Page 16 of Privilege
Rich shifts uncomfortably, finally breaking his eye contact with Dane, who is shaking with laughter in my peripheral vision. I hope his dick gets stuck in the pool filter.
Rich is floundering. “Yeah. Maybe not the best call. Um.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I say cheerfully, but I already feel exhausted.
I drop my towel onto a lounge chair and two sets of eyes run down the cutouts in the sides of my suit, exposing my ribs. As I stalk towards the pool, Dane stares openly at my crotch, his lips parted, and I can’t help but think he’s picturing my cum-filled pussy.
Yeah that’s right. I’m full of Rich’s fucking cum. Look all you want, asshole.But my lower belly clenches deliciously at the thought.
I launch myself into the water, tuck up into a cannonball and aim directly for Dane. I hit the water a foot away from him and drenchhim in a tidal wave of pool water as I sink beneath the surface. The coolness soothes my soaked pussy and makes me feel less exposed, somehow. Like if I can stay beneath the surface, everything will be okay.
I hear the muted thud of another body dropping into the water, see Rich’s shadow as he swims towards me, grabs my waist possessively, and gives me a squeeze.
Can’t we stay down here?
I feel like he wants to, too. But we aren’t fucking fish, and eventually we kick towards the surface, breaking through at the same time and gasping for air.
“I’ll tell Jamie not to come,” Rich says quietly. “It was stupid. I’m stupid.”
“It’s fine.” And I mean it. “I’m not worried about us, Rich.” I say it firmly, and I say it for more than just him.
Rich dips his head and presses his lips to mine. He tastes like chlorine. I kiss him back harder as he pulls my weightless body towards him and I wrap my legs around his waist.
Dane chooses this exact moment to launch into a breast stroke, the wake slapping Rich and I in the face. I glare at him as he swims past, but before I canopen my mouth to call him a dick I feel the soft caress of his fingertips brush against my back.
He pulls himself gracefully up out of the water and swaggers into the house without a towel, bare ass glowing in the dark. I’m sure he’s leaving a slick trail of puddles all over the tile inside.
The water may be cold but my skin is burning.
Lobotomy. Please. Anytime, now.
Chapter Nine
Dane
I leave a trailof wet footprints that might as well be blood.
My preparedness for being in such close proximity to them so soon after ruining my shirt was clearly on the low end. I couldn’t help myself—I had to touch her. She wouldn’t have noticed, I barely scraped her with my fingertips.
It’s almost offensive how good they look together. For a minute, before Rich saw my face and closed right back up, I got a glimpse of the version of him I’d always wished he could be. Relaxed. Smiling.Himself.
He shouldn’t be here. I’d never have come home if I knew he was returning to Blackstone for the summer.
He’s ruining this for you, Dane.I sneer inwardly at myself, because the truth is, I’m ruining everything for him.
I run my hands through my hair and mutter, “What the fuck am I going to do.”
“Good question.” It’s Rich.
I spin around but it’s too late—he’s charging right at me, eyes on fire, and his open palms connect with my bare chest. He shoves me hard and I stumble backwards into the wall.
He slams his hands into my chest again and presses me into the drywall, leans in so close I can see his stubble. My heart is frantic, adrenaline ratcheted up to full blast as my brother corners my naked ass with the slightly unhinged look of a lion in pursuit of its prey.
“What are you playing at, Dane?” he hisses. “You think I didn’t see you touch her in the pool?”
Rivulets of water are running down his thick neck, where they catch and pool in the dips in his muscular shoulders. Water streams down his legs from hisswim trunks—he’s standing close enough that the fabric brushes my knees.
“This isn’t a game,” he says, right up in my face. “Cara isn’t a game to me. She’s not some Hamptonite who’ll spread her legs for anyone whose net worth is above seven figures.”
