Page 66 of Falling for the Pucking Grump

I blink and notice that Hollyn is glimpsing over her shoulder at me. Her long red hair cascading down her perfect spine and the peachy skin above it.

“I’ll watch,” I deadpan, shoving my hands into the pockets of my jeans to get my dick under control.

Or less noticeable.

I follow her outside. Hollyn only makes it harder when she spins on her feet and strides toward me. Her hips swaying, her blue eyes lit up with a new excitement for what's to possibly come tonight, and I should be thrilled she picked me over hanging out with Weston.

But that meant having her alone, and I allowed Jack Daniels to do too much talking tonight.

Fuck. What was I thinking bringing her here to swim? I got ahead of myself.

“If you’re only going to watch,” Hollyn states as she dips her toe into the water, “then I’m just going to go pass out on that couch in the living room. C’mon on, let's have some fun.”

Wow, you really are lame, man. You bring a girl to have some fun; to get her mind off her disappointing date, then don’t do shit about it.

“I don’t think it’s wise for me to be anywhere near you when you’re half naked, Shorty.” I nod to her lack of clothes and ground my eyes to hers so that I’m not distracted. “I’m only doing what’s best for you.”

It’s fucking cold out here.

I expect her to frown or get into hurt feelings about it, but I shouldn’t be surprised that she doesn’t. Rolling her eyes as if her being almost naked in my backyard is no big deal.

It is.

God, it so is.

“I’m a big girl, Reid,” she explains confidently. “We’re just swimming.”

“And you’re still naked.”

Hollyn cocks her head to the side and—within a second—reaches around and unclasps her bra. Dropping it to the floor and earning every ounce of my attention to her well-rounded tits that perk up and say hello to me.

I’m done.

“Now, I’m naked,” she says. “Well—“ She hooks the edge of her panties with her thumbs, and my arm jolts out as if I’m trying to stop her from jumping off a cliff.

“Don’t,” I warn her with a snarl. “Fuck, Hollyn…just…don’t.”

“Then lose the shirt, and come on.” She turns but not before challenging me with, “You act as though you’ve never seen boobs before.”

That’s not the same thing as this.

Not even close.

This red-haired beauty, with her nerdy little books and stunning blue eyes, dredges up more physical reactions out of me than playing hockey. She’s absolutely alluring in every way. I can’t seem to ignore the fact anymore that I want her more than anything, but I still know the risks.

The reality.

It doesn’t end with me as her man because I can’t give her the attention she needs. But Hollyn doesn’t need saving.

I do.

Because when she disappears underneath the water and taunts the ever-living fuck out of my dick, my shirt is coming off, and I’m stepping closer to the pool to experience anything with this girl.

Hollyn’s head peeks out before a smile illuminates over her face that I’m abiding to what she wants. “Yay, you’re coming.”

Baby, not in the way I want to.

I make my way down the steep steps and allow the water to take over my legs and hips. It’s warm and inviting, but Hollyn puts me in immediate distress when she comes closer.

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