Page 23 of Deliverance

“Alright. Later, Mags!” He calls out.

Maggie stops swimming and looks up to Brad. I turn my head towards my phone, hoping she will just ignore me, but I’m watching her from behind my sunglasses and she clocks me almost immediately. Settling back into my chair, I call out to her.

“Mags? My brother already has a lame nickname for you?”

“Guess so,” she says as she begins floating on her back. “It’s like I’m a part of the family.”

I make a noise in the back of my throat as I shake my head. Family? Is that what we are? Based on the way she sucked my taste off her fingers like it was the best thing she’d ever experienced, I’d call us one fucked up family.

Maggie continues floating around on her back, her eyes closed as she drifts along. There are only a few water droplets on her skin now and the sun is quickly drying them away. Her stomach and chest still have traces that are shining in the sunlight. My eyes have a mind of their own, watching with rapt attention as one droplet begins running between her breasts. Her black bikini is doing absolutely nothing to contain her tits. She’s one heavy breath from spilling out.

Involuntary images of last night flash in my head and no matter how hard I squeeze my eyes, no matter how hard I try to banish them. I can’t. Her pale pink nipples, her full tits with a soft scattering of freckles that, for some reason, made them look all that much better. I’ve never been attracted to women. I’mnot. Find me anyone who doesn’t appreciate the beauty of a woman’s body, though, and I’d call them a liar. I mean, c’mon…right?

“You going to keep staring at me or are you at least going to come talk to me?” Maggie asks.

I startle in my chair, glancing down at my phone to see an unread message from Jeremy.

Great.

I debate for a moment before deciding that Maggie is the lesser of two evils in this scenario. Slowly, I stand from my spot and move towards the edge of the pool. I stand over her with my hands on my hips, attempting to maintain my bitchy standoffish façade.

“What do you want?” I ask.

Slowly, her eyes move up my bare legs before tracing over my hot pink bikini. Then, her eyes come to mine, or at least to my glasses.

“You can sit down. I’m not gonna bite you, Brenton.”

I release a disbelieving sound, but for some strange reason, I sit down on the edge, allowing my legs to dip into the pool. The cool water feels amazing on my skin that’s already hot from the sun. In the background, I hear a door open and shut before a car starts up. I turn my head to see, knowing it’s Brad when a wet hand comes to my face, forcing me to look back at Maggie.

My heart begins hammering in my chest as her hand doesn’t move away. Her legs are moving softly, keeping her afloat as she grabs my glasses with her other hand, slowly pulling them off my face before setting them down onto the ground beside me.

I want to ask her what she’s doing, what she’s thinking, but I’m at a loss for words as her fingers gently trace my face, like she’s memorizing each and every feature.

“Your eyes are so beautiful,” she murmurs quietly. “As blue as this pool.”

I feel my breath catch as her finger traces the edge of my lip, and before I know what I’m doing, I’m nipping at it. A smile grows on her face as she offers up her finger to me, pushing it into my mouth a little further. I release my teeth’s hold on her finger before my tongue twirls around it instead.

I don’t know how she does it. How she makes every single moment with her so fucking sensual…so erotic. Carefully, she extracts her finger from my mouth. I’m almost disappointed this tug and pull game is over until her hand cradles the back of my head, wrapping her fist into my hair as she pulls me towards her. Our mouths are only inches apart, and I close my eyes as I release a choppy exhale.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Nothing you aren’t desperate for,” she answers easily.

I let out a huff, or at least I attempt to. Honestly, it comes out more like a strangled whimper.

“I’m straight, Maggie,” I say, trying to convince her or myself. I’m not really sure.

She nods, her nose brushing against mine as her breath fans against my mouth.

“I know,” she says before placing a featherlight kiss against my lips.

That same fluttering feeling comes back at the barely there touch before she pulls away. I let out a ragged breath, keeping my eyes closed as I shake my head.

“I’m not into women. I like men.”

“I know,” she says as she pulls me in for another kiss, so soft our lips barely touch before she’s pulling away again.

My breathing is now labored as I open my eyes and meet hers. They are burrowing into me so intensely it literally makes me dizzy. I don’t know what to think, or even what to say at this point.

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