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We woke up late, which worked out fine for me. James was already gone, out fishin’ with his buddies. More than likely runnin’ his mouth about the kitchen.
No—There was a hundred percent chance he was.
If I pushed the embarrassment aside for a second… it was kinda hot.
Just picturin’ it. Him out there on the lake, sayin’ my name, his friends listenin’, maybe askin’ questions he shouldn’t be answerin’. I wouldn’t wanna actually be there for it—God, no—But hearin’ what they had to say about me? If it was a recording or somethin’, I wouldn’t mind that.
Then there was Carter… All those photos.
Ethan had sent every last one of ’em before we went to bed. It’d been late, so there wasn’t a reply. But come mornin’? His screen was blowin’ up. Notifications stacked one after another, runnin’ all the way down.
Dang.
He was in the shower when the messages started comin’ in. I’d asked him why he was even botherin’ when we were about to go swimming. He mumbled about it bein’ good to rinse off first, all quick and jittery before shuttin’ the bathroom door.
I mean, sure. But that wasn’t really a thing that would cross Ethan’s mind normally. I had a feelin’ he was takin’ care of himself before we went downstairs.
He’d left his phone sittin’ right there on the nightstand. Which, if he was gettin’ himself off, was probably a mistake considerin’ my pictures were on there.
Listenin’ to the water runnin’, I picked it up. Paused for a second, thumb hoverin’… then unlocked it.
At first I skimmed. Then I slowed. Line by line. The things Carter had been sayin’. Dirty. Vulgar. No filter whatsoever. And it had me gettin’ warm just readin’ it. I should’ve been offended. But I wasn’t. Not that I really could be. I’d told Ethan to send them.
I kept scrollin’.
“You gotta bring her back over man.”
“I’ll roll the good shit. Got your favorite strain. Permanent Marker. rose can hang, bake with us”
“Bro I can’t get over those titties”
“Goddamn she’s got such a pretty pussy”
“I’d tear that shit up”
“Fuckkkkk she’d look so good in doggy with those big ol’ titties hanging”
Heat crept up my neck, spreadin’ across my cheeks before I finally locked the phone.
Wow… okay.
I was done readin’.
If I didn’t stop… I was gonna end up in that shower next.
I decided to put the bikini on while I waited, pulling out the tiny plaid fabric. Never thought I’d get a chance to wear it.
After I took off my silk pajamas—Ethan still hadn’t said a word about them—I stepped into the thong bottoms first. They snapped tight on my hips, sittin’ high. But the front dipped further than I remembered from the last time I tried ’em on. Good thing I shaved yesterday before we left. ’Cause these were sittin’ right in that territory.
And yep, my cheeks were hangin’ out, no pretendin’ otherwise. That little scrap of cloth didn’t stand a chance, my rear end swallowin’ all of it. From the right angle, you’d swear I had nothin’ on at all.
I was wearin’ poolside lingerie.
Ugh. Did I gain weight?
My hand landed on my tummy.
A tad fluffier than a few years ago, but still flat. I stored my fat in all the right places, but I didn’t need to be tempin’ my luck.
Sad… I love food.
Mama’s cookin’ was to blame. She was always dumpin’ way more fat into everything than it ever needed. But Lord, did I love her mac and cheese. A would you like some macaroni with your cheese type of deal.
The top came next. I reached behind for the back tie first, then the one at my neck. Took me a couple tries to get everythin’ seated right. This top wasn’t made for someone with my bust. There was only so much string to work with, and I was usin’ all of it.
Side boob for days. Not like I had much of a choice. Those small triangles had one job, and I was stretchin’ ’em thin just to keep the important parts covered.
No way I was doin’ anything but sittin’ in that pool. Too much movin’ was gonna be a no-go. I’d be shocked if an areola didn’t make an appearance today. I’m sure Theo and Ethan wouldn’t be complainin’.
On a semi-related note… I was so white.
Not pale—haunt-a-house, glow-in-the-dark white. And this red bikini? It wasn’t helpin’, just drawin’ a big ol’ arrow to it. I could even see a few faint green veins across my boobs.
I was damn near transparent… I needed a tan.
Bad.
But sunburn hurts and I am a baby about it. I’m terrible at reapplyin’ sunscreen. I’ll put it on once and act shocked four hours later when my shoulders are on fire. So the plan was to park myself near the shady end of the pool. ‘Cause if I didn’t, I was gonna skip right past tan and go straight to lobster.
There was an art to tanning for me and it required a lot of—
“That’s… small,” Ethan said, comin’ outta the bathroom in his swim trunks and a T-shirt. “Where’d you even get that?”
“Allie got it for my birthday—two years ago.”
Allie always did enjoy givin’ me clothes she knew Mama wouldn’t approve of.
I gave a little spin, landed back on my heels. “So… how crazy we feelin’ today?”
He shrugged, as though it had nothin’ to do with him. “Whatever you want.”
Yesterday sure was crazy. ‘Whatever you want’ had a lot of wiggle room.
I tilted my head. “What if I… grabbed his cock?”
Ethan went completely still. For a second, his face didn’t give me a thing. Couldn’t tell if he was shocked… or tryin’ real hard not to look excited.
After last night, that shouldn’t surprise him.
I was a bit more confident this mornin’. All the stuff I’d been doin’ lately had taken me from feelin’ like I was barely scratchin’ average to struttin’ around like a goddess.
Maybe not a goddess. But I was gettin’ there.
“Do you want to?” he asked, real careful.
I grinned. “I kinda wanna see how big he is.”
“Uh—” Ethan stumbled over it. “Yeah… that’s—that’s fine.”
He was so adorable.
I adjusted the straps on my hips. “You’d let me do anything, huh?”
He shrugged, as if he wasn’t thinkin’ too hard about it. “Probably.”
“Let’s go. It’s already eleven,” I said, grabbin’ a hair tie off the nightstand and headin’ for the door. “Then I want pizza.”
I’d just got done sayin’ I was gainin’ weight.
Ethan followed me down the stairs, the bikini straps holdin’ on for dear life on each step. We hit the bottom and headed towards the livin’ room. When I came around the corner, Theo had a can of soda to his lips, watchin’ TV.
He saw me and choked on it, pattin’ his chest, coughin’ it out.
Fair reaction. I was practically naked.
I stopped next to the couch. “You wanna jump in the pool with us?” I asked, settin’ a hand on my hip.
Theo’s eyes were doin’ everything they could not to drop. “S-sure. Let me toss my trunks on,” he said, too quick, already pushin’ off the cushion and headin’ for the stairs. “Give me ten minutes.”
Ethan and I headed out back. The heat hit me the second we stepped outside, the pool glitterin’ in the sun. A neighbor’s sprinkler tickin’ back and forth, a lawnmower hummin’ off in the distance. Blue skies stretched through the patio screen.
Such a beautiful day. This time of the year was the best. I loved it.
When I wasn’t getting burnt.
I walked a step ahead of him, lettin’ my hips sway more than usual.
Near the edge, I paused and reached up, gatherin’ my hair. Elbows lifted, chest pulling up as I twisted it into a quick ponytail. I glanced back real quick, and Ethan was starin’ at my ass.
“Does it look good?” I asked over my shoulder with a smile.
“Yes,” Ethan said, a little too monotone.
Compliments were painful for him weren’t they.
I let out a huff, frowning. “That’s it?”
“Your ass looks amazing, Rose.”
My smile came right back. “Better,” I said, dippin’ my toes in. “That’s warm.”
This was going to be so relaxing. I hadn’t been in a pool in over a year.
The back door slid shut behind me, the latch clickin’ into place. I turned to Theo comin’ out, flip-flops slappin’ against the concrete, trunks on, shirtless, towel slung around his neck.
And wow.
He was lookin’ big. Three-years-later big. Arms, shoulders, all of it. Impressive, if I was bein’ honest. Which I was. Privately. I found myself wishin’ Ethan would work out, put on some muscle. He was on the thinner side, especially next to his friends. I knew it wasn’t the nicest thought, but I was allowed to want things.
And it’d be good for his health.
I totally thought about that part first. Just didn’t lead with it.
Ethan’s eyes clocked Theo too. So I wasn’t the only one who’d noticed.
I wonder if that made it hotter for Ethan. His buff friend checkin’ me out right in front of him. Or was he jealous? Knowin’ him, probably both.
Theo tossed his towel on a chair and kicked off his sandals.
They both jumped in right off the edge, splashin’ like a couple of kids. I took my time gettin’ in. One step at a time, feelin’ the water climb up my thighs, and over my hips. Both of them actin’ as though they weren’t gawkin’ at me the whole way.
I touched the bottom and drifted back, arms out.
We chilled for a while, nobody really sayin’ much. I stayed near the shallow end, relaxing in the shade the house was castin’, arms stretched along the edge, head tipped back.
Every now and then, I’d catch Theo lookin’ over, starin’ a second too long at my chest bobbin’ on the surface. The fabric was gettin’ real close to slippin’, but never did—just teasin’ the both of ’em.
Ethan was shoulder-deep on the other side, arms floatin’ out in front of him, watchin’ it happen, pretendin’ he didn’t notice.
A little while later my stomach reminded me it existed.
I rubbed it under the water, frownin’. “So how about pizza? I saw a Domino’s on the way in.”
Theo floated up onto his back. “Works for me.”
“Or we could make one,” Ethan said, comin’ closer. “Homemade’s always better.”
Debatable. I’d had his scrambled eggs.
I looked at him. “Since when do you make pizza?”
“It’s not hard. Dough, sauce, extra cheese. Ton of pepperoni. Bam.”
Theo sat up. “We don’t have any of that stuff, man. There’s maybe some cheese in the fridge. And I think I saw old garlic salt in the cabinet. That’s about it.”
Sounded about right for a house with no women in it. Though I’ll hand it to ‘em, the place was clean.
“So we’d need everything,” Ethan said, sighing.
Theo nodded. “Pretty much.”
I let the silence sit for a second before glancing at Ethan. “You could run up to the store.”
Ethan blinked. “Me?”
“You’re the one who wants to make it from scratch.” I shrugged, sinkin’ a little deeper. “Theo and I can hold down the fort.”
Theo didn’t say a word.
Ethan’s mouth opened. Then he closed it. Looked at me again. “Sure,” he said. “I’ll go.”
Good boy.
“Get mozzarella,” I called after him as he started for the stairs. “The fresh kind. Not that shredded bag stuff.”
“Anything else?”
I tilted my head. “Surprise me.”
Ethan climbed out, tryin’ to play it off with that not-so-subtle side shuffle, snatchin’ his towel as though it might save him. He didn’t look back, just made a beeline for the door, wet footprints stampin’ the path behind him.
He had a boner.
The door clapped shut, and it was only Theo and me. Neither of us said a thing. Not for a good five minutes. Ethan’s truck fired up, and rolled off, the sound driftin’ farther till it faded out completely.
“You gonna talk, or are we just gonna float here like two pool noodles?” It came out with a little more huffy than I meant.
Theo laughed. “Sorry. It’s… it’s been a while.”
“It’s been almost three years.”
“How’s your mama? She still treat you like you’re twelve?”
“I didn’t even tell her about this trip till the last second ‘cause I knew she’d have a whole list. ‘Who’s gonna be there? Are there boys? Are y’all sleepin’ in the same house?’” I dropped my voice the way Mama does when she’s convinced she’s bein’ reasonable. “‘Rose, you better not be drinkin’.’”
Theo shook his head, grinnin’. “She’s never gonna change.”
“Not in this lifetime.”
He moved a bit closer. “So what’ve you been up to? Ethan said you’re in school.”
“Kinda. Doin’ my associate’s. Online.”
“Nice. Where at?”
“Community college back home. Nothin’ fancy.” I let my legs float up in front of me, watchin’ my toes break the surface. “It’s takin’ forever, though. Goin’ on three years now for a two-year degree.”
Theo was noddin’, but he was a tad distracted.
“What about you?” I asked. “Ethan never tells me anything useful. Or I get a one-word answer.”
Theo leaned back against the wall, arms stretched out on the ledge. “We don’t really talk about serious stuff. It’s usually football and—” He paused. “Mostly football.”
I snorted. “Male friendships are so strange.”
“Got a job at a warehouse nearby. Pays good.” He rolled his shoulders like it already hurt. “Give it a few more years and my back’s gonna be done.”
The shade had pulled back while we were talkin’, the sun sittin’ right on top of us now. I could feel it cookin’ my face.
“You got any sunscreen?”
Theo nodded. “Yup. One sec.”
He got outta the pool, drippin’, and jogged inside. Came back a minute later with a bottle, waded back in, and handed it over.
“Thanks,” I said, grabbin’ it from him.
I drifted towards the stairs, till the water sat right at my hips.
Squeezed a glob into my hand and worked it across my shoulder, over my arm, takin’ my time about it. I didn’t have to look to know Theo was watchin’. Boy had his eyes glued to my hands, trackin’ every motion.
I held the bottle out to him. “Get my back?”
He stared at me like I’d asked him to defuse a bomb.
“Theo.”
“Yeah—yeah, sure.” He took it from me, snappin’ out of whatever short circuit was happenin’ behind his eyes.
He came over and I turned, pullin’ my ponytail forward. The tip of the bottle pressed between my shoulder blades, drawing a line down my spine.
“Gotta draw a line first,” he said. “Globbin’ it all in one spot’s the worst way to do it.”
His calloused palms started workin’ the lotion into my shoulders in circles, fingertips brushin’ up the side of my neck. It felt amazing, like I was gettin’ a massage. I even had to catch myself at one point, tryin’ not to moan.
“Maybe you oughta look into massage therapy,” I said with a small chuckle. “You got some strong hands.”
Not gonna lie… That pressure was growin’ low just from his hands on my back. Little ridiculous how fast I got hot and bothered. Sometimes I swear I’ve got the libido of a guy. I’d been blowin’ off a lot of that energy in the shower lately. More than I should admit. All this naughty stuff had my imagination runnin’ wild, which made it real easy to get down to business.
“Thanks,” Theo said. “Probably from liftin’ all those boxes at work.”
His touch traveled lower until a finger caught the strap of my top. The whole thing was surreal, like time dragged as the string loosened and the knot gave way. My breast slipped free, droppin’ with a soft bounce.
“Fuck—my bad,” Theo said, jerkin’ his hands back.
Oh noooo. Insert sarcasm.
This was the easiest way this could’ve happened without me havin’ to force it.
I reached back and finished the job, loosin’ the neck and lettin’ the whole thing slip free. It fell forward, floatin’ off as the jet near the wall pushed it.
“It’s fine. Was kinda in the way for you anyway.”
Theo was quiet.
“Well?” I glanced back. “You gonna finish or what?”
Reality settled back in, and his hands found me again, slower this time. Way slower. Every pass careful, like he was tryin’ not to touch too much. Not gonna lie, it annoyed me. He was bein’ a good friend to Ethan… and that’s not somethin’ I wanted right now.
After a minute, he muttered, “Done.”
Welp. Guess it was time to stop bein’ polite about it.
I spun around and gave him the full, high-definition view. My arms shifted, pressin’ in at the sides, pushin’ my boobs together without makin’ it obvious.
Theo’s eyes dropped, fast, lockin’ right onto my nipples.
His mouth fell open a second later, the bottle slippin’ free from his hand and ploppin’ into the water, floating between us.
I really enjoyed flashin’ guys. That first oh shit look on their face? Lord, it was addictin’. Almost felt like a game. How quick I could hit ’em with it, watch it land, like they’d been smacked upside the head with a fryin’ pan.
“You wanna do the front?” I asked, keepin’ my face neutral. “Since you’re such a pro.”
“Uh… that—um… wow,” Theo stammered. “Y-yeah. I can do… the—” He cut himself off, swallowin’. “The front. The skin.”
Theo’s brain had packed up and left the building. His hands came up, hesitatin’ for a moment before grabbin’ my boobs, squeezin’.
Did… did he forget what he was doin’?
I raised a brow. “You puttin’ sunscreen on ’em?”
“Right—Sorry,” Theo said quickly. “Forgot the lotion.”
“Mmhm.”
He fished the bottle outta the water and squeezed a little more into his palm, settin’ it on the pool’s edge before spreadin’ it. Half rubbin’, half coppin’ a feel. Still pretendin’ this was just him helpin’ me out.
Sunscreen slicked his thumbs, draggin’ over my nipples like he had a controller in his hands. Circlin’. Pressin’. Workin’ it in nice and easy—
Till they tightened, and I saw his face light up. ’Nough to almost make me laugh.
I sure wasn’t gettin’ sunburned on my nipples anytime soon.
We were standin’ real close now. Close enough I had to tilt my head back, givin’ him the doll eyes.
This boldness on my side didn’t come outta nowhere. Theo had always been cute—even more so now—and truthfully, I’d had a small crush on him back in the day. But I was with Ethan, so it got filed under never.
Oh boy, I was about to make some bad decisions.
Was I really this easy to turn on? Who the hell was this version of me? I’d gone from zero to ma’am, behave yourself in about five seconds flat. Or maybe it wasn’t a version at all. Maybe this was me now. Church-girl Rose, lettin’ anyone’s hands explore her curves.
A rush bloomed in my chest. My hand moved before I could stop it, slidin’ past his waistband while he reached for more lotion.
“Rose, what are you—”
I found him. Already hard, no surprise there. My fingers curled around him, and I began strokin’, feelin’ that thick shaft in my palm.
“Shush,” I murmured. “Wow… you’re kinda big.”
“Yah?” Theo breathed. “You… like it?”
Whoa. I didn’t expect him to lean into it that fast. Poor Ethan… man didn’t have a single friend with any self-control. But then again, I was standin’ there with my boobs out, hand in Theo’s trunks. Hard to blame him.
“I do,” I said, grinnin’.
I slid my other forearm under the ladies, liftin’ them.
Theo’s eyes went wide as saucers. “Rose… this… Ethan…” he whispered, like he didn’t know what part to focus on. “Those are… real nice.”
I smirked, still strokin’ him below the water. “Mm-hmm.”
This was way too fun.
His attention finally comin’ off my chest and onto my eyes. “I’ve been wantin’ to see your tits for a long time.”
“Was it worth the wait?”
He nodded. “Yes. They’re fuckin’ perfect.”
God… I really wanted to kiss him… but should I?
I don’t know why, but kissin’ felt more intimate than him touchin’ my body… That didn’t stop me from suckin’ face with his dad.
Screw it! I was already jerkin’ him off.
I dropped my arms and hooked one around him, yankin’ him in as I pressed my lips to his. His tongue pushed into my mouth right away, kissin’ me aggressively, like he’d been dreamin’ on it. I removed my hand from his trunks and wrapped both arms around his neck, holdin’ him there.
His hands dropped to my butt, grabbin’ both cheeks as I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him in tight, my boobs pressin’ up against his muscles—makin’ me squeal a little inside… he was so sexy.
And then we really started makin’ out.
Theo had some pent-up energy for me. No doubt about that. He was squeezin’ my ass like it was his now, fingertips diggin’ in rough. And I was a hundred percent fine with that.
He broke away, his lips draggin’ over my throat, and my head tipped. Part of me registered the way he was suckin’ at my skin and knew he was one step off leavin’ a mark.
But rational Rose?
She’d clocked out for the day.
“I wanna fuck you so bad,” came out of his mouth, and my eyes popped open, starin’ straight up through the screen.
Oh.
Well…
That was blunt.
I let out a nervous laugh, looking back down. “We don’t got time for that.”
So much for all that confidence.
Turns out, I still needed a minute for that… even if part of me wanted it more than anything. ’Cause Jesus, I wanted it—wanted to have sex—and my patience was wearing thin. I was literally the only virgin in my friend group. It was kinda impressive I’d faked my way this far without any of them catchin’ on that Ethan and I had never done it.
But not today. Not in the pool.
Theo groaned. “Okay… but can I fuck your tits? Real fast.”
Ethan was really outta sight, outta mind for him right now.
“We can do that,” I said, way too eager. “On the stairs?”
“Yeah,” Theo said, just as fast.
Didn’t know how much time we had before Ethan came back, but he’d probably finish before.
I slid off him, takin’ his hand and guidin’ him toward the steps before droppin’ where the water sat at my hips. Theo shoved his trunks off and tossed ’em onto a chair nearby.
My eyes went straight to his dick, hard, a slight curve to it. James had him beat in the size department, but not by much. He wasn’t small. Not even close. Same rosy-purple head, veins runnin’ thick down the shaft.
I couldn’t believe I’d seen both less than a day apart.
This was insane.
I was really gonna make both father and son come, hours apart. This was so naughty. Kinda taboo… and that made it even more arousin’ for me.
Dear Lord… forgive me, for I have sinned.
And I’ma do it again.
Theo stepped in close, and I tipped forward a little as he lined himself up, knees bendin’ as the half bottle of lotion on my boobs had him glidin’ through easy. He began thrustin’ while I squeezed ’em together with my forearms, holdin’ him there, addin’ some drag as my nipples pressed against him.
I thought it might be kinda boring, but no. Feelin’ him buried, watchin’ his face go hazy, straight-up losin’ his mind to my tits?
Not even a little boring.
“Do… do they feel good?” I asked, my voice comin’ out lower than I meant—this was a smidge embarrassin’.
“Yes,” Theo breathed. “I can’t believe you’re lettin’ me do this.”
I looked up at him, bitin’ my lip and I had to look cute, ’cause that was all it took to set him off.
“Oh—fuck, I’m gonna blow,” he choked out.
Theo drove in, and his whole body locked up, a deep groan rumblin’ out of him as he lost it. Warm cum splashed up under my chin, then onto my neck, leakin’ down as he throbbed between my chest, only his swollen tip left peeking out.
He didn’t move, just stayed there, ridin’ it out, groanin’ and moanin’.
And my mind went straight to horny town.
What if I ended up bent over that stair railin’, palms braced, Theo pushin’ into me from behind?
What would it be like inside me—him comin’ in me, givin’ me his seed. Him plantin’ it deep.
What… what if Ethan came back… and saw me getting used?
Just thinkin’ about it had my cheeks blushin’, and my legs squirming below the water.
Once he was done, I let my chest spill to the side and leaned back against the steps, givin’ him a clear view of the mess he’d made. “This stays between us, alright?” I said, winking at him. “Our little secret.”
He nodded, still lookin’ dazed.
I dipped back into the pool, rinsin’ myself off. By the time I found my top and pulled myself out, Theo hadn’t moved an inch. He was just standin’ there, hard, starin’ ahead like he was still tryin’ to catch up.
That got a breathy laugh outta me.
“I’m gonna run inside and grab my phone real quick,” I said, stoppin’ at the top of the stairs. “You might wanna put your trunks back on.”
That finally did it, as if I’d snapped right in front of his face.
“Ah—yeah. I should.”
I pointed at him, narrowin’ my eyes. “And you better act normal when Ethan gets here.”
He straightened up and gave me a goofy salute. “Yes, ma’am.”
I padded over and slid the door open. Still damp, the AC hitting, goose bumps prickling up both arms. My path to the stairs cut right past the front door, so naturally that’s the exact moment it swung open.
And I was thinkin’, oh, Ethan.
Wrong.
So wrong.
James walked in, one of his buddies on his heels in their fishin’ getup.
Already? They’re done? When my papa went fishin’, he was gone all day. And it was barely past noon.
Their eyes dropped fast. No shame about it. Right to my chest. My top danglin’ off my finger.
I should’ve put that back on.
Too late now.
“Rose, come meet my friend Larry,” James said with a big smile, gesturin’ me over.
Why not? At this point, what was one more set of eyes?
I walked over, and Larry stuck his hand out. “Nice to meet you, Rose. I’ve heard all about you.”
He dressed like every dad at every lake house I’d ever been to. Fishin’ shirt, sunglasses sittin’ on the brim of his hat, the whole picture. It was almost funny how complete it was.
“Hopefully good things?” I said, taking his hand, smilin’ as if I wasn’t standin’ there topless, drippin’ on the floor.
“Of course”—His eyes dropped—“That is a beautiful rack, by the way.”
I stared at him for a second.
He really said that out loud, huh?
“Well…” I pulled myself together quick, flashin’ him my sweetest smile. “Thank you.”
He nodded, all pleased with himself.
I took my hand back. “Nice meetin’ you—but I left my phone upstairs. I’ll be back.”
James’s hand passed over my ass. “Hopefully. Without the top.”
“Ha—uh… maybe.”
James and Larry grinned at each other, not even tryin’ to hide it.
He gave my ass a quick pat.
And I went.
Up the stairs, feelin’ their eyes on my ass the whole way. Probably whisperin’ to each other about it.
The second I was in the bedroom I shut the door and leaned my back against it. That was a whole lot less horrifyin’ than I thought it would be.
Then my heart caught up. Poundin’ like it had been waitin’ for the door to close, that bold front droppin’ clean off now that nobody was around. Everything I’d done came rushin’ in at once.
But it wasn’t panic or embarrassment.
It was the thrill of it all.
After my pulse settled some, I made my way to the bathroom, plantin’ my palms flat on the counter, head down, lettin’ out a long breath.
“You did it,” I told my reflection. I straightened up, meetin’ my own eyes. “You did it, Rose.”
The high wouldn’t let go. I couldn’t stop smilin’.
I think I had officially gotten over that bullyin’ from school. Those girls were just jealous I was gorgeous and busty. My face was a ten outta ten, and nobody on this God’s green earth was gonna tell me otherwise. Bein’ all self-conscious about it seemed so silly now I almost laughed.
Rose Parker was a goddess.
End of story.
Hell, I’d even wear cow-print now. That’s how over it I was.
My stomach let out the most unattractive growl.
Ethan better get back soon ‘cause I was fixin’ to pass out from lack of food.
I flung my bottoms off, ducked into the shower, and rinsed off quick. When I came out with a towel wrapped around me, Ethan was already back, standin’ there as though he’d appeared outta thin air.
“Uh, hey,” he said, lookin’ me over. “I’m guessin’ things went… well? Theo’s actin’ weird, and James is downstairs talkin’ about you walkin’ around topless.”
Fantastic job actin’ normal, Theo. I expected James to be a loudmouth, but I figured Theo could’ve dialed up the act a little. Good thing Ethan was already in on it.
“Yeah,” I said, keepin’ my voice so even it surprised me. “Theo fucked my tits.” I gestured vague toward the front of the house. “And James and his buddy walked in right as I was headin’ upstairs.”
Ethan blinked at me for a second. “I’ve never heard you say the word… ‘tits.’”
I stared at him, deadpan. “That’s what you’re focusin’ on?”
“Sorry.”
I clapped my hands together once. “Anywayyyy. While we were makin’ out—”
“You?” Ethan cut in, brows pullin’ together. “Made out?”
“Yes,” I said quickly, not lettin’ him derail me. “So, during that, he said he wanted to fuck me.”
Ethan’s face went completely blank. “What’d you say?”
“I told him we didn’t have time. Which—we didn’t.” I shrugged. “And it’s a good thing it stopped when it did. James could’ve walked in while Theo was going to town on my boobs.”
Ethan nodded at me as if I was layin’ out instructions he needed to follow. “You look like you had fun.”
“Oh,” I drifted over to the bed, flopping down. “I did.”
“That’s good.”
I let myself fall back onto the mattress, Lookin’ up at the ceiling a second before lettin’ out a slow breath. “I think I’m into this whole hot-girlfriend thing.” My head turned towards him.
Still standin’ there. Still processin’ it all.
And I saw it, a bulge pressin’ against his shorts. He was eatin’ this up.
Also, those were heart-eyes. The same one he got after I did slutty things. Just starin’ at me like I’d hung the moon.
And it made me want to take it further. I was chasin’ that look. No doubt about it. Not that I wasn’t enjoyin’ it myself, ’cause I was. I mean, I get to mess around with guys and still have a boyfriend? That’s a pretty good deal.
Plus I get that expression from him every time?
Might’ve been a bit dramatic, but I think I’d won the lottery, if I do say so myself.
I should ask him somethin’ crazy. Right now. Just to see what he’d say. Because the way he was lookin’ at me? He’d answer anythin’.
“So…” I said, keepin’ it as casual as I could. “Who would you want me to fuck first?”
The silence went on.
“I don’t know,” Ethan said, as if he hadn’t frozen up for a full half minute.
“Okay, hypothetically,” I went on, pushin’ up onto my elbow. “James, Theo, or Carter. You gotta pick one.”
“Uh…” He rubbed the back of his neck, already lookin’ cornered. “I don’t—”
“Come on,” I cut in, rollin’ onto my side to face him. “First one that pops into your head.” I flipped the towel open, bringin’ my boobs into this little tug-of-war. “You really think you’re sayin’ no to me right now?”
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