“I can sketch, yes,” I answer. “I don’t put the time into it to actually be good. It’s more of a hobby. As for baking, I know how to make a few things.”
“He bakes and he draws.” She shakes her head. “A lethal combination. Toss that around with your impeccable body and mediocre looks and—”
“Mediocre? You better be fucking joking.”
She laughs. “And he jokes around too. Ugh, a real catch.” Lilly pauses just as we reach the rock formation and gasps as she catches sight of the steam rising from the ground. “Oh my God, is that it?”
“Yup,” I answer.
She grabs my hand and tugs me toward the water, excitement radiating off her.
“Ahh, this is so cool.” She squats down and touches the water with her hand, only to turn her shocked eyes on me. “It’s so warm. We need to get in.”
“Wait... what?”
Before I can ask her what she’s doing, she kicks off her shoes and socks and pushes her pants down, revealing a black thong that clings tightly to her hips, and when she turns around, her back to me, my eyes are glued to her ass. Her pert, round, fucking perfect ass.
“Lilly,” I groan.
“What?” she asks. “It’s hot springs time. Strip down, Fitzy.” And then she pulls her shirt over her head and drops it to the ground with the rest of her clothes. She wraps her arm over her breasts and then turns toward me, covering herself so I don’t see anything, but I’m teased to the point of getting hard. “Uh, you still have clothes on.” When I don’t move, she rolls her eyes. “Am I going to have to strip you down myself?”
“No,” I say quickly.
She snaps at me. “Then get with it. It’s not like I haven’t seen you in your underwear before. Stop being shy. Plus, I’m going to need your help navigating my entry into this thing.”
Knowing I’m not getting out of this, I reach over my head, pull my shirt up and over my body, and drop it with her clothes.
“Oh, yeah, take it off,” she hollers, causing me to give her a menacing stare. It does nothing but make her laugh.
I finish removing my clothes, leaving just my briefs on, and then move to the hot spring.
“You know, you have a really nice ass,” she says. “This guy doesn’t skip out on his squats.”
I glance over my shoulder at her teasing grin, and because she’s one of few who can loosen me up, I say, “I could say the same about you.”
Her eyes soften before her smile grows even wider. “Oh my God, people, did you hear that? Keller Fitzwilliam likes my ass.”
“Can you contain yourself, please?”
“Never.” She winks.
I squat down to the water and then sink in, feeling the ground beneath me.
“Is it deep?” she asks. “I mean, I like it deep, but I just need to prepare myself.”
“You realize that’s not how a queen speaks.”
“As far as you know.” Her arm still wrapped around her breasts, she moves toward the edge of the springs and then sits on her butt, dipping her legs in the water. “Oh God, you’re going to have to excuse me if I moan.”
“Great,” I say sarcastically.
“Give me your hand, help a lady out.”
“From what flies out of your mouth, I wouldn’t say you classify as a lady.”
“What about a lady of the night?” She wiggles her brows.
“That feels more accurate.” I take her hand in mine and then help her in, only for her to trip on God knows what and fall forward, straight into my arms.
