FALSE 9: Red Card Series

by Erickson, Megan

  She paused with one hand on the bottom run of the diving board. “What?”

  “I don’t want you to fall and crack your head open on the tile.” I pursed my lips as her mouth dropped open in an O. Christ, I was the worst. A mostly naked girl wanted me to chase her around the pool and I turned into a lifeguard.

  Her chest heaved as she caught her breath, and I could see pretty much everything. The dark circles around her nipples, the heavy weight of her breasts in her tank, the way her waist cut in and flared out into wide hips, like the hourglass of my dreams.

  She smiled then, and began to climb slower. “You’re right,” she said. “I’ll be more careful.”

  “‘Kay.” My face heated. I wanted to be this spontaneous man it seemed like she wanted, and I could be, but I was also… me… and I didn’t want to have to call 911 because she slipped and fell and knocked herself out.

  She reached the top of the diving board, and I waited as she walked to the edge before diving back into the water. She broke the surface and grinned at me. “Close your eyes.”

  “What?”

  “Close your eyes.”

  “Why?” A splash of water slammed into me. “Hey!”

  “Just do it!”

  “Fine,” I grumbled, closing my eyes.

  I listened to the water lapping the edges of the pool and the little splashes she was making doing whatever she was doing. Then finally, her voice came from the other side of the pool. “Polo.”

  I laughed out loud. I hadn’t played Marco Polo since I was a kid.

  “Marco,” I called out.

  “Polo!” She was moving, and I struck out, eyes still closed, as I tried to catch her. I spread my arms out wide, circling my legs as I treaded water in the middle of the pool. I strained to hear her, and there it was, just the quietest little intake of breath. “Marco,” I called out, right before lunging to my left.

  She screamed, and the tips of my fingers brushed her tank top. “Polo!” she screeched, but I scented blood now. I had her. Eyes shut, I knifed out of the water and grasped with both hands. This time, I captured a wet, wriggling, screaming, and laughing Bianco Santos.

  Her struggles took us underwater, where I finally opened my eyes but didn’t let go of her. I dragged her with me to the surface. A hot, tight body was pressed to mine, and before I could slick the hair from my eyes, she wrapped her long legs around my waist.

  I pushed her hair out of my face and wiped my eyes, grinning at her. “Gotcha.”

  She smiled, and it wasn’t the fake one I’d seen her use a few times. She was outright grinning like a kid in a candy store. “I think I’m the one who has you.”

  I treaded water, but in that moment I felt weightless. Like we’d shot to the moon. “Psh, I could get away if I wanted.”

  She lifted her brows, and her nails dug into my shoulders. “Oh yeah? Then try.”

  My pulse beat double time. “I don’t want to.”

  Heat rose into her cheeks, flooding her face with pink. Her ass bobbed at my waist as she readjusted herself, and she bumped into the tip of my hard dick. She felt it, she had to, and I couldn’t even feel embarrassed. Of course I was hard. I had a girl made of fantasies clinging to me in her underwear, dripping wet, her hard nipples pressed against my chest. I could normally tread water for a hell of a long time, but my brain was scrambled, my heart pounding, and my legs wouldn’t work right since all the blood in my body was rushing toward one single rod in my groin.

  With one hand around her waist, I kicked out, scooping the water with one hand until we’d successfully waded to the side of the pool. My back hit the wall and I braced one hand on the edge, the other still holding her.

  She hadn’t taken her eyes off me the whole time. We were both breathing hard from swimming, and her long dark lashes were spiked together from the water. Her gaze began to roam. Up into my brown hair, down my face, pausing at my jaw before she spread her hands out on my chest, running her fingers over my protruding collarbones. The water was warm, but Bianca was hotter, white-fucking-hot, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning.

  “This okay?” she murmured, eyes lowered, one of the first times I’d ever seen her anything but take-what-she-wants-confident.

  Was this okay? Her touching me? No it wasn’t okay because I was going to lose my ever-loving mind, but it was also so goddamn okay that I never wanted it to end. I nodded, and her lips quirked as her cheeks reddened. Was she blushing?

  “Did you mean what you said at the party?”

  “What did I say?” Did she expect my brain to work correctly right now?

  “That you liked me for… for my confidence?”

  “Yeah I meant it.”

  She wiggled her ass just enough that she now had my hard dick trapped between her body and my stomach. I sucked in a breath, afraid if I exhaled that my balls were going to burst. “And you’re attracted to me.” She didn’t ask it as a question, but I nodded anyway.

  Her hand slid up to my neck and then she gripped my chin, her fingers pressing into my cheek. “Can I kiss you, Lavin Saint?”

  Jesus Fucking Christ. I nearly whimpered with want. I’d never, fucking ever, wanted anything as bad as I wanted Bianca Santos to kiss me. My pulsing blood roared in my ears, and I was breathing so fast, I thought I was going to have a heart attack. But Bianca didn’t look away, her hand still holding my head in place. I didn’t dare move, afraid this moment would end so all I did was move my lips enough to say. “I’d like you to kiss me.”

  Her eyes widened, desire flashing in them for a brief second before she closed the distance and pressed her lips to mine.

  I didn't breath. Or move. All that mattered, all that was alive in my body, was where she touched me. Her lips moved and while I might have been a virgin, I could kiss, dammit. She gripped my chin tightly, so all I could do was tilt my head and open my mouth, swiping my tongue along the seam of her lips. She opened for me with a small moan in the back of her throat. I kept one hand on the tile, anchoring us to the side, and gripped her waist with the other, rubbing my thumb along her smooth, wet skin above her underwear.

  I kissed her. I loved on her mouth. I worshiped her with my tongue and my lips, because I was pretty sure this would be all I'd get. Guys like me didn't get the girl or the glory, but I was going to get this kiss. I was going to remember this stolen, forbidden moment in a college pool with Bianca.

  She broke the kiss and leaned her forehead against mine. It was only then that she loosened her grip on my chin. Her hand cupped my cheek, rubbing the corner of my lips with her thumb, eyes locked on mine, inches away. Finally she pulled back, and her fingers dipped to brush my lips. When I kissed her fingers, she smiled, a beautiful, radiant Bianca smile that held so much delight in it. I’d done that, right? It’d been me who made her smile like that. Fuck, that smile alone would get me through the rest of college, easy.

  “Bianca,” I whispered. This was a risk, opening my mouth. Who knew what would come out especially when my mind was a jumbled mess and my heart galloped in my chest like a runaway mustang? I licked my lips, tasting Bianca over the chemical tang of the pool water. “Can I touch you?”

  I wanted to clap myself on the back. I’d done it. Four words. Four words that made sense and hadn’t made me look like a moron.

  Bianca sucked in a breath, and her hips moved against me. Her tongue came out to tease the corner of her lips as her hands tightened at my shoulders. That told me something but not enough. I had to touch her. I had to know she was as affected by this as I was, or if this was just something for her to pass the time.

  Her answer wasn’t verbal. She gripped my wrist that was wrapped around her waist and drew it to the space between us. Her eyes closed for a brief moment as my fingers made contact right over that tiny scrap of underwear between her legs. “Please,” was all she said.

  I didn’t waste time, worried if I delayed, she’d take back it all back. Hell, I was worried this was a dream and I sure as hell didn’t w
ant to wake up before I got to the good stuff. I rubbed over her underwear gently at first, watching her face as her mouth fell open. It wasn’t enough. I knew it and she knew it. Stupid fucking fabric blocking me from paradise.

  See, I was a virgin, but I wasn’t a saint. I knew my way around a clit, because I’d had to let my fingers and tongue do a lot of work in the past since I’d never gotten far enough to get my cock involved.

  I tugged the fabric covering her aside, and used my middle finger to feel around until… her head dropped back on a moan.

  “There she is,” I whispered, focusing on that hard bud, swirling around it and pinching it ever so slightly. Her hips bucked and her fingers lifted to dig into my scalp.

  Of course she was wet—we were in a fucking pool—but I could tell that I was feeling her natural wetness too, slick as hell on my fingers. I let my fingers coast back, back, until I felt what I was looking for. I rubbed around her opening just as I ran my nose along her jaw. “Tell me if you want more.”

  “More,” she gasped, thrusting against me, her tits bouncing below my chin. I was in fucking ecstasy. And then she said one word that sent me over the edge. “Inside.”

  “Oh fuck yes,” I muttered before slipping two fingers inside of her.

  She cried out, and I nearly came in my boxers, right there below the diving boards, just from the feel of her clenching around my fingers. The pool water was warm, but it was nothing compared to the intense heat of her body. Her eyes focused on me, without the sexy smirk. A soft smile graced her flushed face and her fingers were swirling in the hair at the base of my neck, a soft gesture that I wasn’t sure how to decipher.

  I knew I had to move my fingers. Do something. Get her off. But for a moment I was frozen in time. How the hell did I get here? What did I do in a previous life to get this gift of Bianca looking at me like I was some stud? I’d expected her eyes to be closed, picturing some other guy or some wicked fantasy, but instead she was focused on me. It was almost too much for me to handle, knowing she was in this with me. I couldn’t hide or lower my eyes. This was it.

  Finally getting my shit together, I began to move my fingers, slow at first, my thumb lifting to once again focus on her clit. She kept her gaze on me, even when her eyelashes fluttered, even when her chest heaved as she worked herself on my hand, even when the water splashed around us from our efforts.

  My cock was hard as a spike below us, and the occasional feel of her ass brushing the tip was driving me out of my goddamned mind. He’d have to wait. Hell, he was used to it. One day, I was going to have to be nicer to him.

  “Lavin,” her voice breathed out my name like a chant.

  “I want to see you come, B,” I said, working her on a steady rhythm as she rode my fingers like there was no tomorrow.

  “Close,” she whimpered. “Oh fuck, so close.”

  I applied more pressure on her clit, bouncing my hips against her to drive my fingers as deep as I could. That was all she needed. I lost her eyes when she threw her head back, every breath punctuated by little high-pitched moans that tightened my balls. Don’t shoot in the pool, don’t shoot in the pool, I told myself sternly in my head as Bianca rode out her orgasm.

  Her movements finally slowed and her muscles went lax against me. I withdrew my hand from her, not because I wanted to, but because I was worried she’d slip into the pool. I slid a hand under her ass, pointedly ignoring my dick, as she rested her head against my shoulder.

  “That was awesome,” she whispered against my chest, her lips brushing my skin.

  Yeah it was. I’d be picturing her eyes in my dreams for years to come. Jesus, I was not only in the deep end, I was in the deep end with Bianca, and I barely knew her.

  I stared at the wall, not really seeing it, only hearing my Pop’s words in my head. You’re the loyal kind. You’ll find that girl, and you’ll give her all of you, and that’ll be it. For life.

  My heart screamed Bianca was that girl, but my head knew better. There was no fucking way she’d keep seeing me. Hell I wasn’t sure why she sought me out tonight. Maybe she needed glasses.

  Doubt crept in, ruining the afterglow of what we’d just done and making my cock start to soften. Bianca pulled back, maybe sensing the change in my mood. She took me in, and her brows drew in as she studied my face.

  I tried to smile. What the fuck was wrong with me? I wanted to be able to brush this off, to say some flirty line about how she owes me. I’d wanted to act like this was no big deal, that I did things like finger girls in the pool after hours all the time.

  But I wasn’t that guy, and I sure as hell wasn’t a good actor. Her hand reached between us, heading down, and I jerked my hips, shaking my head. “I’m fine.”

  She shocked her head. “You sure?”

  I smiled. “Positive.” I swallowed around the odd feeling in my throat. “Another time.” But I didn’t say it with a suave ring to it. I’d made it sound like a hopeful question. Fuck, I was pathetic.

  She ran her fingers over my lips, studying my face and I had to look away. I glanced at the clock. Fuck it was almost eleven. We had to get out. “Come on,” I said. “We should probably go before we get caught.”

  She hesitated for a moment before nodding. I hoisted her out of the pool, trying to avoid perving on her ass and failing, especially now that I knew what her lips felt like against mine. Did she think I regretted this? I didn’t regret it. I couldn’t if I tried.

  She pulled her pants over her wet legs and tugged her jacket back on. I pushed myself up to get out of the pool when the door opened. The kid from the front desk stepped inside, looking around with a furrow on his face. Bianca whirled around quickly, eyes big, motioning me to get back down. I shook my head; her lips thinned and she mouthed, get down!

  I listened. I listened because I was freaking out. Getting caught would fuck me over in a million different ways. But I was worried about Bianca. She could get expelled too, although maybe Coach being her uncle meant he could somehow get her out of slippery situations. And this situation was slippery in more ways than one.

  I dropped my head, dipping into the water as much as I could so I wasn’t visible, but enough to be able to still see and hear. I clung to the side, not daring to tread water or do anything that would make a sound.

  I knew the minute the kid saw her. “Uh, hey, you’re not supposed to be in here.”

  “Oh, are there hours for the pool?” Bianca asked, completely innocently.

  “Yeah, they’re listed on the door…”

  “Oh wow. I can’t believe I missed them! I’m so sorry. I had to grab some things from my uncle’s office and decided to take a little detour. Dip in the pool.”

  “Yeah, you’re not supposed to do that.”

  “My bad!” Her voice was cheerful, meanwhile I was shaking so bad that I had to clench my jaw so my teeth didn’t chatter. This was now the second time Bianca had to save my ass.

  “I’m supposed to turn you in for this.” I could hear the frown in the kid’s voice.

  “Oh you don’t have to do that.” She brushed him off like it was no big deal, and then I heard the zipper of her jacket. Jealousy flashed through me, and I peeked as much as I dared to see Bianca sauntering toward the kid, her feet bare and her jacket open. The kid’s face was zeroed on her chest, his mouth opening and closing like a fish.

  “I mean…” he started. “I guess I don’t have to.” He seemed to snap out of his boob-staring to narrow his eyes. “Wait, where’s the guy you were here with?”

  “He left awhile ago,” she said. “Didn’t you see him?”

  He shook his head. “No…”

  “Oh, well he’s quiet. He’s like a black belt or something and those guys move like panthers.”

  I almost laughed out loud.

  “Uh, okay.”

  His eyes gazed over her shoulder and I dipped back down. “Someone left their clothes here. I’ll shuck them down the laundry shoot.”

  “Oh, that’s not necessary
, I’m sure—” Bianca said just as something metal clanged.

  “Is that your book bag?” the guy asked.

  “Yep, all mine. I have a paper to write. I should probably get back to that.”

  “Yeah. So, just don’t come in here again after hours, okay?”

  “Of course. What’s your name?”

  “Brad.”

  “Thanks Brad.” She purred his name.

  “Need me to walk you out?”

  “No, I’m good. Just going to use the bathroom quick.”

  “Okay.”

  Silence. Then. “Bye Brad.”

  “Oh yeah, right. Bye.”

  The door closed and I slowly lifted my head to see Bianca rushing back over to me, reaching for my hand. She was biting her lip. “Lavin, I’m so fucking sorry.”

  I stood on my feet on the tile and shook myself like a dog as I glanced around for my clothes. Tonight had been awesome, but I was no longer running on adrenaline. I was a little fucking scared and really needed to just get the hell home. “It’s okay. Where are my clothes?”

  She swallowed. “Um,” she whispered. “He tossed your clothes down the laundry shoot.” She screwed up her face in a wince.

  I stared at her, my brain trying to process the words. “I’m sorry, what?”

  She pointed to a little metal flap in the wall. “That’s…the laundry shoot. He put your clothes in there.”

  I stared at the metal flap before racing over, tugging it open before sticking my hand down. My fingers touched nothing but cool metal. I stuck my head inside, but all I saw was a long narrow chute into blackness. I spun around to face her, the chill settling into my bones and making me shiver. “Are you fucking serious? I have no damn clothes?”

  Her wince was turning into something else, and I caught it the moment her shoulders began shaking. “Are you fucking laughing?” She bent double, her hand over her mouth so she didn’t make too much noise as she choked out laughter. “I’m standing here in my fucking boxers, soaking wet and you’re laughing!”