“You go down. I’ll be a minute.” My eyes find my towel. I hope she doesn’t grab it because it’s the only one I brought up here. And unlike Tenley, I’m not wearing a suit. I hadn’t expected her to join me.
“I can wait for you.” I shake my head. “You’re not wearing a suit, are you?”
“No. I’m not.”
“Yeah I didn’t feel any fabric when our thighs brushed,” she notes. “And I thought I saw underwear in the heap at the foot of your bed when I walked by.”
“What are you? Olivia Benson?” I quip, trying to fight off my embarrassment with jokes.
"I wish. That woman is my hero." Tenley's tone is serious. "I do have a minor in criminology."
“Of course you do.” I sigh. “Leave the towel. Meet you downstairs.”
She smiles but doesn’t move. God damnit. “You know you’re out of your league with me, right?”
“Excuse me?”
She tilts her head and water droplets tumble to the decking from the wet ends of her hair. "I'm sure you've got more notches in your belt and everything, but I bet it's all missionary, vanilla-type sex. You don't take risks. You follow rules. You see sex as a transaction. You fuck, you win."
She reaches up behind her head and before I can respond, the tiny triangles of her bathing suit top fall down. Her pert, round breasts are exposed. Her nipples harden in the cool night air before my very eyes. My dick stirs.
“Who have you been fucking to get your mojo?” she asks.
“I have a bed buddy. I had one. It was mutually exclusive but also mutually casual,” I grunt out because speaking is now really difficult. All I want to do is stare at her body. I watch her hands go to her bottoms and her thumbs hook into the waistband. “But we fizzled out months ago. And now… I can’t be with someone else.”
“So… fuck your wife.” She pushes her bikini bottoms down her thighs and gravity takes the fabric to her ankles.
Tenley Garrison is wet and naked, with nothing but moonlight dancing on her skin, and I am harder than my hockey stick looking at her. She is the most fuckable thing I have ever seen in my entire life.
“Jesus Christ, Tenley Garrison…” I hiss and leap from the tub, water swooshing violently as I do. My feet land on the rooftop with a wet splat and I immediately grab the towel and wrap it around her. Now we’re pressed together with nothing but the terrycloth between our wet bodies. I look down at her and she looks up at me and it would take one tiny tilt of my head and an inch and a half of movement to bring our lips together but… that would be insane. “I don’t want the neighbors to see you.”
“Can they?” Her eyes leave my face and dart around.
“I don’t think so but there’s a chance,” I reply. “And I’m not taking a chance with you.”
That statement hangs heavy between us. She looks up at me with those impossibly blue eyes, as stubborn as ever. “I take risks, remember? Unlike you.”
She steps back, out of the towel, and walks slowly toward the stairs, like she hasn’t a single care in the whole damn world. And I can do nothing but admire her perfect, round, bare ass. The towel is still resting against my front and my very hard cock is tenting it. She climbs down the stairs, glancing over at the very last second, her eyes landing right on my dick. “You better not take care of that up here, alone. At least do it where I can see.”
Is she serious…? She smiles. Her hand slides down her taut, bare tummy, right to her… “I dare you.”
Did that just leave my mouth? I just uttered the words that are her infernal catchphrase. She pauses. She's far enough down the stairs that I can't see most of her legs, but I can see where they meet. And I watch her hand as it explores. Her eyelashes flutter and she bites her bottom lip and makes a panting sound and…
The next thing I know I’m storming toward the stairs. She scurries down the rest of them and I follow. I catch her arm as she passes the foot of my bed and spin her to me. I don’t know where the towel is. I must have left it on the roof. So now we’re both naked, a foot apart, dripping water and lust onto the barn wood floor.
“I’m sorry but did you not just dare me to touch myself in front of you?”
“I did.”
“And now you’re mad that I did it?” she questions. “Like I would ever chicken out on a dare from anyone, let alone you.”
“We’re going to make this so much worse if we do this.”
She shrugs. “Or we make it tolerable.”
She pulls her arm free from me but she doesn’t move away. She moves closer and puts the palm of her left hand flat on my chest. “Look, we both admit we find each other hot. We’re both familiar with the bed buddy model. And we both can’t fuck other people at the moment, but we both want to fuck.”
“Stop saying fuck, it’s making my cock throb.”
