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“It’s a list of things I want to do before I lose my independence.” She winces. “Well, in case I lose it. Obviously, there’s no way to know, but I have a list of things I want to get done so that I can at least say I did that.”
“And swimming in a lake is part of that list?” She twists her lips to one side and shrugs.
“More or less.” I take a breath, knowing I shouldn’t, but also knowing there is no turning back.
“Get in the truck.”
* * *
“Oh my god,”Indy breathes out as she looks at the lake. She looks beautiful standing under the full moon, her face lit up by the stars in the clear night sky. I walk with her out on our dock, and she grins brightly.
“Can you swim?” I ask softly. I hate asking and bursting her happy bubble, but I need to know if her MS makes it so she can’t keep herself afloat. If so, it’s fine. I’ll put her on my back. There’s no way I will let her leave here without checking this off that list.
“Yeah! I mean, I’ll need help getting back out. I can’t climb up a ladder.” I nod as I remove my jeans, boots, and socks, much to Indy’s apparent delight. “You’re skinny dipping, too?” She squeals, and I halt the removal of my shirt.
“Come again?” I say as I watch her shimmy out of her pants.
“Skinny dipping, in the lake, under the stars.”
“Uh, no… you said swimming. What if something swims up on you?” She shrugs while turning her back to me and taking off her shirt.
“Was going to get me regardless. Now, are we doing this together or not?” You’ve got to be kidding me. Groaning, I turn my back towards hers before removing my boxers and shirt. This is exactly what I get for trying to be fucking nice. “Okay!” She says, excitement radiating off her. “I’m going–”
“Wait,” I state as I turn to face her, my hands covering my junk and my eyes staring at the sky. “I should go in first so that if you need help or anything, I’m there.” I don’t wait for her to respond. Instead, I jump in, allowing the cool water to consume me. As I resurface, I hear Indy clapping.
“Solid three out of five on the splash scale!” She grins, and fucking hell, I see her one hand over her pussy, her forearm covering her tits. God, if you’re up there, you will strike my dick limp for the foreseeable future.
Indy hesitates for less than a second before I watch her moonlit body jump into the water. I panic slightly when she doesn’t resurface right away, and I’m about to go under and try to reach for her when she breaches the surface right in front of me.
“Hi.” She grins while flicking water in my face before using her arms to swim backward.
“Alright, you got your naked dip, now come on,” I grumble, trying to reach for her but missing. She lays on her back and starts floating on the water’s surface, her wet nipples exposed, erect, and glistening in the moonlight. Welp, there’s the boner,thanks god.
“Noooo,” she whines as she continues to float. “Come float with me and look at the stars.”
Ha, I do that, and there will be a fucking pole sticking out of the water. “Ain’t you scared of the catfish smelling your blood?” I ask, grasping at straws. “They might bite you.”
“Catfish bites don’t hurt, and my period hasn’t started yet. Nice try!” She laughs as she swims over to me.
“What do you know about catfish?” I huff as I grip the ladder of the dock, needing desperately to figure out how I’m getting out of here without her seeing my erection.
“My mom is from Minnesota,” she says softly as she swims closer, her wet hair disappearing under the black water. “We used to go see my grandparents, and Gramps was quite the fisherman.” Her tone is less like the innocent Indy and more like a siren trying to lure me in. And it’s about to work.
“That is so fascinating.” I swallow nervously. She and I are now both holding onto the dock ladder. “T-tell me all about the fish.”
She chuckles lightly, “Really, Rowe? Instead of stargazing with me, you would rather I tell you about my gramps love of fishing?”
“I’m just… a big fan of the sport.” I manage to get out before her hand runs up my arm, causing my whole body to shudder.
“Are you?” she asks, her lips hovering over mine. “A big fan?”
“Very,” I whisper as my fingers run over her hip. I hear her sharp intake of air. She pulls her lips back just partially, and I groan as her nail runs over the cut in my V. “Fuck,” I manage out as her hand travels lower. I feel her attempt to wrap her fingers around the base of my cock before gasping out a curse. I would enjoy the ego boost if it weren’t for the fact that Indy is fucking touching me. I’m fucking short-circuiting. She moves her hand up and down my shaft.
“Shit,” is my literal emasculating whimper as I rest my head on her shoulder. I should stop this. I should push her away. But I won’t, I can’t. God help me, I cannot push her away, and I can’t let her have the upper hand anymore.
I spin us so her back is against the ladder, and I press my thumb on her clit.
“Derek!” she whines, and my name has never sounded so sinful. I feel her tease the underside of my head with her fingernail.
