirt off over my head and toss it over by her shorts. She eyes me brazenly and waggles her brows at my package. “Jeans too, buster.”
“Buster,” I mimic her word with a shake of my head and push the denim down off my legs and kick it off along with my shoes.
She reaches back and unclasps her bra, flinging it over with the rest of our stuff. She’s no longer hunched and hiding now, though. She’s standing proud and poised, perfectly at ease with herself as she bends over and slides her panties off.
When she rights herself, my jaw is slack. The moonlight, the sound of the water, and the view of her completely naked, red hair blowing in the night breeze…it’s too much. It’s too sexy. It’s fucking dream-worthy.
“Come on now. We’ve come this far,” she says, pointing down at my boxers.
Mindlessly, I push them down, my eyes still completely locked on her.
She glances down. “Is that going to hurt when you jump in the water?”
I shake my head. “Not if you hold it.”
She laughs, and Jesus Christ, she actually gets more beautiful at this moment. And without a look back, she runs and jumps off the boulder and into the water.
No graceful dive.
No demure leap.
She fucking cannonballs like the original, magnetic, real girl she is.
I dive in after her and take three hard strokes to get to her. I pull her into my arms, her hard nipples brushing against my chest as she wraps her legs tightly around my hips.
She folds her hands behind my neck and kisses me sweetly, giving me just a tiny sample of her tongue as I tread water and turn us in circles. She pulls back with a smile and lets go of my shoulders as she stretches her upper body backward to float. Her arms are fanned out wide. Her bare, beautiful breasts shiny in the moonlight. She’s stunning.
My bare dick is hard and pushed up between us, but I’m not thinking about fucking her right now. All I’m thinking about is how quickly I’m liking this girl. About how confusing these feelings are for me because even though she’s so cool and awesome and sexy and fun, I still don’t know if I’m ready for more. My heart and my head are at complete odds with each other, and I don’t know which one knows best.
