by Meghan Quinn
In one swift move, she smacked water at me that went shooting up my nose in a fast stream, and then she started to swim away.
“You are in so much trouble.” I cleared out my nose and swam after her. I reached her just as she was about to get out of the water. I grabbed her waist and pulled her into my chest. My arms wrapped around her bare stomach and her head flew back to my shoulder as she laughed.
I started swimming backward and leaned into her ear. “You’re going to pay for that.”
“Why? I was just paying you back.” Her head tilted to the side so she locked her eyes with mine, those deep brown, gorgeous eyes. She could have asked me anything right then and there, and I would have given it to her, just from the look she was giving me.
“Fair enough,” I kissed the tip of her nose and then released her. She floated next to me and searched my eyes. “Hey, thanks for the help today, you really saved my ass.”
“That’s what I’m there for,” she floated to the side of me and I watched her arms help her stay afloat. This was probably a bad idea on my part, because all I could think about was how hot and sexy she was, which only reminded me of the burning need I had for her.
To clear my head, I asked, “So, if you could pick one person to play you in the Lifetime Movie of Solo Cohan, who would it be?”
“Hmm,” she thought about it. “Good question.”
“Thank you,” I bowed like a nerd, which made her chuckle.
“If I had to pick someone based on looks, I would say Rachel Bilson.”
“She’s hot,” I nodded in appreciation of her choice.
“She is.”
“You’re hotter,” I added.
“Okay, smooth operator. Who would yours be?”
“James Franco,” I said without missing a beat.
“James Franco? You’re so much hotter than him, though, and muscular.”
“Exactly, so when people see my picture during the accreditation part at the end of the movie, they’ll think, wow, that Adam guy is so much hotter in person. I don’t want to be that person where they say, whoa, the actor totally did that person justice.”
She shook her head and swam toward the ladder to get out. “You’re ridiculous, not because of your answer, which is absurd, but because you’ve obviously thought about this.”
“You have to be prepared,” I said, as I watched her pert little ass come out of the water. “You never know when you’re going to have a Lifetime Movie made about you.”
“You’re so cheesy.” She ran, tucked her legs under her body, and performed a cannon ball right in front of me. The little splash her body created was laughable.
When she peeked up, she looked at me and said, “Did I get you good?”
“Yup, killer, you really splashed the hell out of me,” I responded in a monotone voice.
“I thought it was good.”
“You also think you’re much bigger than you are. You’re just a mini muffin.” I grabbed her hands and pulled her into me so her legs wrapped around my waist and we floated together in the pool as one.
“If I’m a mini muffin, then what does that make you?”
I looked up to the sky as I thought about it while her hands played with my shoulders.
“I’m a monster cupcake.”
“Never heard of a monster cupcake,” she giggled.
“I’m the one and only, baby. Won’t find another one like me.”
“You got that right,” she replied, while caressing my face.
We spun in the water and stared into each other’s eyes in silence, just taking in the moment. It was borderline corny, but I didn’t care, with Solo, I was able to live in my own cheesy world and I loved it. She shifted on my waist and cringed.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“It’s my back. It’s been sore lately.”
“Really? Lucky for you, I was going to massage therapy school before I came here.”
“No, you weren’t,” she laughed.
“Yes, I was. I know how to rub backs.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Oh, yeah? Let me prove it.”
Without a second thought, I floated us to the stairs and stepped out of the water with her still clinging to me. I took her over to our little cabana, and then rested her on the lounge portion, making sure to place her on her towel.
“Turn on your stomach and lay down.”
“You’re really going to rub my back?”
“Yes, now turn over.”
She eyed me skeptically for a second, and then turned over, giving me a glorious sight of her ass. I bit down on my bottom lip and just stared at her for a second. She was perfect.
“Hey, quit staring at my ass.”
“I have every single right to stare at that mouthwatering ass, because you wore those bottoms. With bottoms like that…you’re just begging to be stared at.”
She rolled her eyes and rested her head on her hands.
I straddled her little body and sat up on my knees. My dick was propped right below her ass, and I had to literally take a deep breath and think of anything other than Solo’s body before I touched her, because images of me taking her from behind kept floating in and out of my mind, making it extremely difficult to sit comfortably on her without her knowing there was a boner propped on her back.
When I’d reined in my emotions, I leaned down to her ear and said, “Pardon me while I clear my surface.”
“What?” she looked at me, but I was already undoing her top with two quick pulls. “Hey, what are you doing?”
“I don’t work with barriers, muffin. I need a smooth surface.” I pulled her top out from under her and she gasped, but never truly protested. Score one for me.
“Now, relax, muffin. This won’t work unless you’re relaxed. Put your arms out and sink your head to the side. Make sure you’re comfortable.”
She did as she was told, and I took that as the green light. I shifted to the side and caught a portion of side boob and swore to the sky. I fucking loved side boob, almost more than whole boob, almost being the key word.
Erasing side boob from my head, I pressed my hands to her back and ran them up from the middle of her back up to her shoulders and back down. I could feel her relax under my hands, which I could not be more proud about. She was comfortable with me, and I loved that, that she could trust me, even though I was a big fat liar about going to massage therapy school. Fucking Massage school, yeah, I wouldn’t last two days. It was cute that she believed I would be able to do something like that, though.
As my hands ran up and down her body, I kept my eyes forward and away from her glorious ass cheeks that kept poking up right by my dick. It was pure torture for me, but I swore I wouldn’t be the creep with the hard on while rubbing down a girl; I would just be the creep who thought about it.
“That feels so good….cupcake,” she complimented in a sultry voice.
I laughed and continued to rub her down, listening to the little mews coming out her mouth. My hands drifted lower on her sides each go around, testing the waters of how far I could go. Her breathing grew heavier with every pass of my hands and I was fascinated by the goose bumps that rose from my touch. It still boggled my mind that I was able to affect her that much.
Taking a chance, I ran my hands up her back, down her shoulders and let the very tips of my fingers skim the little side boob that was peeking out. The moment my fingers connected with her sensitive skin, she took a deep breath and tensed her entire body. I thought I’d made a huge mistake until she relaxed again and smiled.
Fuck, yes!
Feeling more confident, I ran my hands up her back again, then back down her shoulders, and this time, I let the pads of my fingers touch her side boob. The softness of her skin and the plush feel of her breasts had me breathing heavily as my hands traveled up her back again. When I reached her shoulders, I steadied my hands and watched as she waited patiently for my touch. Slowly, I ran my palms down her sides and connect
ed once again with her side boob. This time, an ever so light moan escaped her mouth, which spurred me on even more.
My head leaned down and pressed a kiss against her neck, as my hand continued the motion that not only tortured her, but tortured me as well. When my hands started to trace back down her body, I pressed my lips to her neck, slipped my hands under her body so they touched her collarbone, and then ran them down just until I hit the swell of her breasts. I waited for a second for her to tell me no, and to possibly fuck off, but when she didn’t, I went the last couple inches until my hands cupped her breasts.
Her nipples were hard and played with my fingers, which rolled over each swollen nub. I breathed into her neck, trying to gain my bearings from the intimate touch she allowed. I squeezed her breasts gently, and before I knew it, she turned under me, grabbed my neck, and brought me down to her lips, where she kissed me mindlessly.
My dick surged to the crotch of my pants as her legs wrapped around my waist and her hips flew into mine.
Holy shit, I was going to combust in seconds.
Her lips traveled across mine with light kisses, and then in one big movement, she opened her mouth and licked my lips, begging for entrance. I couldn’t deny her anything, even if I’d wanted to, so I opened for her and matched each stroke.
Occasionally, I would run my tongue along her lip ring, loving the way it felt in my mouth. I loved how everything about her fit perfectly with me.
One of my hands ran up her stomach, just below her breasts, and rested there until she wiggled her body to the point of her groaning in my mouth. I finally obliged and gripped her breast in my hand. It was so fucking soft, so fucking perfect, that I had to take a second to gain myself.
A moan slipped past her lips, and I knew I was a fucking goner. I kissed her lips, then traveled down her jaw, to her neck, and past her collarbone. I took a deep breath, pulled up slightly, and looked at the beautiful woman below me.
The thought of “how did I get so lucky” kept running through my head as I took in her pink little nipples that were hard pebbles on the tops of her soft breasts. Her eyes were aroused and just waiting for me to take her. She was everything I could ever ask for in a woman.
I lowered my head back down and was about to take her breast in my mouth when the back door to the house slammed and Scout’s voice rang through the night air.
“Adam, are you out here, man?”
Solo’s eyes flew open and she scrambled under me to the top of the lounge, where she couldn’t be spotted. She searched for her top, which was on the ground, so I reached down and handed it to her.
“Over here, man,” I called out.
“Don’t bring him over here; I don’t want him to see us,” she whispered in panic and embarrassment.
Disappointment washed over me at her announcement. It fucking hurt to know that she still didn’t want people to know about the feelings we had for each other, as if it wasn’t obvious. It was like I was her dirty secret, and that was something I was not happy about.
I took a deep breath, calmed the hard on I was sporting, grabbed a towel, and held it in front of me. I took a glance at her wide eyes one last time, shook my head in disappointment, and then got up.
“What are you doing back so early?” I asked, as I walked toward Scout, who was drinking a beer.
“Nailed the shoot again, man. I’m telling you, I’m on fire these days.”
“Maybe I should get some pointers,” I weakly smiled, still reeling from the closed off reaction from Solo.
“Did your first shoot not go so well?”
I met Scout at the edge of the pool and guided him back in the house, so Solo could scurry away without being seen. The whole situation made me feel so dirty, so used.
Once in the house, I grabbed a water out of the fridge and faced Scout, whose back was to the pool. Solo’s figure popped out of the lounge chair and ran to her house. It was upsetting that she wanted to hide from everyone, like she was ashamed of me. Pain and anger started to seep into my veins as I tried to act normal around Scout, like my heart wasn’t splitting in two.
“Nah, it went alright. Zia seemed happy.”
“Did she take you back to her office?”
“What? No. What’s back there?”
Scout grinned. “When she’s pleased and horny, she’ll fuck you, man. One of the best fucks you will ever get. The girl knows how to make a man beg for more.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, I’ve only been back there once. It was fucking fantastic, but kind of weird, which I told her after,” he laughed. “Surprised I didn’t get fired, but she appreciated my honesty. She’s mainly back there with Gunner.”
“Because he is the king of all dicks?” I asked, taking a sip of my water.
“Not sure. Probably,” he shrugged.
My phone that was on the dining room table lit up and I walked over to grab it, which was when I saw it was a text from Solo.
“I’m beat, man. I’m going to go upstairs and take a shower.”
“Alright, we have our family gym session tomorrow.”
“Family gym session?” I laughed.
“Yeah, once a week, we all schedule a gym session together. It was Ty’s idea. Basically, it’s a pissing match to see who can lift the most. Such bullshit, Ty always wins. The guy is a machine.”
“Seems like you’re a little butt hurt,” I said.
Scout held his rear end and said, “I am.”
Laughing, I shook my head and walked away. “See you tomorrow, dude.”
As I walked up the stairs, I opened the text message from Solo.
Solo: I’m sorry, Adam. Please don’t be mad at me.
I ran my hand over my face, as I tried to decide what to do. I was so fucking mad; I didn’t see what the big deal was. It’s not like there was a policy of no dating each other. Frustrated, I typed back to her.
Adam: Too late for that.
Chapter Seventeen
Adam
“Wake up, dickhead,” Ty called through my door, as he pounded on it. “It’s family time.”
Groaning, I turned and looked at my phone to see what time it was. Eight in the morning and I already had multiple text messages.
I rolled out of bed, grabbed my phone, and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. The moment my head hit my pillow last night, I turned my phone on silent and went to sleep. I blocked all the crap that was going on in my life out of my head, forgot about Solo, and slept.
As I brushed my teeth, I flipped through my phone and saw that all the text messages I received were from Solo.
Solo: Please, Adam, I just got scared.
Solo: I can’t tell you how sorry I am. I know that looked bad on my part.
Solo: I care about you, Adam, please talk to me.
Solo: I know you’re mad, but I just wanted to tell you that the night we had before Scout showed up was one of my best. I’m sorry.
Solo: Please, Adam…
I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to not feel the emotions that were wearing on me. I could see Solo’s pleading eyes in my head, and I didn’t want to see them. I was hurting, and I wanted her to hurt. I wanted her to feel my pain, like a dickhead. So, instead of responding, I finished brushing my teeth and threw some gym clothes on.
When I made it to the gym, all the guys were lined up and waiting for me.
“So glad you could join us, Sleeping Beauty,” Ty said, rubbing his hands together. “Same rules, boys. One guy starts and we all follow suit, just like the basketball game, Horse, but with weights. Every time you can’t lift the amount of the person who sets up the exercise, you get a letter. Questions?”
“What are we spelling?” I asked, shifting in place, trying to warm up my body. “And can we get a little treadmill action beforehand?”
“We have ten minutes to warm up, and then we get into it. Today’s word we’re spelling is meat curtain.”
“Seriously?” I asked, feeling slightly grossed out.
“It’s really two words,” I pointed out.
“Fine, you pick a word,” Ty said.
I thought about it for a second while adjusting the hat I’d put on my head. I was about to answer when Scout said, “How about blumpkin?”
“Blumpkin?” I asked, not knowing what the hell that was.
The other guys threw their heads back and laughed. “Yes,” they all said together.
“What is a blumpkin? Is it some kind of drug?” I asked, completely confused.
They laughed even harder from my apparent stupidity and all went to the treadmills.
“Urban dictionary it,” Scout said, as he started to jog.
As I got on the treadmill, I pulled out my phone, and typed the word into Urban Dictionary. After I read the description, I knew I would never be able to look at the guys the same. I just prayed that none of them ever had a blumpkin done to them.
“You’re a bunch of sick fucks, you know that?”
They laughed again and continued to jog.
I was five minutes into my warm up, still trying to un-picture a blumpkin from my head when Solo popped into the gym, wearing a pair of magenta skinny jeans, a white shirt with “Frankie Relax” on it and her hair up in a high ponytail. She looked so damn beautiful.
She looked around the gym and then stopped walking when she spotted me.
“Come to catch the show, Solo?” Nikko asked, while rubbing his mouth on a towel that was around his neck.
She twisted her hands in front of her and said, “Actually, I need to borrow Adam real quick. I have to talk to him about the second half of his photo shoot today.”
I pressed stop on my treadmill, grabbed my towel off the top of the machine, and walked out of the gym, as Solo tagged along behind me. Once the door to the gym was shut, I turned around to face her.