Page 10 of High Side
“Oh, I’m just your average summer river guide.” She smiled, because wow. They had some pretty ones around here.
“Jilly says you’re tight. Good on the water.”
“Yeah? Thanks, Jilly!”
Jilly toasted her with a plastic cup filled from one of the pitchers. How did she get one of those? She looked around, and Kylie handed her one full of beer.
“No one goes empty-handed.”
“Woo.” She chuckled and took a sip. “Not bad.”
“It’s better than nothing, right?” Kylie winked at her, which made her tingle, the sensation shooting from her lower back to her clit. She rocked forward, the motion pure instinct, and Kylie caught sight of it, the tip of her tongue appearing between her teeth.
Brittany’s breath caught, and she stared, but someone jostled her then, and her beer almost spilled.
“Save it!” Jilly shouted, and three people leaned in to steady her cup.
She cracked up, taking a swig so that it was harder to spill. “No spilling!”
“Nope. That’s alcohol abuse.”
Brittany nodded sagely. “None of that.” How familiar was this? Every place she’d worked had this kind of rowdy camaraderie.
Not every place had a Kylie, though, those blue eyes burning into her. That woman made her mouth dry and the rest of her damp.
The group broke out into laughter again, and whatever she’d missed made Kylie throw her head back, just totally abandoned, and God help her, she wanted to know what Kylie looked like when she was having an orgasm.
Shit, she had it bad, and she didn’t even know the woman. Still, no harm in a little fantasy.
“You want to go in on the pizza?” Jilly asked. “We get a bunch and share usually. Makes it like, ten bucks for the pizza and the pitchers.”
“I’m in.” Shit, that was a good deal, though she’d have this one beer and then switch to Coke. She wouldn’t risk getting tipsy on the first outing with these guys. And her supervisors.
“Excellent. So, first impressions. What do you think about everyone?” Jilly’s expression was purely wicked.
“Uh. Everyone seems chill. Joe makes me laugh. He’s a hoot. Kylie is intense.” Hot. Hotter every day Brit knew her.
“She’s a queen. I love her to death, but she is fierce.” Jilly leaned in. “I totally think she’s a hottie.”
“You know it.” There. That was nice and noncommittal. Right? She didn’t want to step on toes or anything.
“Well, go for it. So far, no one has been able to land her, as far as I know. But I know she swings our way.”
“How do you know that?” The look was definitely lesbian, but that didn’t mean anything in the world of outdoor sports.
“She had a steady thing when she moved here. Olympic rower, swear to God. Chick left her for a WNBA player.”
“Yikes.” Wow. Wow. That was a hell of a story. And worse than her most terrible breakup was just her best friend from high school deciding she was going to get married and have babies rather than running off to South America and boating the entirety of the Amazon…
“Right? A travesty. She’s too studly to be single and unfucked.”
“Listen to you.” She wasn’t going to be caught out gossiping if she could help it. Not that she wouldn’t listen. “She is something, though. You make a play?”
“Hell yes. Shot down flat. I’m not her type, I don’t think. I don’t bump chests and tell her she’s full of shit.” Jilly winked. Someone called her name then, and Jilly bounced off to go sit with another group. Thank goodness. She’d been running out of ways to duck the subject.
Everyone was friendly, genuine, and interested in her, and she felt warm and flushed, even though she’d stopped at the one beer.
“You doing okay?” Kylie handed her a Coke about an hour in, and Brit gave her a grateful smile.
