“But…” Her eyes jump between the water and my bare legs. “But it looks freezing.”
“Aye,” I say, yanking off my shirt. “Don’t judge me, all right? Remember that men’s bits try to hide in cold water.”
“But…” Her protests die as I pull off my underwear and stand in front of her fully naked. As she stares blatantly at my dick, I help peel off her little coat. “What if someone comes?” she says. “This is public indecency.”
“No one ever comes here.” I fold her clothes carefully on a tree stump and run my finger under the blue lace strap of her bra. “Now. Do you want to keep this on like a wee bikini or get the full wild swimming experience?”
“You’re serious.”
“Aye.” I kiss her shoulder. “I swear it’ll make you feel better, London.”
Summer crosses her arms, shivering. “Oh, screw it,” she mutters. “Take it off.”
I grin and reach behind her back, unclasping the bra and letting it fall gently to the mossy floor. The panties are next, and then she’s standing in front of me, fully naked.
For a moment, I just look at her. In the early morning sun, her hair is gleaming gold, and her soft curves are practically glowing.
“So…what now?” she asks, looking nervously at the loch.
“Pop your arms around my neck.”
Confused, she does as I say, and I hoist her up into my arms.
Her eyes widen. “Wait, Fraser,no—” she starts.
I grin. “Brace yourself,” I tell her. Then I sprint into the water.
THIRTY
FRASER
Summer screams as we hit the frigid loch. Big waves crash up around us and slop over onto the bank. I throw my head back and laugh. I love wild swimming.
Summer doesn’t seem to appreciate it quite so much.
“Oh my God!” she shrieks, tightening her legs around my waist like a vice. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, Fraser!”
I grin, kissing her neck, then dip us deeper into the water until it’s lapping around her shoulders. “Feels good, right?”
“No!” She scrabbles to get higher on my body. I feel myself harden as her slippery body writhes over mine. “I’m gonna die, gonna die, gonna die?—”
I pull her even closer. “Shh, shh. It’s okay, baby. Relax, all right? Unclench all your muscles. It hurts, but in a good way, right?”
“N-no,” she chatters, clinging to me. “Th-this is h-horrible.”
I nuzzle her cheek. “It’s good for you to jump into cold water. Gives you endorphins for hours.”
“D-don’t c-care. I like hot showers and Lush bath bombs. I don’t likethis.”
I have to laugh. “Poor baby. You need me to distract you?” I cup her soft tit under the water. “Breathe into it, aye? In and out, there’s a good girl.”
“I can’t,” she whimpers, sticking herself to me.
“Aye, you can.” I let my hand slip lower, touching between her legs. Summer goes very still as I start slowly rubbing her. “There we are. Relax, and take it all in,” I instruct. “Feel the sunshine on your skin. Listen to the trees.”
She gasps and shudders. “F-Fraser?—”
“Breathe,” I remind her. “You gotta keep breathing, love.” She whimpers as I tickle my fingers around her throbbing bud. “You feel it coming over you?” I say into her ear. “Like waves? Just let go. Let ’em take you.”
