I laughed, then let out a sigh as I felt his bulge against my ass, right where he’d positioned me. “If your brother saw, then yes, it would be wrong.”
“Good thing he’s not opening his eyes under water yet,” he said, his voice low and husky. My hands were on the metal rail to the ladder. I moved to release them, but a quiet “don’t,” from Lucas made me stop.
One of his hands moved up from my waist to cup a breast. I looked over at Andy, but he was at the wrong angle to see what was going on. Plus, he was still engrossed in whatever Freddy was doing.
“Freddy,” I said softly, warning.
“He’s busy. Besides, I’ve got your back. Literally.”
And he did, leaning that strong chest against my back, making me wish the racer back of my suit was completely gone.
I’d briefly contemplated wearing a bikini to swim today, but thought that might be trying too hard, when I’d always been in a proper swimsuit with Andy before.
But now. God, now I’d give anything to have less Lycra between Lucas and me.
I leaned back into him, keeping my arms on the bars, giving him access to…everything.
One hand continued to knead my breast, shaping, flicking across the nipple as I felt it tighten to a sensitive bud. His other hand slipped lower, right down the front of me. Right down to the core of me.
His finger teased the elastic of my suit along my inner thigh. I lifted one leg on the ladder, giving him better access, loving how dangerous it all felt, with Freddy on the other side of the room and Andy just a few yards away.
Loving how Lucas made me feel.
His long finger edged under the elastic, turned and sought. My hands wrapped tighter on the metals bars, wishing it was Lucas I was hanging on to as he teased my outer lips, brushed ever so lightly across my slit.
“Lily, are you going to have pizza with us? Lucas said if I put my head under water three times we can have pizza. And I did it.” Andy got off the tile bench and made his way over to us, just as Lucas slipped his hands off my body.
I wanted to scream at Andy. To tell the poor kid to sit the hell back down so his brother could keep his glorious hands all over me. So that I could feel the cool glide of that searching finger deep inside me.
Instead, I rose up the ladder, the steel bars cold against my hot skin.
“I know you did,” I said to Andy as I rose from the pool, the water sluicing down my trembling legs. “I saw. I think it was even more than three times.” I had no idea—my eyes had been on Lucas’s body when he’d been working with Andy—but I took a shot.
Andy’s little face beamed, and I knew I’d shot correctly. “I did. Four times!”
“Wow, that’s great, Andy,” I said, making my way over to the bench, Andy trailing behind me. I grabbed a towel and another one to hand to Lucas. When I turned, he was still in the pool, his eyes firmly planted on my ass. Well, my front now.
I held the towel up to him, my eyes questioning why he was still in the pool. He gave a tiny shake to his head and then eye-pointed to what was undoubtedly a still very hard hard-on.
I was happy to confirm that you indeed could not see anything below the pool’s edge from this angle. And also happy to confirm that I got Lucas as turned on as he got me.
Andy was between us with his back to me, so I rubbed my towel slowly across my breast, cupping it and stroking it more than drying my suit.
“You’re not helping,” Lucas said with a growl, but the heat in his eyes told me he enjoyed the show.
I was about to take it further—Lucas made me want to be bold, and I was not a bold girl by nature—when Andy turned back to me, causing me to pat myself dry with the towel like a normal person. Not like someone dying to have Lucas’s hands all over them again. And soon.
“So, are you gonna have pizza with us?”
I looked past Andy to Lucas, to gauge how I should answer. Did he want me to have pizza with Andy and him? Or was I just helpful for the pool part of their guy day because I was Andy’s instructor?
I waited, staring at Lucas, who stared back. I could see a hundred emotions playing across his gorgeous face, but I couldn’t read them.
“It’s a Saturday night, buddy,” he finally said to Andy, though his eyes didn’t leave mine. “Lily might have big plans. Might have another party to go to.” There was that pissiness again, and it thrilled me.
Childish, I know. But I felt the same way. The thought of Lucas out at a party, no doubt with some girl—or two or three—trying to get with him, made me insane. It was an emotion I had no right to, no claim of any kind. And yet…I felt it.
And I knew Lucas felt it too.
