Page 58 of Dear #47, You're the Worst
“This is nice,” she says, leaning back against the edge.
“The hot tub or the company?”
“The hot tub. The company remains to be seen.”
I splash her, and she shrieks. She splashes me back and I grab her hand, smirking.
“You wanna go, Monroe?”
“Huxley.” She feigns innocence. “I don’t know what you mean.”
She follows her words with another splash. Suddenly we’re having a water fight like actual children instead of two adults pretending to be engaged. I scoop water and dump it on her head. She returns the favor with smaller, more forceful splashes that nail me in the face every time. In the end, I grab her hands, pulling her close as I grin down at her.
“This is why I call you Firecracker.” Holding both of her hands in one of mine, I tickle her ribs lightly. She reacts as if I just set her on fire, her body contorting.
She’s extremely ticklish. That’s good to know. I file that away, even though I have no use for the fact.
“Truce,” she gasps, writhing out of my hold.
“Only if you admit I’m excellent company.”
She wipes her face and cracks, “You’re tolerable company.”
“I’ll take it.”
She moves a little further away, which the caveman inside the back of my head doesn’t like one bit. I reach for her feet, pulling them into my lap. She pulls them back an inch, brows drawn like she’s debating whether it’s worth the risk of letting me touch her like this. I don’t push. I just wait, silent. Eventually, she sighs and slides her feet closer to me.
“Donottickle me,” she warns, her eyes on my face.
“I would never.” That’s… probably not a lie. I might, under the right circumstances. “Gimme.”
Juliet’s toes curl slightly like she’s already bracing for something. I settle her ankle against my thigh and start slowly, letting my thumbs work into the arch of her foot with steady pressure.
She exhales, soft and shaky, and it shoots straight to my cock. Her other foot shifts under the water, brushing my calf like an accident. I keep my face neutral, my jaw tight, pretending this is no big deal, like I’m not completely wrecked just from the way she melts when I hit the right spot.
She makes a tiny, involuntary sound in the back of her throat, almost like a whimper, and I suppress a groan. Thatnoise. Jesus. If this is how she sounds from a foot massage, I’d bet money she’s fucking devastating when she’s being touched the way she really wants to be. Pinned to a wall, mouth on my neck, legs wrapped around my waist while she makes those same breathy little sounds right into my ear.
I adjust her heel in my palm and keep going, fingers gliding over soft skin, thumbs pressing into all the tension she tries to hide. She’s trying not to react. I can tell. But her body gives her away. Every tiny twitch, every shift in her breathing. She’s not relaxed. She’s lit up. Just like me.
At length, Juliet pulls her feet away and clears her throat.
“Thanks.” Her mouth pulls to the side. “Uh, do you know when dinner is?”
“I think we’re missing it,” I say with a shrug. “I can’t hear the football game going on anymore. That usually means food has been served.”
“Want to go up?”
Yeah, I do want to follow her. But I also don’t want Juliet to see the fact that my cock is still at half-mast over the sounds that she was making.
“Sure. You go ahead. I’ll be right there.”
She gives me a dubious look, like I’m up to something nefarious, before getting out, water running down her ass and legs like some kind of porn video made just for me.
“Get dressed before dinner!” I call as she’s disappearing upstairs. I’m not sure if she heard me, but if she doesn’t put a lot of clothes on, my teammates are going to have trouble keeping their tongues in their mouths when they see her.
That thought gets me up and toweling off, eager to chase Juliet up the stairs. She gets dressed in a soft white sweater and dark jeans that make her ass look fantastic. No makeup, no jewelry but my ring on her finger.
I don’t know why that’s so sexy, but damn. Juliet is smoking hot, especially when she bends down to get her shoes on and I get a peek at her creamy tits. I’m hard for her in a heartbeat, imagining the taste of her pussy and the feel of her nails against my scalp.
