by Lacey Black
Everyone is completely wet and covered in mud. They’re all in t-shirts and shorts, but it’s the way Abby’s shirt molds to her body that has my full attention. Her long hair is pulled up in a ponytail, high on her head, and her face is streaked with mud. Those long legs that were entwined with my own only a week ago are covered in drying mud, her feet bare and caked with brown.
I’m hard. Like harder than the oak tree in the middle of the yard kinda hard.
“Better put that hard-on away, boy, before it falls out and beats someone on the top of the head,” Orval snaps as he walks up and stands beside me.
“What?” I ask, flabbergasted and unable to hide my smile.
“Oh, you heard me. I know a chubby when I see one. Hell, I’ve got one now thinking about my Emmie coming over and playing in the mud with me.”
My bark of laughter draws Abby’s attention. The smile she gives me is as warm as the sun, yet hesitant. We haven’t seen each other very much since I woke nestled against her amazing chest with my morning wood begging to be played with. For me, it’s a combination of busy with work and trying to squash the lust I’ve developed for her before I see her.
Gauging by the way my dick is crawling out of my pants to get to her, I’d say it didn’t work.
I have talked to her via texts, but also through the dating app. Of course, she doesn’t know that’s me, but whatever.
“Thank God Jaime has a brown thumb and wasn’t using the garden, otherwise her vegetables would definitely not be fit for consumption,” I quip, watching as the girls try to keep the ball from hitting the ground.
“True, son. She’s never been able to grow dandelions, not like Payton. That girl could take a dying plant and nurse it back to health. Emmie’s that way too.”
We watch them play for a few minutes. Dean walks over and joins us, a wide smile across his face. “Hey, man.” He sticks out his hand and I shake it readily. I’ve come to really like and respect Payton’s boyfriend. “Don’t get too close or you’ll find yourself with mud flung at you.”
“Like monkeys flinging shit,” Ryan grumbles as he walks up and stands beside us. He’s wearing a new shirt and flip-flops, but still has residue of mud on his arms and legs. Even though he’s trying to act all tough and upset, I can still see the hint of a smile on his lips and the way his eyes light up when he watches his girl. “So much for growing a garden,” he says, shaking his head.
“Unless you were going to grow it, I don’t think Jaime had any intentions of planting zucchini, tomatoes, or cucumbers,” Orval says. “Besides, a woman only needs one zucchini in her life, and as long as you’re packing a good one, which I know ol’ Ryan is, based on the moans coming from that bed and breakfast last summer, well, that’s all that matters.” That’s when Ryan chokes on his beer, spraying it from his mouth. Thank God no one was standing in front of him.
“What are you guys over here talking about?” Abby asks, walking up and standing in front of me. I get a good look at my girl–shit, no my friend. The sun bounces off the mud streaks in her hair, and there’s a big clump on her chest. Mud, not hair. My fingers twitch to remove it for her, maybe copping a bit of a feel while I’m at it. But then everyone around us would see and that’ll just turn the relationship spotlight on Abby and me. No thank you.
“Zucchini,” I tell her with a bright smile.
“Zucchini?” she asks, crinkling up her adorable little nose. “You boys are weird.”
“Payton loves zucchini,” Dean mumbles, making me crack up.
“Yeah, anyway, Meghan had to go to the bathroom so we need you to come over and fill in for her.” Then the little vixen bats her eyelashes at me.
“Not gonna happen, sweetheart. I’m wearing good shoes,” I say, pointing down at my crappy pair of old Nikes.
“Get your rear out there before Lexi comes over here and makes you,” she retorts, that sweet and innocent smile spreading across her face. “You know she doesn’t play fair.”
“Fine. You want me? You got me,” I quip with fire, stripping my shoes and socks off and throwing them on the ground. Abby smiles sweetly before rejoining her sisters.
“You’re going in there? You realize this is a trap, right?” Dean asks, glancing from me to where the girls all smile warmly and innocently.
“Oh, I know,” I say as I strip my phone and wallet from my shorts. Then, as if I didn’t have a care in the world, I reach behind my neck and pull off my t-shirt. A gasp comes from my left, and if I had to wager a bet, I’d say it came from Abby. “Here,” I say to Dean, tossing my shirt in his direction. “It’s my favorite. I don’t want it to get muddy.”
Taking a quick drink of my beer, I walk towards the makeshift volleyball court with a smile on my face.
“Wait, did she say Meghan went to use the bathroom? In the house?” Ryan asks. “Jaime!”
“It’ll be fine, babe. Mud washes,” she replies sweetly, throwing in a wink for good measure.
The mud is cold between my toes as I walk out on the opposite side of the net from my friend. I keep my shades over my eyes for the sun, but they also hide the fact that they’re zeroed in on one woman. She wouldn’t know that though because her eyes are planted firmly on my chest. Martians could touch down and steal her sisters, and unless they landed directly on my abs, she wouldn’t have a clue.
“Abby! Pay attention,” I holler over the net. “This one’s coming at ya.” Throwing a cocky smile her way, I grab the nasty, wet ball and throw it in the air. I hit it hard and to the right, aiming for the corner of the court where she’d have a hard time getting it. She moves, but not quick enough and basically face-plants in the muck.
“Point!” AJ exclaims from our side of the court, giving me a high-five.
“Ready for another?” I ask, glancing her way. She’s getting up off the ground, flicking mud and clumps of grass off her body. Lucky fucking mud.
When she’s in position, I do it again, except this time I hit it a bit short so she has to move forward. Jaime tries to go for it too, but neither of them is quick enough and the ball lands between them in the mud.
“That’s two,” I bellow, as the ball is whipped back at me.
“You wanna play hardball, Mr. Morgan? Fine. Bring me your best shot. I bet you won’t get a third point,” she throws at me with venom. And I’ll be damned if my cock doesn’t respond again. Or maybe it’s the fact that her mud-caked shirt has ridden up and a strip of her stomach is showing.
Grinning a wide smile, I toss the ball in the air and let it rip. This time, it aims straight at her. I put a little too much heat behind the ball and my heart actually stops when I realize it’s heading straight for her. For her head. She tries to duck, but it’s no use. The gross as shit, muddy ball slams into the side of her head and my girl goes down.
Hard.
I’m already on the move before her sisters even have time to yell. Diving under the net, I drop to my knees in the mud beside her unmoving body. She’s on her side, her face slack, the left side of her forehead turning a nasty shade of red. “Abs!” I holler, trying not to move her. If she has a neck or head injury, I could do more harm than good by trying to move her.
Shadows surround me as everyone gathers around. “Abs, can you hear me?” I say, bending down to get closer. I can tell she’s breathing, which is a good sign. “Abs?” I whisper by the side of her face as close to her ear as I can get. I’m so consumed with guilt and fear that I don’t even know it’s happening until I’m falling.
No, not falling.
I was pulled.
My face plants firmly into the nasty, cold mud, as cheers echo around me. Shocked, I pull myself back up, wipe the shit from my face, and glance over at my friend. She’s laughing so hard, tears are running down her cheek, mixing with the dirt and creating streaks of filth down her glowing face.
“Gotcha!” she exclaims, trying to cover her mouth with her hand.
“Oh, you’re going down,” I say, just before I pounce on her. The force o
f my body weight knocks her off balance and flat on her back. Her hands grab heaps of mud and she flings it at my bare chest. My body covers hers as I latch on to her hands and hold them above her head. Suddenly, this fun little game in the mud is something completely different, something completely dirty. And no, I’m not talking about the mud.
My body is nestled between her legs, lining my hard cock against her pussy. Heat flares to life in her eyes, replacing the playful look that was there just a moment ago. My body is on fire for her, and there’s nothing I can do to cool it.
And honestly, I don’t know that I want to.
“That wasn’t very nice,” I whisper, both of us holding completely still. The sounds of laughter are all around me, but I don’t pay anyone else any attention. Instead, I hold her arms with one hand and take a handful of mud with the other. Our eyes are locked together as I bring my hand up and set it directly on her chest, right above her magnificent tits. The oozing slime runs down her neck.
Her gasp can be heard for miles, I’m sure. “You are so gonna pay for that,” she says with force, but it’s lacking heat.
“Oh, I don’t think so, angel. You’re kinda in a predicament here. You can’t move.”
“Maybe not now, but I’m keeping score Levi Morgan. I will get payback for this.”
Bending down until we’re a mere breath apart, I whisper, “I look forward to it.”
And then I almost kiss her. Her lips are swollen and so fucking sexy that I almost throw caution to the wind and kiss my best friend. She must sense where my mind is because I watch, helplessly, as that little tongue of hers slips out and wets her lips. I groan. Yeah, fucking groan.
“Come on, guys, we’re gonna hose off before running through the shower,” Jaime says beside us, breaking the magical bubble we were just in.
And just like that, the moment is gone. Realizing exactly where I am and who is around me, I jump up and discreetly adjust my pants. Abby gazes up at me, a heady cocktail of embarrassment, laughter, and lust swirled together in those green eyes. Extending my hand down to her, she reaches for it. It’s warm against mine as I help pull her up from the mud pit.
Turning around, I find most everyone is already over by the hose, cleaning themselves off. Well, everyone but Grandma who stands alongside the net with a huge knowing smile on her face. I can practically see the mischief and the calculating going on in her head.
“What?” Abby asks, straightening up and letting go of my hand.
“Nothing, Abs,” Emma says, shaking her head politely.
“I’m gonna go over and hose off,” she mumbles before turning and all but running to where her sisters stand beside the water spigot.
“Having a good time?” Emma says, stopping me before I head over to the hose.
“Uh, yeah.” She continues to smile at me, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “Okay, I’m gonna go over and wash off.”
“Sure, sure. It must have been a really good time, Levi,” she says behind me. “Otherwise, I’d be worried about the baseball bat you’re hiding in your shorts right now.” I drop my head and refuse to turn around. “Nothing to be embarrassed about, boy. By the looks of the bat, I’d say you’re more than capable of playing a full nine innings, and then some. Just make sure it’s my Abs who is playing with you when you start swinging for the fences.”
“Ugh,” I groan before turning around.
“You can try to deny it all you want, child, but I see it in your eyes. And I feel it when you’re together. When the time is right, it’ll happen, I know it. And it’ll be wonderful and everlasting. Until then, go wash off and shower.” I turn and head towards the girls, my mind reeling from her statement. “Oh, and Levi?”
“Yeah?” I ask, turning to face Abby’s petite little grandma.
“No need to put a shirt back on. The view is marvelous this time of year,” she quips with a smile and a wink.
Shaking my head and unable to stop my laughter, I head towards the hose with a crazy beat in my heart and a wide smile on my face.
Chapter Eleven
Abby
Levi runs his hands up and down his bare chest, washing off most of the remaining mud. My heart is pounding, my mouth watering, and my eyes glued to every ab gloriously defined in his tanned skin. There’s like eight of them. Did you know guys could have more than six? Seriously. It’s magnificent, the freezing cold water cascading down his stomach, wetting his shorts.
“Abby, reel your tongue back in your mouth, honey,” Grandma remarks with a straight face.
“What? I’m not…no…it’s not hanging out.” Smooth, Abby. Real smooth.
I don’t look up, but can feel Levi’s eyes on me. Instead I take the time to finish wetting my hair. We’re the last two to get the shower, and I’m pretty sure all of the hot water will be long gone by the time it’s our turn. Not our turn, our turn. We’re not, like, showering together or anything.
And now I’m thinking about showering with Levi. My best friend. That would mean we’d be naked together, his impressive erection that I’ve felt against me twice in the last week, very prominent in the shower with us. All week long I’ve thought about how it felt to wake up in his arms with that erection between us. Now that I’ve gotten a little taste of it between my legs–albeit with clothes on–I’ll never get the image out of my head.
Stupid, pesky, unwanted crush!
When he’s fairly clean, he turns off the water and steps forward. Gently, he takes my chin and side of my head in his hands, and turns my head to get a better look at the lump near my forehead. I’m not gonna lie. Getting nailed in the head with a volleyball wasn’t a Sunday afternoon picnic. Oh, it hurt. It just didn’t make me faint the way I portrayed. That little part of my plan just kinda happened, and it worked out perfectly.
“You’ll have a knot on your head for a few days,” he says, his breath fanning across my face making me shiver.
“I’ll be okay,” I croak.
“Of course you will. You’re badass.” His eyes remain locked on mine, his hands unmoving from my face.
“Shower’s yours,” Lexi hollers as she comes out of the house, breaking the moment again.
I take a step back, putting a little distance and breathing room between us. Glancing over at my friend, we both pull out our hands and form a fist. “One, two, three,” Levi counts as we both pound our fists in beat with the counting before throwing out our hand.
“Paper wraps rock! I win!” I exclaim, reaching over and wrapping my hand around his, demonstrating how my paper beats his rock in a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors.
“You cheat,” he says with a smile before nodding towards the back door. “Go. Save me a little hot water.”
I turn to head to the house when I realize my hand is still wrapped around his. “Sorry,” I grumble, dropping his hand as if it were something that slithered. Turning around, I make my way to the house as quickly as possible.
“There are some shirts and shorts sitting on my bed,” Jaime says. “Throw your dirty stuff in the washer. I’ll start it before we eat.”
The hot water feels amazing as I wash the slime and grime from my body. I use my sister’s shampoo and rinse the rest of the mud from my hair. As I wash my body, I can’t help but notice how tingly and sensitive it is. My nipples harden as I run my soapy hand along my body, picturing someone else’s hand as I go.
I should feel guilty thinking about my friend while I shower, but I can’t seem to find the gumption to stop. Instead, I picture how those hazel eyes blazed into my soul when we were lying in the mud. I recall exactly how his body felt against me, his large erection pressed against my center. There was something else to that, but I can’t put my finger on it.
Instead, I go ahead and put my finger on something else. Me. My body is humming with need and wet with want. Between the water and my own juices, my fingers slide easily over my swollen clit. I almost groan with pleasure as lust slams through me. With my eyes closed, my fingers start to move
quicker, my breath labored and choppy. It’s his face I see, his touch I feel. It’s the image of my best friend with his hands between my legs, and maybe his mouth too, that causes me to fly over the edge.
Yep, I just had an orgasm in my sister’s shower, with my entire family outside in the backyard. Shame slams into me as I try to control my breathing. I can’t believe I just did that. Not only in someone else’s house, but with images of my friend to carry me over the orgasm threshold. I’m such a loser. No wonder I’m single.
Getting out, I notice the flush to my cheeks. I grab one of the last fluffy towels from the closet and quickly dry off. I didn’t pay attention to what I grabbed from Jaime’s clothes on her bed, and I’m starting to regret that decision now. Glancing in the mirror, the neckline of the tank top hangs down, showing off several inches of cleavage. The shorts are comfy, but much shorter than I normally choose. I should probably switch them out when I leave the bathroom.
Throwing a brush through my hair, I pull my long locks up into another high ponytail. My makeup is all but scrubbed clean, but instead of stealing my sister’s makeup, I opt to just go all-natural. Even though I think my skin’s blotchy, it’s just going to have to be fine for the rest of this evening.
Grabbing the towel and throwing it in the full hamper, I open the door and slam into a wall. No, not a wall because this unmovable object has arms and legs. Levi wraps his arms around me to keep me from falling. “Woah, angel,” his deep voice croons.
“Sorry,” I mumble, pulling back and getting a look at him.
His eyes bore into me with an intensity I’ve never experienced before. My cheeks start to heat up again as I think about what I just did in the shower. His smile starts small and slowly widens into something almost predatory. I swear he knows what just went down in there. It’s like it’s written on my forehead with black magic marker. Diddled to thoughts of you.