“Mmmhmm. Sure you were,” she says, sending me a devilish grin. She looks at Logan, “And I’m sure you were pushed down too?”
“No,” he says, matter of factly, unaware of the snickers Kennedy is holding in, “I inhaled water on the way down, what’s your excuse?” Logan says, looking at Kennedy.
“I have these things attached to my chest,” she points to her boobs and neither Logan nor I can stop our eyes from drifting down. “They’re very buoyant.”
Miranda and their friend Claire are next to come up, then Adrian. Finally the last to surface is Liam. “Liam wins,” I say. “Who’re you kissin’?” That horrible feeling from earlier comes back and settles in the middle of my stomach. This is weird, I don’t get jealous over Kennedy.
“Let me think about it. All three of you,” he says pointing to the girls. “At the same time.”
His answer irritates me. “How is that even possible?” I say.
He lifts his chin in the air and then with his pointer finger taps both cheeks and then his lips. He backs up to the edge of the pool where he splays his arms out wide along the edge. “I’m waiting for my prize ladies,” he taunts.
The girls swim in and give him the quickest of pecks on both cheeks and his lips before all of them use their combined weight to dunk him under the water. The feeling in my stomach eases with the fact that Kennedy only gave him a kiss on the cheek.
After the handstand competition and Liam kiss, Miranda hops out of the pool and dries off. She gives Kennedy a look and says, “I’m gonna head out.” Liam hops out and leaves almost as soon as Miranda is through the gate, which is…suspicious. I’ll need to follow up on that later.
Because Miranda and I are actually friends, sometimes the guys forget we’re siblings. For the most part I don’t really care what she does or who with, but I don’t like the idea of my sister being seen as an easy hook up. I’ve heard and seen howsome of the guys talk about their one night stands enough to know I would not want those conversations to be about Miranda or Kennedy. I know Liam wouldn’t, but still.
After Miranda and Liam leave, the energy starts to die down a little until Adrian suggests we play dare or drink.
“I haven’t played that game in forever,” Claire exclaims, “I need a little excitement.”
“I’m in,” Kennedy states. “Will?”
“Obviously.”
“Im in, too.” Logan says.
“Alright, you go first since it was your idea,” I say to Adrian.
“Okay,” he says, rubbing his hands together dramatically. “Claire, I dare you to take a body shot off Kennedy.”
Kennedy and Claire both get out of the pool. Kennedy lays down right on the pavement next to the water. “Too easy, Richards,” Claire says before grabbing a shooter from the cooler and placing it between Kennedy's tits. She leans down, face in her boobs, and pulls the Fireball shooter out of her cleavage, tilts her head back, and downs the entire thing. They both jump back in the water, wading toward us like it's a normal Saturday.
“My turn,” Claire says. Turning to Logan, “I dare you to take a body shot off Adrian.” She shoots a look at both of them, expecting them to deny. Little does she know we’re all so comfortable with ourselves it just doesn’t shock us. Three years of locker rooms and rooming together in hotels for away games will do that.
Logan takes the shot off Adrian like a fucking champ and then it's his turn. “Kennedy,” he says with a smirk, “I dare you to give Will a hickey.”
She looks at me, eyebrows raised, asking for my input. Heat immediately rises to my cheeks and I’m hoping that she doesn’t notice. For about half a second, I feel like I can’t formwords, my breath caught in my throat and my tongue too big for my mouth, before I clear my throat. “You don’t have to–” I start to say despite the fact that there is a strange feeling low in my belly and my dick is very interested in the idea of Kennedy giving me a hickey.
She hops out of the pool, looks over her shoulder to Adrian, “Where do I put it?”
“Anywhere you want,” he responds before I can even form words, once again rendered mute with the knowledge that she’s not choosing the shot. She’s not choosing to take the shot and I’m realizing that I’m excited at the idea of her sucking and kissing on me. Embarrassingly excited about it.
“Alright,” she says, head tilted to the side just a little like she's weighing her options. “Will, any opinion on the matter?”
My heart is pounding in my hands and I still seem to be unable to speak. I clear my throat before answering, swallowing with a gulp, “No, anywhere you want,” I manage to repeat.
She stands in front of me looking nervous, wringing her hands and shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “Kenny, it's just a stupid dare, you don’t have to do it,” I say, voice low, trying to keep it between us. “You can take a shot instead.”
“I know,” she says, nervously wiping her hands down the sides of her one piece, drawing my eyes down her body. I should not be looking at her body the way I am. I need to chill the fuck out. “Ready?” she says, sauntering over to me.
I lean back in a pool chair and spread my legs wide enough for her to step between them, but instead, she plops herself right down on my lap, straddling me. She grips my chin and pushes my head back so my neck is exposed to her. She leans in and whispers low in my ear so no one else can hear, voice just a little stressed and wobbly, “Is this okay?”
I grunt out a yes like a fucking neanderthal. I’m very okay with everything that’s happening right now.
She drapes one arm over my shoulder while the other is still on my jaw, holding me in place. She leans forward, pressing herself into my chest, sending a pulse straight to my cock. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure it's below your collar.” She lets out a breath on my neck and then licks a line from my collar bone up to my ear, then back down. She releases my jaw, sliding her fingers toward the back of my neck and into my hair.
