Page 14 of High Side
“Mmm…”
The electricity was immediate and real. She shivered, and she was glad to see, and feel, Kylie do the same.
“I don’t want you to think this is because I’m on a power trip,” Kylie murmured. “You’re hot as fire, Brittany.”
“Thank you. You’re just my freaking type.” That was so damn true. “But I hear you don’t fraternize.”
“I’m picky. And I try not to be obvious.”
“You aren’t being obvious. You’re sexy as fuck.”
“I’m glad you think so.” Kylie grabbed Brittany’s upper arms to pull her close. Their breasts pressed together, and Kylie dipped her head.
Brittany opened up to take the kiss, and it jolted her to her toes, her legs squeezing together to hold in the sensations she felt. Kylie took her lips like she was storming a beach, tasting her, devouring her.
She wrapped her arms around Kylie’s neck, that long, hard body holding her up. God, this woman was full of muscle, but still soft and hot in all the right places. Brit could just eat her up and come back for seconds and thirds.
One of Kylie’s hands landed on her ass, and that touch burned like fire. She could feel each and every finger. Brittany wiggled, wanting more, wanting to get closer, but they jumped apart when something crashed along the bank, and then someone started laughing like crazy.
“Don’t fall down the bank, you idiot,” someone said.
Kylie pushed Brittany behind her, protecting her. “Yo! You’re not alone!”
“Whoa! Sorry! We’ll find another spot.”
Kylie rolled her eyes. “Give us two minutes and you can have it.” She stretched tugged Brit to the bank. “We’re safer at the hot tub, I guess.”
Dammit. “Yeah, sounds like it.”
Kylie handed Brit her shorts, and skinned into her jeans and the white shirt, which clung to every single curve.
She watched with real regret but shrugged into her own shirt and jeans because she was cold now. “Woo, that wind.”
“Right? Let me boost you.” Those strong hands got under her butt as she scrambled up the bank, then Kylie was next to her. “It’s all yours!” she called.
“Thanks, man. You rock!”
“That’s me. Rocking.” Kylie’s voice was dry as dust.
Brittany giggled, because what else could she do when faced with this situation? It was pure stress, and Kylie seemed to understand.
“Come on, honey. Swimsuits it is.”
“Still want to soak with me?”
“Hell, yes, but be prepared for company.”
Brittany nodded. People would start to trickle in and join them. The romance, as they said, was over.
Fastest love affair in history. Go team lesbian!
Five
“Right side pull, left side stop.” Kylie shouted it over the roar of the rapids, and her last training crew of the season did exactly what she asked. The right side of the raft pulled hard on their oars, the left side lifting theirs out of the water. It stopped the weird sideways turn they’d been going into.
Evie Martin whooped as they shot through a narrow section of rock, landing with a thud against the rush of the two-foot falls they’d gone over.
“Yeah, man!” That was Hugh Dettmer from the bank. He was a hoot.
