Page 165 of Where Broken Wings Fly

“You’re looking far too beautiful to be standing there drooling.” He lowers his voice. “I want to see you wet and dripping… in lake water.”

I batter my fists against his back. “That’s not the kind of wet I was thinking. Let me down! Throw me in that lake, and I swear, it’ll be the last thing you do.”

“Throw her!” Zach shouts.

Lifting my head from hanging upside down over Killian’s shoulder, I spot Arianna sitting on Zach’s shoulders for a good view of the fiasco. She’s even clapping him on.

“Do it, do it!”

“Killian, don’t you dare!” I scream.

His arms tighten around the backs of my thighs and for a moment, I think I’m safe. In the next breath, Killian’s grip on my skin is gone. There’s nothing but empty air as I hurtle towards the water.

Bracing myself, the lake swallows me whole, and I sink beneath the warm water. It’s like diving into a massive bathtub. When I break the surface, spluttering and wiping my eyes, everyone is cackling.

Killian looks mighty proud of himself. “Nice dive!”

“You just lost bedroom privileges for a month,” I shout back at him, treading water while my dress floats up around me. “I warned you!”

His laughter dries up. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me. Do you know how long I spent doing my hair this morning?”

Zach claps him on the back. “Sucks to be you, cuz. Don’t worry, Micah and I will keep Willow warm at night while you’re in the doghouse.”

Killian grabs hold of Zach’s arm, and in one smooth move, tosses him headfirst into the lake. Zach bellows before hitting the water. He nearly drowns me with a tidal wave that rushes in my direction, emerging seconds later to curse his cousin.

“Language!” Arianna chastises. “That’s a bad word, Zach.”

He coughs up water. “She’s your daughter, alright.”

I splash him back. “You owe money to the swear jar.”

“Fuck the swear jar!”

“That’s another pound. You’re digging yourself a hole here.”

“I can see through your dress, smartass. Nice bra. Very girly.”

I look down to find my white sundress completely transparent as water laps at my chest. My bright yellow bra is glaring through the wet fabric, barely containing the pebbles of my nipples. Shit. This is all Killian’s fault.

Swimming over to where Zach is bobbing in the water, I wrap my legs around his waist, freeing up my hands to wrench the dress over my head. He holds my thighs as I toss it aside, the material landing on the slope in a sopping wet ball.

“Better?” I sass him.

His finger traces the cup of my soaked lace bra. “It’s a shame the kid is here, otherwise I’d show you how much I like this bra and panties set. Especially wet.”

“Feel free to show me later.”

“Oh, I intend to. Maybe I’ll let Micah watch.”

“Only watch?”

“Well, that’s his decision. Not mine.”

I grind against him in the water. “I’m sure you could persuade him.”

“I’m nothing if not persuasive.”

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