“Can’t let a guy have a bloody moment to relish the compliment?”
“No.” She floats her legs up so her toes peek out of the water. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” I say.
“Have you ever had a sex dream about me?”
“Jesus.” I nearly choke on my own saliva, making her laugh. “Where the hell did that come from? I thought we were keeping this PG-13.”
“That’s PG-13.”
“I don’t know about that. Feels really R-rated.”
“Grow up, it’s not.”
I laugh. “Did you just tell me to grow up?”
“I did, now stop stalling and answer the question.”
“Fine.” I think on it. Have I ever had a sex dream about her? Well, do the Brits love their tea? I think the answer is obvious. “I have. It was last night and you were in that bathing suit, walkingaround, tempting me until you sat on my lap and started dry humping me. However, unfortunately, when I woke up, I was dry humping my mattress and it wasn’t the same at all. Are you happy with that answer? Because it’s probably going to happen again tonight given how thin that bathing suit is and how you came with no cover-up.”
She smirks. “Why would I need a cover-up? You have eyes—be a gentleman and refrain from looking. I’m not the problem, you are.”
“I’m well aware I’m the problem; so is my dick.”
She chuckles. “I’m glad you can be so self-aware.”
“Just here to serve, my lady.” It’s my turn to circle her. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” she answers.
Seeing that she stepped this game up a notch, I decide to do the same. “Get out of the water and pose on that rock as if you’re taking a picture for a dirty website. Obviously keep the bathing suit on.”
“You’re serious?” she asks, both brows raised.
“Yeah, love. I am. I had to tell you about my dream, now it’s your turn to pay up. Don’t play if you can’t keep up.”
Her nostrils flare ever so lightly, but then she swims over to the embankment, hoists herself out of the water, and walks over to the rock, staring at it for a moment as water drips down her arms and legs. Her bathing suit is clinging to every inch of her body, not offering an ounce of support. It’s only acting as a second skin.
Jesus fuck, this is what I’ll be dreaming about tonight. No question.
She sits down on the rock sideways, stretches one hand behind her, lifts her chest, her nipples hard as stone, and then tilts her head back, letting her back arch.
Fucking…
Hell.
She holds it for a few seconds and then tilts her head to look at me. “Satisfied?”
I gulp. “Very,” I answer in a squeaky voice.
Then, to my chagrin, she moves over to the rope and plummets back underwater.
When she resurfaces, she asks, “Truth or dare?”
If I say dare, she’s probably going to make me do the same thing, and right about now, I think I need to stay underwater, given how excited I was about that last dare. So I go with the other.
“Truth,” I answer.
