Page 21 of Little Red and Her Creatures of Chaos
“Oh my God. This is gorgeous!” Radley exclaims, taking it all in. The whole back part of our property is water. Each cabin has their own privacy and access to it.
“The water should be warm,” I say, leading her beside the dock where you can wade into the water. “There are towels in the boathouse, and a little way down, we made a beach area if you just want to lay out here.”
“This is amazing.” Radley grabs the hem of the shirt and pulls it over her head. I’m struck by how beautiful her body is. The bikini top is a couple sizes too small for her ample breasts, but Radley made it work. Her body is soft and curvy with creamy skin. The bottoms show off her perfect, round ass, and I just want to sink my teeth into it. “You’re staring.”
My eyes jerk up to hers, and she smiles. “Sorry. You look beautiful.”
That beautiful blush creeps from her cheeks down her neck. “So are you.”
That makes me snort. “My body has nothing on yours. Let’s get into the water before I embarrass myself.” I set the basket on the dock and walk into the water, Radley’s laughter following me.
Radley walks in behind me and sinks in with a sigh. “I love the water.”
“You’re welcome here anytime.”
“Aren’t these sacred lands?”
“To outsiders, yes. But you aren’t an outsider, Radley.”
With a smile, Radley dives under the water and surfaces a few feet away. “Catch me if you can!” she calls out and dives back under the water.
Not one to back down from a challenge, I dive in after her. I let her think she’s getting away from me and then reach out to snag her ankle. Hooking my arm under her ass, I bring us back to the surface. She laughs and pushes her hair out of her face. “I win.”
“I didn’t realize you could doggy paddle so good.”
“Did you just make a wolf joke?”
She pushes off my chest with a laugh, and I dive toward her. With a squeal, she starts swimming away, and I let her get about five feet away before I silently slip under the water. I’ve been swimming all my life so I can hold my breath for a long time. She comes up, and I hear her call my name. I move slowly toward her and come up right behind her. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her against my chest. “Got you again.”
“Oh,” Radley breathes when I press myself against her. “You don’t play fair.”
I move her hair to the side and right when my lips are about to land on her neck, she slips through my arms with a laugh, disappearing under the water.Is that how you want to play it, Little Red?I have nothing against chasing; in fact, I love it, and she has no idea what she just started.
We spend the next couple of hours playing around in the water. It’s been a long time since I just had fun, so I soak it in. We finally get out when Radley says she’s hungry, and I follow her up on the dock. The sun is warm and high in the sky so it will be hot on her skin. I help her get settled and then go to the boathouse to grab a towel and sunscreen. When I get back to her, I drop to my knees behind her. “I don’t want anything happening to this pretty skin.”
I dry her top half off and squirt sunscreen into my hands. I rub it all over her shoulders, back, and stomach. I pause when I reach around to her chest, and she leans back on her hands, giving me access. I rub it on the swell of her breasts, making her breathing speed up. I move around in front of her and rub it onto her face. Her eyes are on my lips, but I know if I kiss her now, I won’t stop, and she needs to eat. I lay the towel over her legs and start pulling things from the basket.
“I don’t think a man has ever made me a picnic before,” she says, opening her sandwich.
“Margie makes them all the time. I guess I picked up the habit.”
“Is Margie your mom?”
I distract myself by pouring wine into the plastic cups so I don’t have to look at her. “No. My mom rejected my dad’s mate bond right after I was born.”
“Oh, Mason.” She reaches out and lays her hand on my arm. “I’m so sorry. Why would she do that?”
“She ran off with a rogue wolf, saying she didn’t want to be tied down.”
“I’m sorry,” Radley says sadly. “I didn’t mean to bring up something like that.”
“It’s okay. I have my dad and his pack. Margie stepped in when she was turned, and she’s more of a mother than what mine sounds like.”
“How many are in your dad’s pack?”
“Six. There’s my dad, Teddy, Cruz, Margie, Marcus, and Beth.”
“So, there’s different sized packs?”
