Page 136 of Between Never and Forever
What upsets me is the idea of her doing any of it with Paul Northwood. Doing any of it at allwithoutme.
Not for the first time, my need for her flares, my fists clenching around the handles on my tube. I’ve never been so set on having something, someone, as I am with Savannah. As I’ve always been with her. It will never go away. It’s just as strong now as it was when we were kids. Maybe stronger, because now I understand it better.
Without overthinking it, I reach over and grab her thigh, pulling her slowly until she’s facing me once more. She doesn’t stop me. In fact, she’s smiling when I finally see her face again. Without prompting, she stretches her legs, so her feet are propped on my thigh, then she wiggles her toes.
I chuckle and shake my head, but I grab her foot anyway. Pressing my thumbs into her arch and the ball of her foot, I massage gently, and she hums in approval. The sound ripples over me.
“You like that.”
It’s not a question, but she nods in response. I move my hand up her leg, using my fingers to work her calf, and I watch as her nipples harden, perfectly outlined in her swimsuit. I watch her chest as it rises and falls more rapidly and mine does the same.
“Were you getting jealous?”
Her voice is teasing, but breathy, and there’s no hiding that she’s turned on.
“Always. I’malwaysjealous when it comes to you, Savannah. And you know it.”
She smiles, then slowly inches her body toward me.
“Hold this,” she says, handing me her water bottle, and then I watch with amusement as she awkwardly maneuvers her body off her tube and into my lap.
My arm wraps around her waist to steady the tube in the quickly moving current, and I hear Red scold her. She ignores him, waving her hand behind her head, and I watch him sigh and turn his eyes forward.
“He’s right.”
My voice is quieter now that her face is inches from mine.
“This probably isn’t safe.”
“Too late now.”
She wiggles, her ass rubbing up against my hard dick, and her eyebrows jump behind her sunglasses.
“Don’t think you’re upset about it, though, huh, Weenie?”
I tickle her side, and she squeals out a laugh.
“Definitely not upset,” I tell her.
She reaches up and spins my baseball cap around, so it’s sitting backward on my head, then slips my sunglasses off. She tucks the sunglasses into the front of her swimsuit, right into her cleavage, and smiles.
“I’ve missed your eyes,” she whispers.
I reach up and gently pull off her sunglasses, then slide them onto her head.
“I’ve missed yours, too.”
She smiles, then I smile, and I’m seconds from kissing her, when Dustin shouts to the group.
“Got some rocks up here and then the bridge, so hold tight, and stay upright,” he yells with a laugh. “And avoid the supports. They hurt like hell if you hit ‘em.”
My stomach drops, and I glance forward just in time to see rapids. Angry, rushing rapids, dumping right into the supports under the old trestle bridge. It would be dangerous even alone in a single tube. Savannah and I are doubled.
“Fuck.”
I look from the quickly approaching rapids to Savannah, and then to her tube.
“Savannah, get back into your tube,” Red shouts, and I don’t miss that his voice has to be louder to reach us over the sound of the river crashing into the rocks up ahead.
