Page 11 of Bourbon Bliss
Partial erection or not, this water felt amazing. I didn’t particularly want to get out. Maybe I could talk her into letting me have more time.
“Listen, I’m sorry about taking your spot. I honestly didn’t know. I’m not from around here, and no one told me there was a sign-up sheet. My sister said try the hot springs, so here I am.” I grinned at her, spreading my arms to the sides.
“That doesn’t change the fact that it’s my time.”
“This does present a predicament, doesn’t it?” I rubbed my jaw. “I guess you’ll just have to get in with me.” Obviously she wasn’t going to, but maybe she’d offer to come back in an hour.
She set her bag down and pulled off her sweater, revealing a white tank top underneath. My mouth dropped open as I watched her fold her sweater and put it in her bag. Then she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her leggings and started to slide them down.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
She stopped, bent at the waist, her pants partway down, and looked at me. Her expression still hadn’t changed. “I’m getting in.”
“What?”
“You just said I should get in with you. I decided your solution is acceptable. I usually prefer to soak alone, but this time, I’ll make an exception.”
“Why?” It was a weird question, but it was the first thing that popped into my head.
She tilted her head, still bent over. “You weren’t aware of the sign-up sheet. Tourists typically can’t find this place without someone showing them, and any Bootlegger would know the rules. So either you got bad information, or someone set you up. Neither of those things seem like reason enough to make you leave.”
“My sister told me, and I don’t think she’d set me up. Not like this, at least. That’s not really her style.”
She finished taking off her leggings and folded them. I could see the goosebumps raise on her skin from the cold. With a little shiver, she pulled off her tank top and quickly put it in her bag.
Therewasa hot body beneath her sweater. A very hot body that was clad in nothing but a black bikini.
And now my erection was not of thesemivariety.
I slid forward on the ledge I was sitting on, trying to get lower in the water. I wanted more distance between my crotch and the surface, in case she looked down. She climbed into the pool and settled herself on the ledge across from me.
“I’m—”
“George Thompson,” she said, before I had a chance to finish.
I was accustomed to people knowing me, even approaching me in public. I’d signed autographs on everything from dirty napkins to women’s boobs. But for some reason, the fact that this strange girl knew who I was surprised me into silence.
And she’d used my full name. No one called me George. Not even my parents. I’d been GT since I was a kid. But coming from her, I liked it.
“June Tucker,” she said.
I leaned forward, reaching out my hand. “Nice to meet you, June.”
Her eyes flicked downward once and I almost drew back. But she gave me a businesslike shake.
She reached over the side of the pool and dried her hands on her towel before tightening her ponytail. Something about the way she moved was mesmerizing. She wasn’t graceful, exactly, but there was a precision to her movements that was strangely appealing.
“You have an erect penis.”
I stared at her for a few seconds longer than I should have before looking down. I did have an erection, and I was well aware of it. But I hadn’t expected her to notice. And I really hadn’t expected her to mention it like that.
“Um. Yeah, I guess I do.”
“Why?”
“Well… I don’t really know exactly.”
“Are you meeting a lady friend, or did I interrupt you before you could complete your masturbatory emission?”
