I wanted to scream. It felt so good. I had not gone swimming in years. I was either working or too embarrassed to put on a bathing suit and go down to the beach with all the skinny little things roaming about, wearing nothing but dental floss. The water was freeing. Being with him made me feel like I had wings and could fly.
I turned around and looked to the edge of the pool where Evan was still standing, his beer in his hand and his jaw hanging on the ground. I grinned, using both hands to push the hair away from my face. “God damn!” I shouted. “This feels good!”
He looked a little shell shocked. I laughed and dove back under, swimming underwater and feeling as light as a feather as I moved. Life was good. I knew the real world was just beyond the reach of his extensive property, but just then, everything was absolutely perfect in my world.
Chapter 19
Evan
She was crazy. She was the girl I had fallen in love with so many years ago. My heart actually felt too big for my chest as I watched her swim laps. The look on her face was one of pure enjoyment. She was so happy. I was taken back to a time when I saw that look on a pretty regular basis. It was the look she got when we would skip school and take off together. Or when we would sneak out of our houses and meet up at the watering hole on a night when most people were hunkered down in bed.
She was a wild one. I used to call her my little nymph. She came alive when she was outside in nature. She never had any problem stripping down and living in the moment. She always had a way of living life to the fullest in any given moment.
I realized I had been holding back for years. I had been so afraid of what other people would say or worried about slipping and letting my true self show. With her, it was like I could strip off the confinement I had imposed on myself. It wasn’t like that.
It was that.
I put down my beer and kicked off my shoes. I didn’t give a fuck about who I was supposed to be. I had never skinny-dipped in my own pool. I didn’t even know why I hadn’t. I was used to swimming in my skivvies or buck naked but then I got rich and it suddenly became off-limits. Fuck that. Not anymore. I was grabbing life by the horns and living it to the fullest.
Cherie watched as I stripped off my clothes. “Woohoo!” she shouted when I stepped out of my underwear and walked to the edge.
I jumped in, letting the water wash over me before surfacing and swimming toward her. She was giggling like a schoolgirl—just like it used to be between us. “You’re crazy,” I told her.
She was still grinning. “You mean to tell me you’ve never gone skinny dipping in your own backyard pool?”
I laughed and reached for her through the water. “I have never gone skinny dipping in my own pool.”
She lightly splashed me, water hitting my face. “You need to loosen up a little. That giant stick up your ass is making you walk funny.”
I splashed her back before pulling her body close to mine as we treaded water together. “I think I need you to help me do that.”
She giggled and pushed away from me before diving under the water. I watched as her naked body sliced through the water before coming back up. “I don’t know if I can help you.”
I slowly made my way toward her. “You can. I know you can. You did it before.”
“Before?” she asked.
“When we were young. You were a bad influence on me back then. I need that bad influence in my life.”
She splashed water toward me, drenching my face. “I’m not a bad influence!” she protested.
I lunged for her, wrapping my arms around her, and pulled her naked body against mine. My feet were touching, allowing me to suspend her weightless body in the water. “You were such a bad influence. Remember the first time you convinced me to go skinny dipping in that watering hole?”
She rolled her eyes. “We wore our underwear.”
“There were gators in there,” I told her.
She laughed. “There was not. People just said that.”
“Cherie, you are such a liar. There were gators everywhere. You told me if I swam fast enough, they wouldn’t catch me.”
Her soft laughter soothed the ache that had been in my heart since she’d left me so long ago. “You had fun though.”
“I did,” I whispered, my mouth moving close to hers.
She squealed and pushed away from me before I could kiss her. She dove under the water and swam to the opposite side again. I gave chase. The two of us frolicked in the water under the moonlight without a care in the world. My mind felt like my body—weightless. I had no cares. All I needed was right in the pool with me.
She pulled me close, wrapping her legs around me and holding my head in place while she kissed me in a way that made me so damn dizzy, I would have sunk to the bottom of the pool had it not been for her holding me.
“God damn, woman,” I groaned when she released me and slowly paddled away from me. “You’re killing me.”
Her head hovered just above the water as her arms moved out next to her. “Promise me something,” she said.
“Anything. I will promise you my kidney if you stop running away from me.”
“I’m swimming away.” She winked.
“What do you want?” I asked, slowly moving toward her like a shark sneaking up on its prey.
She was moving away from me while I stalked toward her. “Promise me no matter what happens, you will do this.”
“Do what?” My brain was muddy with desire and I could only focus on one thing. Her naked body had been sliding against me, teasing me to a point my dick felt like a third leg dragging between the other two. I was hard and aching and in desperate need of release.
“Swim. Swim naked. Free yourself from all those silly restrictions you have put on yourself because of the size of your bank account. Be Evan from the swamps. That’s the man you are at your heart. I’m looking into the eyes of the boy I knew back then. You look happy. You look like you don’t have a care in the world. Don’t go back to the stuffy, uptight man that wears expensive suits and ties that choke him.”
I kept moving toward her. “I can only do that with you.”
She slowly shook her head, her eyes holding mine. “Not true. You can be you anytime you want.”
She stopped moving away from me. I reached for her again, expecting her to scream and swim away. She didn’t. She welcomed me with open arms. “I’ll do it. Anything you want.”
“Promise me you won’t let this pool go to waste,” she whispered, her mouth close to mine.
“I won’t let it go to waste,” I repeated. I would have given her my bank account number in that moment.
She rose up, stretching her neck up to press her lips to mine. I wrapped one arm around her, tugging her lower body against me while my other hand moved up to push her wet hair away from her face. Something about seeing her wet really turned me on. I supposed it was every man’s fantasy.
I kissed her like I had never kissed her before. I wanted to swallow the woman whole. I wanted every inch of her body against mine. One of her legs hooked around mine as she rubbed herself against me. We gently bounced in the water, our bodies slick and sliding against one another.
“I can’t get enough of you,” I breathed, my mouth sliding over her jaw.
“You feel so good,” she answered, tilting her head to the side to give me better access to her neck.
I suckled the skin, tasting the chlorine. I wanted all of her. My dick was demanding entry into her sweet warmth, but my brain was demanding I taste her. I wanted it all. With her body against mine, I slowly walked into the shallower end of the pool. I pushed her against the wall. Her legs instinctively wrapped around me, her arms going around my neck.
I reached between us and slid my fingers over her core. She gasped as I stroked her clit. I knew exactly where to touch her. There was no guesswork. I knew what she liked and where every one of her sensitive spots were. I knew her body as well as I knew my own. In all the years we had been apart, I had never forgo
tten how she liked to be touched.
I rubbed the pad of my thumb over her, causing her body to jerk. “Just like that,” I whispered against her neck.
She groaned. “I’m so turned on.”
“I know, baby. I can feel it.”
“I need you,” she begged. “Please. You know what I need.”
“I do, but you made me chase you all over this damn pool. It’s my turn to tease.” I rubbed over her clit, slowly at first and then much faster, sliding my finger inside and then pulling it away.
“I can’t,” she cried out. “Please, I can’t.”
“Oh yes, you can.” I clamped my mouth down on her neck and sucked hard.
Her hips bucked forward. “Oh god, Evan. I’m dying. Please.”
I ran my knuckles over the straining flesh that was ripe for the plucking. I could feel her need, but I wasn’t ready to give her what she was begging for. I wanted to tease her until she felt like she was drowning in lust.
I pulled my hand away, reaching for one plump breast and gently kneading. Her lower body pressed against me. Her pussy a heat-seeking missile trying to get me inside her. “Uh uh,” I whispered.
“Goddammit, Evan,” she growled.
I gently laughed, dropping my mouth to the nipple I held out of the water. She rubbed herself against my thigh, trying to give herself what she was craving. I let her do it, feeling the slickness of her desire as she rubbed her clit against me.
I could feel her getting closer and pulled away from her seconds before she could explode. She cried out. “What are you doing?!”
I walked through the water, moving to the stairs. I turned to look over my shoulder. Her arms were spread out on the edge of the pool as she watched me move. I grinned, waiting for her to follow. I stood at the edge of the pool, the water sluicing off my body, and reached for my dick. It was heavy and aching. Her eyes fixated on it. She slowly moved, walking toward me before she emerged from the water.
I nearly blew my wad watching her. Water droplets dripped over her boobs, sliding between the glorious cleavage I loved so much. I pulled her to one of the patio loungers and ordered her to lie down.
She did as I asked, her eyes holding mine. I could see her need. It was heady to think it was me she needed. I wanted to believe only I could give her what she needed. She reached one hand up, inviting me onto the lounger.
I had other plans. It had been too long since I had feasted on her body. I wasn’t sure I would ever get another chance. I was going to take advantage of the beautiful sight laid out before me. I dropped to my knees at the end of the lounger and pulled her body down the chair, bringing her sweet pussy directly in front of my face.
“Evan,” she breathed my name and it was the sweetest sound I had ever heard.
Chapter 20
Cherie
His mouth closed over the apex between my legs. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. I reached down and rubbed my hand through his hair as he suckled at me. My body was beyond excited. I had never felt so completely lost in the moment. I was truly intoxicated with lust. I couldn’t see straight. My body didn’t feel like my own.
His tongue lapped over my folds, finding that sweet spot he had mercilessly teased earlier before leaving me hanging on the edge of a cliff by my fingertips. I was on the verge of tears, happy tears. Tears of joy at being able to share my body with him again.
When the slow burn started in the tips of my toes, I didn’t fight it. I let it roll over me, his magical tongue taking me on a ride I would never forget. I released a long, low moan as the orgasm wrapped around me, holding me tight before the cataclysmic eruption. I cried out and real tears slid down the sides of my face as he suckled me, taking me fully into his mouth.
He kissed a trail up my belly before his mouth was on mine. “Are you okay?” he gently whispered, the pad of his thumb wiping away the dampness from my face.
“I’m so much better than okay,” I answered.
He kissed me again before pushing me up on the lounger, his body following me up. I looked up at him, getting my first real view of him, and had to smile. I rubbed my hand over his chest, feeling the hard muscle rippling under my touch. His chest was broader, more defined than I remembered from our youth.
I smiled up at him. “I really enjoy this body you’ve got going on here.”
He chuckled. “I aim to please.”
“You’ve definitely done that.”
His eyes flashed with that familiar hunger. The playful mood evaporated and was replaced with one of pure need. I parted my legs, inviting him inside. With one hand, he guided himself to my opening. A drop of water from his wet hair splashed onto my forehead. In a flash, I was taken back to the last night we had been together. He’d been wet, raised over me just like we were in that moment.
“I know,” he whispered. “I know.”
I nodded, unable to speak. I was overcome with the memory that had become one that was bittersweet. Sometimes, I looked back at the night and smiled, and other times, I wept with grief over what I had lost. I wanted to apologize for hurting him. I couldn’t. Not now. That time had come and gone. It was time to live in the moment.
He slowly slid inside my slick passage. Every glorious inch of him stretched me and filled me until I felt whole once again. His arms were locked as he held himself off me. As he always did, he stared down at me, watching me as I adjusted to his penetration. He waited until he was given some sign I was ready for him to move. It was always like that with him. He was observant and thoughtful and always in tune with what I needed.
My hands slid up his arms, over his biceps and to his straining shoulders. He began to move, taking me on that slow ride to ecstasy once again. The veins on his neck popped out as he tried to hold himself back. I didn’t want restraint. I wanted him to release all that tension he carried around with him.
“Let go,” I ordered.
“I can’t,” he grunted.
“Let go. I won’t break.”
He roared, the veins popping out even more as he threw his head back. He rode me hard and fast, the chair threatening to crumble to the cement patio under the onslaught. I didn’t care. I would fall to the ground for him.
“Fuck,” he shouted, his body violently bucking against me.
I reached around and dug my nails into his ass, pulling him against me. He was cursing under his breath. I couldn’t make out the words. I could hear nothing but the roaring ocean in my ears as he pushed me right into the face of another orgasm. I fell over the edge and into the most beautiful, gripping climax with him squeezed tightly between my legs. My body clamped down on his, holding him tight inside me as he let go of his own release.
He collapsed beside me, both of us trying to fit into the chair. I shivered, a combination of an aftershock and the cool air over my damp body.
“Hot tub,” he mumbled and climbed out of the lounger. He reached a hand down to me and helped me to my feet.
We sank into the hot tub, both of us letting out contented sighs. I leaned my head back on the headrest and stared up at the stars high in the sky. I felt completely at peace. Evan was beside me. We both sat quietly, just enjoying the moment. When I was with him, there was a sense of inner peace I couldn’t get with anything else I did in my life.
It was as if I was always searching for the missing piece and never able to find it. I knew it was Evan. He was the missing piece. When we were together, I felt content. I needed nothing else. Just him.
“I know this is kind of weird timing,” he started. “But now that I have found you again, I can’t let you go. I think we were brought back together for a reason. I can’t let you walk away from me again.”
I smiled and turned to look at him. “Did you forget to show me the dungeon?”
He chuckled. “It’s upstairs,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes.
I knew he was referring to his bedroom. “I didn’t mean to hurt you back then.”
“I know.”
“It was for
the best, for both of us at the time,” I told him. I still felt guilty for what I had done, but looking around his backyard, I was certain it had been the right thing to do.
“We’re not in high school anymore. I’m not that kid from town with no prospects and no chance of ever having anything. I’m a grown-ass man and I can take care of you.”
I smiled, leaning over and dropping a kiss on his cheek. “That was never the issue.”
“I’m a capable man,” he insisted.
I giggled, the tingling sensations still bursting over my body. “I know that. You just gave me a very good sampling of how grown up and capable you are.”
That made him happy. I saw the moment he got a little ego boost. “I can show you how capable I am. Over and over and over.” He nuzzled my neck while his hand slid up my thigh under the hot, bubbling water.
I gently pushed him back. “I know how capable you are, and I don’t think I can take that kind of onslaught. I need to recharge. I’m feeling a little depleted. Dehydrated.”
He laughed. “I can get you a drink.”
“I’m good. Just sit right here with me.”
“I will do that,” he answered. “Just this once, I’ll give you a reprieve. We’ll work back up to the way we used to be.”
I laughed again. “Evan, we’re not randy teenagers anymore. I don’t think we can keep up with that pace at our age.”
“Speak for yourself, woman. I’m ready to go right now.” He grabbed my hand and brought it to his erection. “See?”
“You’re crazy,” I whispered.
“You released the crazy when you jumped in my pool buck-ass naked.”
I giggled. “I guess you bring out the crazy in me. We’re each other’s trigger apparently.”
“I guess so and I don’t mind a bit. I like being with you. I love the sex, but I really like being with you. I want to see where this goes. Will you give me a chance to prove I can be what you need?”
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