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“You going to clean that up or lick it off?” Rhett arches a brow.
My cheeks burn. Even after what just happened and how bold I acted, I am blushing like a virgin. Which after all, I still am one.
Probably not for long though.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
Rhett
Twenty minutes later and we’re in the hot tub with Iris and Brooks, who are both watching us with suspicious gleams in their eyes, sharing secret looks with each other every few minutes. They are sitting across from us, the warm water bubbling all around us, the lights from within the tub changing colors every few seconds.
Any remnants from the birthday party are gone, like it never even happened. The house is mostly quiet. No one else is outside with us. All is peaceful tonight, including me. Everything just feels right in this moment and I fucking love it.
Willow is planted firmly at my side, wearing another swimsuit. It’s hot pink, not as skimpy as the green one she wore earlier, but it’s still giving me all sorts of ideas. Those strings everywhere that I can undo. At her neck and back. Upon each hip. A few tugs and she’d be naked, and fuck, I’d like to see that.
Not right now though. With Iris and Brooks as our audience. No thank you.
“You two were gone a long time,” Iris says, not about to let this situation go. “What were you up to, hmm?”
“Like I’m going to tell you.” Willow cuts her hand through the bubbling water, splashing Iris who only laughs. “You’ve disappeared with Brooks today more often than not.”
“That’s because I’m letting him fuck me every chance he gets,” Iris says with a straight face.
Brooks says nothing. Just slides down the side of the hot tub, submerging himself completely underwater.
“You’re embarrassing him,” Willow chastises right as Brooks’s head pops back up, water streaming down his face. He scrubs a hand across his mouth, sliding it up to push his hair back.
“It’s cool. Whatever.” Brooks leans back, spreading his arms out wide across the edge of the hot tub, his fingers toying with Iris’s hair. There’s an ease about them that makes me think they might’ve established what they are to each other, but who knows. They could be living in a bubble this weekend, and come Monday, it’ll be back to reality. Back to Iris ignoring him or treating him like garbage, and Brooks begging for scraps.
I send a quick glance in Willow’s direction, noting the contented expression on her face. I hope like hell that won’t happen to us, but it could. There’s something going on with Will, and she’s not telling me what it is. I don’t want to get too bogged down in those details either. Making myself depressed is not the move at the moment.
Guess I’ll wait until we’re back at campus. Maybe both Brooks and I are going to get dumped on our asses.
“You’re quiet.” Iris points at me, a smirk on her face.
“And?” I ask, keeping my voice even. Iris loves to call out people and make them squirm. I’m not falling for her shit.
“You’re too quiet.” She turns her fingers into a gun, making like she’s going to shoot me. “I don’t trust boys who are quiet.”
“I’m quiet,” Brooks reminds her.
“No, you’re really not.” Forgetting all about me, Iris turns her back on us and climbs onto Brooks’s lap, rolling her hips against him. I swear Brooks’s eyes practically roll into the back of his head. “Sometimes you’re a little too loud, Brooksie.”
Willow and I share a look and I grab her by the waist, making her squeal when I haul her into my lap, though I don’t have her straddle me.
That’ll send me straight into Bonerville.
“Do you think they’re going to have sex in the hot tub with us?” I wrap my arms around Willow and hold her close, my mouth close to her ear as I whisper my question.
“I hope not,” she whispers back, sounding vaguely horrified. “That is something I don’t want to witness.”
“We can hear you,” Iris calls, her back still to us as she basically humps Brooks. “And no, I’m not going to fuck him in the hot tub. Not with you guys in it. Gross.”
Willow glances up at me and I can’t help myself—I kiss her. She responds automatically, her lips parting, allowing my tongue entry, which I take. I don’t mean to get carried away but I do, and the next thing I know, my hand is beneath her bikini top, my fingers pinching her nipple—
“We can see you too,” Iris calls. “Stop mauling her, Bennett.”
I release my hold on Willow’s nipple, removing my hand from her top completely while she readjusts it. “Sorry.”
