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“I got carried away too,” Willow murmurs, her entire face pink but I can’t tell if that’s from embarrassment or the steamy heat of the water.
“Ah, young love,” Iris singsongs, leaning back against Brooks’s arm. Her gaze shifts to me. “You better not break her heart.”
“I think she’s the one who’s going to end up breaking mine,” I drawl, dragging Willow closer to me. Her butt is nestled perfectly against my junk and I can still see it in my mind. Curvy and round and utterly squeezable. I didn’t squeeze it enough when I had it bared in front of me earlier. Hopefully I can rectify that later.
“No, I won’t,” Willow says, but her voice is weak and I can’t tell if she really means it or not.
I’d prefer to pretend she totally means it. That she won’t destroy me because she could now. After what we shared, after what we did—I’m a goner. There will be no one else who could even spark my interest. All that matters is her.
We make small talk for a while and eventually, Iris brings the bottle of champagne out of hiding. Brooks opens it, the cork shooting into the air, making Iris squeal, and then she’s drinking straight from the bottle, guzzling it before she hands it over to Brooks.
Once he’s done, he passes it to Willow, who slowly shakes her head. “No, thank you.”
I don’t push Willow into taking a drink. I’m not about to make her uncomfortable. Instead, I take the bottle from her and take a long pull, the bubbles tickling my throat, the slightly bitter yet crisp taste lingering on my tongue.
“Why aren’t you drinking?” Iris asks as she takes the bottle from me.
“I don’t know.” Willow shrugs, her gaze going to mine before skittering away. “I don’t want to forget anything about tonight.”
Iris grins. Brooks acts like he didn’t hear her.
I gawk at her like an idiot, oddly touched.
She doesn’t want to forget a single detail about this night with me, which reveals more than what she could ever say with words. She wants to remember this night, this moment.
I do too.
When the bottle is returned to me, I take a small sip, nuzzling my face against Willow’s once I’ve passed the champagne on to her cousin.
“I don’t want to forget anything either,” I tell her, my voice low, my words sincere. I hope she realizes it.
Willow turns in my arms, facing me, her lips right at level with mine. Brooks turns up the speed on the hot tub, the bubbles coming louder and faster, and I realize I can’t hear a damn word they’re saying.
Not that they’re talking to us. No, currently Iris and Brooks are wrapped around each other, full-on making out. I saw tongues and everything.
“Maybe we should leave so they can have some alone time.” Willow sounds amused, though her gaze is vaguely worried.
I’m sure she doesn’t want to witness anything either.
“We probably should,” I agree, wrapping my arm around her shoulders. Her skin is smooth and wet, and I’d give anything to slowly strip her of the sexy bikini and worship her with my hands. My mouth. I’d go down on her if she let me. Eat that sweet little pussy until she was crying out, grinding her juicy cunt on my mouth and chin, her fingers tugging on my hair.
I’d do anything to make that fucking happen.
“There are towels in that deck box right over there.” Willow inclines her head to just behind me and I look over at where she indicated, noticing the box. “We could run over there, grab some towels and go.”
We both swivel our heads in the direction of Brooks and Iris, who are still wrapped up in each other. They’re not noticing shit.
“Let’s do it,” I tell Willow.
Within seconds we’re out of the hot tub, both of us shivering as she leads the way to the deck box. She flips open the top, pulling out thick, cream-colored towels, and hands one to me before she wraps herself up in one. They’re huge, giving me the coverage I want since it’s cold as balls out here and I’m shivering.
“Can we go into the house like this?” I ask. We’re dripping wet.
“No one minds. Besides, we might dry off some by the time we’re inside,” Willow says. “Come on.”
Within minutes we’re creeping up the stairs, my heart in my throat because I don’t know what she’s going to do or say next. Tell me good night and go back to the room she shares with Iris? Follow me and let me guide her back into the guest room I’m staying in?
If she chooses the latter, she has to know what might happen. We might not do the actual deed yet, but I’m going to do something to her again. Whether it’s with my fingers or my mouth or my dick, I’m going to make this girl come again.
