Page 98 of What Are The Odds?
“Where are we going now?” Grace questioned as I took her hand and tugged her up the basement stairs then down the hall.
“What I think will be your favourite part of the house.”
When we walked into the indoor pool, Grace’s jaw practically hit the floor. This room had been a focus when my parents built the place. Mum grew up in Florida, so being able to swim year-round was a selling point for her. While some parts of my house were over the top, this room was pretty cool. Four of the three walls were floor-to-ceiling windows, making it feel as though you were outside. The ceiling was styled to reflect a starry night, and moss ran along the only structured wall to make it feel like a rainforest. I’d done a lot of recovery in this pool, floating around while it snowed outside.
“If you're not too over swimming, you can practice in here.”
Grace whipped around, excitement dancing in her eyes.
“Or maybe once we’re done with the cinema foreplay, we can have pool sex.”
That stopped me in my tracks.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Grace confirmed. “Having sex with you in a pool is definitely on my list.”
When she tried to back away, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to me. Laughing, she smacked into my chest.
“What else is on this list, Hughesy?”
“Let’s focus on ticking that off first.”
“Agreed. Should we swim now or. . .”
She playfully rolled her eyes. “Tell me something that’s on your list.”
I didn’t miss a beat.
“You riding me in nothing but my hockey jersey.”
She inhaled sharply. The tension in my bedroom was nothing compared to this. If I made a move now, I don’t think Grace would stop me. And I was having a real hard time telling myself not to throw her in that pool and sink into her. The opening of a door cut the tension in a heartbeat. Lana strolled out of the sauna that was concealed behind the moss wall. Grace jumped away, putting way too much distance between us. Lana was wearing a black bikini that I’d drool over Grace wearing, but on my sister just seemed wrong. She must have arrived while I was picking up Grace. I felt bad. I should have offered to pick her up too.
“You must be Grace,” she said cheerily.
She held Grace at arm’s length, looking her up and down.
“You are gorgeous. I love your outfit. Comfy chic. Such a vibe.”
Grace blushed. She was so fucking adorable.
“Grace, this is my sister. Lana.” I pulled Grace from Lana’s embrace and draped my arm over her shoulder. “I was giving Grace the tour.”
“You mean showing her your favourite hook-up spots?” Lana jested. “You look like you’re about to devour the girl.”
Poor Grace. Now she looked mortified. Lana was never one for subtlety. Lana reached up, squeezing my cheek.
“You need to shave. You’re looking old.”
“It’s so good to see you too, Lana,” I said, drily.
Smiling smugly, she pressed onto her toes and kissed my unshaved cheek.
“Itisgood to see you. I’ve missed you. How’s Philly?”
“Good. How’s Boston?”
“Good. How’s the team going this season?”
