Page 46 of Icing the Enemy

“Shearer, damn, you’ve got a feisty one. Is she that way in bed?”

I can feel my body heat, and I catch a glimpse of Oakley who’s blushing. “All right, that’s enough. You pick, Oakley.”

She chooses Dasha to be on her team, and we round it out with Chloe and Baker on my team and Stinson on hers.

“Okay, four versus four. First team to eleven, wins. You have to rotate, and everyone must serve. You can only hit the ballonce. Ready?” The girls jump in the pool but us guys cannonball, splashing the girls with epic waves and damn, Oakley looks hotter when she’s wet, and I didn’t think it was possible.

We take a break when the score is five to three, and everyone refills their drinks. “Are you having fun?” I ask her as we both down our drinks. It’s so hot.

“I am. They’re all being so nice to me.”

“I think they’re smitten with you.”

She pulls her hair over her right shoulder, twisting it, then ties her hair in a bun thingy behind her ear. “You’re the one supposed to be smitten. You should be touching me. Kissing me. Holding me around the waist.”

“Is that what you want?”

“Gotta make it believable, right?” She continues to tease me, driving me insane with her effortless seduction. Every inch of her skin glistens in the setting sun and makes me want her even more. But I have to play it cool, act like I have self-control. She may be the one in the white bikini, but she has to know I’m the one drowning in this agreement.

I slip my hand around her waist, pulling her close. My heart rattles against my chest as my other hand pushes an errant piece of hair from her face, then my hand slides down her neck with my lips haunting hers but keeping them just out of reach. “I’ll make it so believable, even you’ll believe it, my little thief.”

She shudders, and I laugh.

“You’re mean.” Her eyes narrow, but she’s also smiling.

“Just need to make sure you know the score.”

She jumps back into the pool, yelling, “It’s five to three, and it’s Adam’s time to serve.”

He serves a rocket, but I catch a piece of it and set it to Winnie, who hits it over the net. Oakley dives for it and damn if she doesn’t keep the ball alive, and they end up winning the point on Adam’s serve.

They’re all high fiving, but Baker picks up Oakley by the waist, and her boobs are in his face. I dive under the net and pull his legs from under him, and they both go down. They pop up separately, and I ignore Baker when he says, “What the fuck?”

But looking at Oakley, I grunt out, “Just reminding you who you belong to.”

Oakley wipes the water from her eyes. “Prove it, Shearer.”

Self-control isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. It’s boring, and I want to be more like this firecracker in front of me. I cup her jaws and suckle her bottom lip. Her arms slide up my chest and around my neck as she responds by pulling my chest flush to hers. I kiss her gently, then the world seems to fade away. Her tongue runs along the seam of my lips, and I welcome her sweet tongue into my mouth. With pineapple on her tongue, she moans, and my dick stands at attention. This feels real.

Finally, we realize we’re not alone, and my friends cheer us on like a bunch of high school kids.

“The show’s over,” I whisper in her ear. “I’ll be back. I forgot something in the car. Will you be okay without me?”

She nods but as we climb out of the pool, I realize I have a buzz. But one night is okay. The season hasn’t started, just practice. If the rest of the guys can drink, so can I. I’ve always been disciplined, but Oakley makes me want to live a little free-er.

I dry off, then head out to retrieve my surprise. There’s not a good place to hide it except in my swim trunks, which is gross, so I put the little velvet bag on the mantel of the outside fireplace, under the television, but take out the box and hold it one hand. Now I just have to wait for my moment.

Oakley has wrapped a sheer piece of fabric over her hips and has it tied on her hip as she stands with the other women in a circle.

“I’m back.” She hands me another drink. “Are you trying to get me drunk?”

“Yep, you’re fun when you’re tipsy.”

“One more, but…”

“Afraid you won’t be able to get it up,” she teases.

“You’re the devil disguised as an angel in that white bikini.” For some reason, I kiss her shoulder like I’ve done it a thousand times before.

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