“Do you have a boyfriend?” I ask bluntly.
“You think I slept with you when I had a boyfriend?”
“I think you’re a sexy, smart, beautiful woman who bends in yoga pants in front of men all day,” I reply calmly. “So it’s possible in the last twelve days you found someone else to lock in the laundry room.”
She laughs at that. It’s soft but I can hear it and it makes me smile.
“You were my last fluff-and-fold.”
“So you’re single?” I move closer—very slowly so as to not disturb the water and draw attention.
“Yes.”
“Because you had the most amazing sexual experience of your life in a laundry room a few week ago and now everyone else would be a disappointment.” I say it like it’s a statement of fact and not a guess.
“Frenchie, your ego is out of control,” she whispers, but she’s almost breathless.
“I have to believe it was amazing for you,” I tell her, the anonymity of the pitch-black making it easy. “Because it was amazing for me.”
She says nothing. Not a word. I reach out and find her bare stomach hanging in front of me. I touch her hips, feeling the edge of her bikini bottoms. Her breath hitches. I hear it. I’m about to pull her down and into a kiss when she hisses. “Someone is swimming this way!”
I slip under the dock with her. I reach up and grab the boards above me, right next to her, and inch a little deeper under the dock. She moves with me. We’re hanging side by side almost midway under the dock when suddenly there’s a small splash and a hand swings out inches from us. Someone giggles. It’s Audrey. She pauses in front of us. Her arm reaches out again, barely missing my stomach, and then she gives up and turns and swims away.
When I know she won’t hear the movement in the water, I move forward with my hands, then let go of the dock with my left and swing around so I’m hanging directly in front of Shay, facing her. I can make out the outline of her face and body at this close proximity. My injured wrist is starting to ache but I don’t give a fuck.
“You know all the right lines,” she says, and she sounds annoyed.
“With you there are no lines,” I tell her honestly.
“Shut the fuck up,” she hisses, but I can feel the smile in her voice.
“Make me.”
It happens so fast I don’t really know what’s going on. She swings her body forward and lets go of the dock. Her arms hit my shoulders and her legs wrap around my waist. She’s not trying to kiss me; she’s trying to drown me! She’s not heavy, but with my gimp wrist, I can’t hold us up, and we plunge under the water.
Submerged in the cold lake, I cup her ass briefly and pull her into me, knowing damn well she can feel my mostly hard dick pressed against the space between her legs, and then I bite her shoulder lightly before letting go, pushing away and breaking the water’s surface. I feel Josh’s big hand slam down on me as soon as I’m up.
“Gotcha!” he bellows.
I lunge forward and my hand makes contact with the back of Shayne’s head as she breaks the surface of the water. “Gotcha!”
“Damn it!” she bellows, and Josh and I laugh.
Chapter 9
Shayne
It’s late and everyone is finally packing up and going home. I should too. I have to work tomorrowandI need to wake up extra early so that I can take the bus, since I never did get my car to a mechanic. My eyes find Sebastian sitting across the campfire. That blonde is talking to him and he’s nodding every now and then, but his eyes are looking straight forward, over the dying flames and right at me. He winks at me. I roll my eyes at him and act annoyed, but oh my God, I want him so badly it’s making me squirm. I stand up and instantly rub my arms. It’s cold away from the warmth of the dying embers. I glance over at Audrey, who is packing up her cooler with Josh.
“Can I grab a lift home?” I ask her.
She glances up at me and smiles, her eyes sliding from me to Sebastian. “Hey, Seb! Shay needs a lift home. Can you help her out?”
“Audrey! I meant—”
“Of course!” Sebastian says easily, and he starts to stand. “That’s what friends are for!”
“Naked friends,” Audrey adds so only I can hear, and I slap the air in her general direction.
