Page 90 of Fourth Wheel
“Okay, lovebirds,” Fielding quips as Maddie yelps and jumps out of my arms.
Now that she’s not so close, the world around us comes back into focus, and I notice my brother’s got a towel twisted up and Maddie’s rubbing her butt where he must have snapped her.
“We’re going to be eating burned bacon if you don’t let my sous chef get back to work.”
In seconds, Maddie’s grabbing a towel of her own from the drawer next to the sink, spinning it into a twist, and taking off after my brother. “I’m going to get you for that!” she yells as she tears around the island and Fielding skids out of her reach.
“Hey, hey, hey!” I scold them both. “No running around the stove!”
It’s officially the weekend, but putting names to the days doesn’t matter anymore. Jake’s keeping me off the schedule at The Oak until I tell him otherwise, and Fielding quit his valet job. It’s one of the hottest days of summer yet, but we’ve made our own version of paradise in our backyard.
I’ve been assigned the role of timekeeper, so I’m in charge of the stopwatch for the water slide competition. Every time Maddie goes down, I clock it perfectly, calling out her time with pride. When it’s my brother’s turn, I don’t bother starting the timer, instead adding a few tenths of a second to Maddie’s score so he just barely loses again and again.
He’s catching on to me. But I think he likes letting her win, too.
She’s filling up her cup at the Coke Freestyle machine now, and I can’t help but watch her pert little ass in her red one-piece. She looks like a freaking Baywatch model, and I get hard every time she gets out of the water.
We learned yesterday that Fielding is a literal child and can’t resist untying her bathing suit strings underwater, which resulted in her getting pissed off and him getting a beating, hence the reason she’s not wearing a bikini like she usually does. That one-piece may have been chosen to discourage salacious behavior, but it’s inspiring all sorts of dirty thoughts in my mind.
When her drink is topped off, she shakes her hips and peeks at me over her shoulder, smirking when she catches me watching, then she crosses the pool deck and heads my way.
I get her for eight more days.
I’ve got seven more nights with her in my bed.
It feels like I’ve pushed pause on life and stolen this time with both of them. Soon, I’ll have to regroup and get back to the business of adulting. There’ll be lawyers to deal with and the reading of the will and papers to sign. Fielding said our dad was on his case about what we’re doing with our lives, hounding him about why either of us would stay in Hampton now that Mom’s gone.
I don’t have a good answer for that. I don’t know what comes next. Eventually, I’ll have to figure it out. But none of that has to happen right now.
Fielding loads up a noodle blaster and hits Maddie in the ass just as she’s about to reach me. Her eyes flare with mock anger. A second later, she’s getting a running start toward the pool and landing a cannonball inches from where he’s treading.
I watch as they wrestle and she eventually declares herself the winner before mounting his shoulders and steering him around the pool by his hair.
They’re ridiculous. And yet I would give anything to freeze this moment. He’s laughing, she’s smiling, and I’m unburdened and surprisingly free.
Fielding eventually dunks her and swims away, freeing her up to come back to me. She’s a literal wet dream as she walks out of the beach entry of the pool. I’m tempted to jump up and meet her halfway to ensure she makes it this time.
She slinks over to me, dripping wet with that wanton look in her eye, then straddles my lap and soaks me.
“You’re trouble,” I murmur as I cup her ass and curl up to bite one nipple through the thin fabric of her suit.
“Am I?” she teases, grinding down on my erection and arching her back to offer me her other tit.
I can’t fucking resist her like this, and she knows it. I take her into my mouth, then bite down harder when she mewls. I’m so tempted to peel this whole damn one-piece off her body and devour her right here on this pool chair. But I know better, and she does, too.
“Baby girl. We can’t. He’s not decent enough to give us privacy or pretend not to watch.”
Fucking Fielding.
“I know,” she relents with a sigh. “I just needed to feel you.” She grinds against me again.
My dick aches from her proximity, and I press my hips up into the apex of her thighs in response.
“Tonight,” I promise with a growl before gripping her by the arms and lifting her off my body.
“Tonight,” she repeats with a wink before rising to her feet and extending one hand.
“Stop being a grump and come play,” she urges.
