Page 81 of A Chance for Us
“I would like that too, but . . .”
“But?”
“You’re sick.”
I roll my eyes. “I am not sick. Igotsick, which isn’t the same. I’m perfectly fine now.”
I grab her, pulling her to my chest. “Oliver!”
“See, sick men can’t do that.”
“I think men who want sex can move mountains.”
She’s not wrong.
“How about we go relax in the hot tub?” Maren in a bathing suit—or even naked—would be a good evening.
“Are you sure your stomach is fine?” she asks.
“Maren, I’m a grown ass man. I got sick a few times, napped it off, and I’m good. It was probably food poisoning or something stupid.”
“Okay. If you’re fine, then we’ll do that. I’ll go turn it on while you get changed.”
Since we’re at the very end of the season, everything is quiet. It’s almost like being on a private beach. I grab my bathing suit, opt against it, and wrap myself in a towel. As I’m heading down the stairs, Maren ducks into one of the five bathrooms.
“I’ll meet you down there after I get changed.”
“Okay. Feel free to come down naked,” I offer.
When I get outside, I look around, making sure none of the neighbors can see this area. Since the house is on stilts, the hot tub is under the house and has a privacy wall on three sides. The only way someone could see us is if they were on the beach or standing on the dunes. This will be perfect.
I sink into the hot water, feeling the stress melt away, and leaning my head back, I close my eyes, and relax. It’s been a crazy few months, and these last two weeks have been fucking insane. I never thought I would pretend to marry someone only to end up actually married to the girl who flipped my life around.
But here I am, falling for my wife even though I want no part of it.
I don’t want to like her. I don’t want to see how beautiful, smart, and loving she is, but then she does stuff like take care of me while I’m sick or go out of her way to make her father happy, and I can’t help it.
There are no answers here. Maren and I won’t be anything, and trying to think otherwise is foolish. I’ve done that before, and I will not go down that road again. So, I’ll allow myself to lust after her, have as much sex as possible, and then go back to my simple life.
“Well, don’t you look comfortable?” Maren’s voice is beside me, her hand sliding against my arm.
Instantly, I’m hard.
This woman is going to be the death of me.
“I’m something, all right, but comfortable isn’t the case any longer.”
She presses to my side, the water barely covering her breasts. Yes, she’s naked. “I’m sorry to hear that. What can I do to make it better?”
I love how playful she is.
“How about you come a little closer.”
“Like this?”
She scoots a little closer, but her hand wraps around my cock.
“That is a good start.”
