Page 101 of Unspoken Rules

I make my way outside in nothing but my underwear. Still don’t have a bathing suit and at this point, I don’t think I’ll ever get one. The one Chris let me use went back to him after it was washed and I’m not going in his room and digging through his stuff.

Cole is doing laps when I walk out. He doesn’t see me as he swims back and forth. I move to the end of the pool, where there’s an open bottle of Jack. I sit on the edge, sticking my feet in the water, and taking a swig of the alcohol. It’s absolutely disgusting, but it warms my stomach. Which is nice because there’s still a chill in the air. Cole flips at the end of the pool, kicking off the side and swimming back this way. His body moves seamlessly through the water, like a professional swimmer.

I take another sip. The alcohol burns going down. Whiskey isn’t my favorite, but it’s certainly better than tequila.

Cole pops out of the water right in front of me, putting his hands on the ledge on either side of my waist. The water sloshes against his shoulders gently. His eyes are bright, hair soaked and brushed back.

“Wasn’t sure you’d come out.”

“I shouldn’t have.”

“You shouldn’t have,” he agrees with a slight nod.

“But I did.”

“You did.”

We do nothing but stare at each other for a moment before I say, “Why can’t we stop doing this?”

He shakes his head. “Wish I knew. It’d be easier if I did.”

I shrug a shoulder and look off into the yard. “Maybe.”

“Maybe not,” he adds.

My smile is slow-forming. And when I look back at him, he’s smiling too.

He pulls himself up, puts a knee on the edge of the pool and presses against me so I lower back onto the ground. It’s cool, but his body is warm from the heated pool. He kisses me, tasting like whiskey and chlorine. My thigh is between his legs and his erection presses against me. I thrust against him, running my hands down his sides. I love the way his body feels. So firm, but soft.

He kisses me slowly, like he’s savoring it. Like maybe he missed me. I want him to miss me. Too many emotions slither through me, making this much more dangerous than it already was.

Chris isn’t here. There’s no need to worry about getting caught. He left. He went to live with his mother. It’s just us now. Here alone. Living together.

Cole pulls back and nips at my jaw. He chuckles and grabs the bottle of whiskey, taking a long swig. I stare at the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. I want to lick it.

“Open,” he says once he’s done. I open my mouth and he pours some in. I swallow it and he’s kissing me again.

“You are addicting,” he whispers hoarsely.

Then he’s off me and back in the pool.

I’m breathless and confused, staring up at the clear sky and millions of stars.

I’m really fucking hard. So was he.

But now he’s swimming.

I sit up and see him at the other end of the pool. There’s a coaxing smile on his lips that tells me he wants me there. I smile back and slide into the warm water, which feels amazing on my chilled skin. I swim to him, putting my feet on the ground when I can reach. The pool goes from four feet to ten. It’s a decent sized pool with plenty of space to swim. When I get to him, he slips his hands around my waist and kisses me more. It gets heated quickly. He’s pressing my back against the pool wall and grinds his cock against mine. I’m moaning into his mouth, and even though I want so much more from him, like his dick in my mouth, this is perfect. Just feeling him. Kissing him. Being in the warm pool. The quiet of the night. The chirping crickets. The taste of the whiskey on his breath.

“You make my mind quiet,” I say when he moves his mouth to my neck.

“Maybe that’s why you can’t stop.” He sucks on my neck, and I dig my fingers into his skin.

“One reason, maybe. But what about you?”

“You let me take care of you. You don’t argue about it.”

“I argue.”

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