Page 51 of Next in Line
“Why does Miles think you’re staying in Boulder for so long anyhow?” I ask, resting my head back on the hot tub and running my hand through the cold beads of water in my beard.
Maggie gets a pained expression before replying. “Well, I told him once Sterling gets drafted, I don’t know where we’ll end up, and this is probably the last bit of free time I’ll have before we move away together. When I told him I wanted some quality time before all of that, he ate it up like complimentary cookies.”
I grimace because I can just see Miles believing all that. “Yeah, he’s pretty gullible, I’m afraid.”
“I know, and believe me, I feel horrible for lying to his face like that, but I keep telling myself that none of this will matter once Sterling and I get back together.”
“And you’re still sure that’s what you want?” I ask because honestly, I keep hoping that she’ll eventually realize how crazy this plan is and wise up and let it all go.
She nods earnestly. “I’m positive that Sterling is it for me. I’ve never fallen so hard and so fast for a guy. And my parents were the same way when they met in college, and they’ve been married forever now.”
“But why don’t you just tell your family what happened? Surely, it’s not that big of a deal for a couple to go through a breakup and then get back together.”
Maggie shakes her head. “You remember Miles’s ex-girlfriend, Jocelyn, right?”
I get a cold shiver up my neck at the mention of that piece of work, and my upper lip curls. “Oh, I remember.”
“Exactly,” Maggie states with wide eyes. “She was awful, and she broke Miles’s heart over and over again. They broke up and got back together so many times that they were worse than Kourtney Kardashian and Scott Disick. It was so bad it even bothered our grandfather. Now Miles is finally with someone wonderful like Kate, and I don’t want to put this strain on my family again.”
“But Joce was a bitch,” I state as flashbacks of the drama that woman brought into our lives replays in the back of my mind. “Sorry to be the one to say it, but it’s true. If Sterling is as great of a guy as you say he is, then your family won’t care.”
Maggie shakes her head. “No, I refuse to put them through this because in a few weeks or a few months, we’ll be back together and it won’t matter. I want them to love Sterling. I don’t want them to associate him with Jocelyn’s behavior in any way, shape, or form. And I especially don’t want to rock the boat when everyone is so happy.”
I exhale heavily because she’s putting a lot of pressure on herself to fix this without anyone knowing, and that’s not my idea of family. “Look, Maggie…you can do what you want, but I have three older sisters, and I’m telling you…I’d rather be there for them through all their imperfect moments than be subjected to bullshit perfect ones.”
Maggie looks at me with pleading eyes that I don’t think I could ever say no to. “I get that, Sam. But this is my problem. My mess. And this is how I’m dealing with it.”
I slump back into the jets and press my lips together to stop from saying anything more. I’m doing my part by making sure she’s safe. It’s not my job to strong-arm her down a path. I’m just being a friend.
Maggie takes in my defeated posture and floats closer to me with a wicked look in her eyes. “Look at it this way…if I wasn’t like this, then you and I wouldn’t be naked in a hot tub together right now.”
She waggles her eyebrows at me and sits up on her knees so her wet, bare breasts are on full display. I have to look away when my dick grows hard under the water. “You’re fucking evil.”
Maggie giggles. “But I use my powers for good.”
Without pause, I reach out and wrap my hand around her wrist to yank her toward me. She splashes up onto my lap, and those perfect breasts brush against my chest as her hip slides over my cock. Being this close to her naked body and not touching her for this long was the act of a saint…and right now, I want to be a sinner. I slide my palm along her hip as she brings her hand to my jaw and stares at my lips with an unmistakable hunger.
Before she can beat me to the punch, I lean in and take her lips with mine. She tastes of chocolate and Baileys, and her lips are so soft, I want to feel them on every inch of my body. Her posture relaxes in my arms as she eagerly meets the demanding thrust of my tongue with her own. I groan my appreciation into her mouth and slide my hand around to palm her ass into me.
She twists in my lap, shifting to straddle me, and a shiver rushes up through my body when my dick nudges her center.
“Maggie,” I husk against her lips, our breaths mixing in ragged succession. “If we don’t get out of this hot tub, that condom run I did this morning will be for nothing.”
“Sam,” she groans her little noise of disapproval and rubs herself greedily on my cock with small thrusts of her pelvis. “I don’t want to get out.”
I dip my hand under the water to rub my thumb over her clit. She gasps a throaty sound right in my ear, her hands gripping my head like a life raft in the middle of a storm. I make the decision to make her come right here with my fingers, but my mind is ripped out of this Maggie-trance when I hear the faint sound of laughter coming from much too close to us.
I grab Maggie’s arms and push her off to the side just in time to see a group of young teenagers running away from the hot tub.
“Hey!” I call out, unceremoniously pulling my cock away from Maggie’s thighs. “This is private property. What the fuck are you doing here?”
The boys stop and wave something at me that I can’t quite make out in the dark. I hear Maggie gasp from beside me and turn to look at her in question.
“They took our clothes!” she exclaims and moves to a standing position. “Hey, you little shits!”
The boys howl with laughter, and I quickly grab Maggie by the shoulders and shove her back down into the water. “Maggie, you’re fucking naked.”
“Shit,” she growls, clearly forgetting herself. “It’s the same little pricks from the ski hill. I’m gonna call the cops on you!” she shouts, little veins popping out on her neck.
