Page 159 of Always You

“Let’s go for a swim.”

“I didn’t bring my bathing suit.”

“So?” I bellow, taking off my shorts with a smirk on my face.

“Oh God, Hunter. Please don’t tell me you’re gonna do what I think you’re doing?” The words have barely rolled off her tonguewhen I reach for the rim of my boxers, and push them down to my ankles, then step out of them with full confidence.

“For fuck’s sake, Hunter. Don’t.Please. Put your boxers back on.” Her screech flies over the water while she holds her hand in front of her eyes, and I let out a laugh.

“Come on, Charls. We’re only young once, right?”

She gives me anare-you-shitting-melook, locking our eyes before she can’t resist any longer, and they glance back down. She grinds her teeth, then places her hand back on her eyes with a cry.

“Hunter!” She drags out my name with a pleading tone, and it widens my eyes when my dick twitches in response, wishing she was calling out my name while I’m buried inside of her. Time to cool off.Literally.

“Suit yourself,” I blurt with a cocky grin, walking toward the edge of the water. “I’m going in. Just join me when you’ve found your big girl pants.”

“Shut up, asshole!” she calls out, watching my bare ass walk into the water.

When I’m fully in the water, I turn around, gazing up at her with a smug look on my face.

“Come on, babe. Get in.”

“No.”

“It’s nice.”

“It’s almost October.”

“And it’s still eighty degrees. It’s not cold, I swear.” Okay, my hard-as-a-rock nipples beg to differ, but let’s pretend that’s not happening. “Live a little, Charls.”

She’s looking at me with a skeptical expression until she lets out a deep sign, and I know I’ve got her.

“Turn around,” she orders, drawing circles with her finger in the air. “And no peeking!”

I do as she says with a huge grin on my face, hearing her undress behind me.

Waiting patiently, I take a deep breath until I register the moving water.

“Can I turn around?” I make a slight move to glance behind me, simply because I can’t resist.

“Don’t you dare, asshole!” she barks, and I chuckle, loving how she’s getting all worked up.

“Okay, you can turn around now.”

I turn around, looking into her blue-green eyes, sparkling even more because of the reflection of the water on her face. Her shoulders are above the water, and I can see the curves of her breasts as she waves her hands through the water, the bottom of her hair swaying through the surface.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” She smiles.

“Cold?”

“A little.”

“You’re gorgeous.”

“Stop flirting with me.” She rolls her lips, our eyes locking, peering at each other as if an invisible cord connects us.

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