Page 24 of Trusting You

He was standing there in a bright blue wetsuit. It was unzipped, and the top half was pushed to his waist. Water droplets fell from his hair and ran down his chest. My eyes slowly scanned him, watching the droplets run down his abs and disappear. A towel was clutched in one hand and a surfboard was under the opposite arm.

“It was nothing,” I cleared my throat and fought to get control of myself.

Right then, Brock and Ryan came bounding up the steps. They were laughing, but came to a halt when they saw us. Em shook her head as she and Brock had a silent conversation, but Ryan apparently didn’t understand it. He was the typical sixteen-year-old boy.

“Is she why you kept biting it today?” Ryan pointed at me.

“Biting it?” my eyes swung to his as Aaron’s shoulders tensed.

“Yeah,” he laughed as he pointed at Aaron. “This dumbass kept standing up late and taking a nose dive on the waves he actually attempted.”

Aaron slowly turned toward Ryan, “If you’d like to keep surfing on that pretty board of yours, I suggest you shut the fuck up.” His hands balled into fists as he dropped the towel and let his board clatter to the deck.

“Oh yeah, this is definitely why you bit it,” he laughed harder. “Just do it already so you can get back to normal,” Ryan rolled his eyes.

I watched as Aaron slowly turned and stalked over to where he was standing. “I warned you,” he grabbed Ryan’s board and lifted his knee, laying the board across it. When he started to bend it, Ryan flipped out and shoved him. My eyes went wide as Ryan scrambled away, shouting something about Aaron being nuts and needing to get laid. “Fucking asshole,” he muttered as he turned and began stalking toward me. “Come here,” he grabbed my wrist and tugged me up.

“Where are we going?” I squeaked as he jogged down the deck steps to the soft sand below, practically dragging me behind him.

“Somewhere private,” he mumbled.

“Why?” I tugged at where he was holding my wrist, trying to slow him down.

“Because I don’t really want to do this in front of all those assholes,” he pointed up at where Emma, Brock, and Ryan were shouting above us. Emma was lecturing Ryan, and it sounded like Brock was trying to calm her down.

“Do what?” I pushed for an answer as he spun me around in front of him.

One arm wrapped around my waist as his opposite hand cupped my cheek. The ocean breeze was blowing my hair around, and Aaron brushed it back with his fingers. “This,” he whispered as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. His head tilted to the side as his tongue put pressure on my lips, begging for entrance. When I opened to him, he groaned and tugged me flush with him. The coldness of his wetsuit made me shiver, but he continued his assault. The tentative swipes of his tongue soon became insistent, and the hands that had been stationary began to move. He slipped them down my back and cupped my ass as he pressed his hips into mine.

He groaned when I answered his movements, and when my hands ran up his back and tugged at the short pieces of hair at his nape, he released a deep growl. I can’t remember the last time I was kissed like this. It was like he was drowning, and I was his only oxygen supply. Our tongues dueled for dominance, but I was no match for him. Aaron was a master when it came to pleasing women, and I was getting firsthand experience at how.

“Geez, get a room,” came Ryan’s voice, causing us to jump apart.

“I’m not warning you again,” Aaron stabbed his finger in the air in Ryan’s direction. “Go call Jess, or Brinley, or whomever you’re messing around with this week.”

“You need to mind your own business,” Ryan growled.

“Pot, meet kettle,” Aaron chuckled before pecking me on the nose. “Wanna swim?” he grinned at me.

It took me a minute to get my bearings after that kiss, but then I remembered what he said. “I don’t have a wetsuit. The water is freezing,” I mock shivered.

“Pool is heated,” he stepped closer, “and I’ll keep you warm,” he moved to stand behind me and pressed a kiss to the top of my shoulder.

“I bet you will,” I murmured on a sigh. I couldn’t let him get too close. I needed to remember that. If he got close, he could break my heart, and my heart couldn’t be broken again.

“Please?” he pouted.

“Fine,” I rolled my eyes. I hadn’t really planned on swimming. I didn’t want to get chlorine in my hair, but the look on Aaron’s face made him irresistible. I was slowly seeing why women never told him ‘no’.

Aaron

Finally. We were finally getting somewhere. She let me kiss her, I mean really kiss her. The way she pressed up against me and kissed me back, said she felt some of what I was feeling. She was trying to hide it, but I could tell… she was starting to give in.

I grabbed her hand and led her over to the stairs to get up to the deck where the pool was, but instead of holding her hand, I lifted her and threw her over my shoulder.

“Aaron!” she squealed as her hands hit my lower back.

I couldn’t help but chuckle, “Yes?” I began climbing up to the level the pool was on.

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