Page 92 of Bad Run

Wiping the water off my face, I narrow my eyes at her. “You’ve done it now.”

“Done what?” She leans back on her hands and smirks at me.

I dive forward, grip her around her waist, and tug.

Gwen screams, “Ohmigod, don’t you dare.”

“I dare, Wife.” She fights me as I pull her closer to the edge. In a quick move, I wrap my arms around her lower back and haul her flush against my chest, soaking her sweatshirt.

“Don’t do it, Lance.” Her toes skim the water as I lift her up, but somehow the spider monkey jumps and wraps her legs around my torso and her arms around my neck. Her breasts press into my face, and her hot pussy burns my chest as she holds on tight. Like a horny teenager, I pop a full-on boner at having her in my arms.

Fuck.

I think my dick needs another cold reminder to calm the hell down.

“You know I can fall back and take us both under water, right?” I ask, placing my hands under her butt and taking a step back, deeper into the middle of the pool.

Her short nails dig into the back of my head as she looks down at me in terror. “Please don’t dunk me. It takes forever to dry my hair.”

The last thing I want to do is make Gwen’s life harder. I want to take care of her. Make her want me like she did that night. Break down her walls and burrow my way under her skin, like she did mine.

“Can’t have you wasting time on your hair before work.” With her still wrapped around my body, I make my way to the pool steps and climb out of the water.

She cups my scruffy cheeks in her palms. “Thank you.”

The relieved look on her face is like a gut punch. Has no one ever put her needs first?

“You’re welcome.” The overwhelming desire to keep her in my arms has me walking to the small deck that sits outside the master bedroom, just to hold her for a minute longer. “You should get dressed; breakfast is on the way.”

“You ordered food?”

I nod, stopping beside the small, bistro-style table and chairs that I use for reading. “I wanted your first morning here to be special.”

“That’s so sweet. Thank you.” She unfolds her legs from around my chest and slides down my body and the length of my stiff cock. The bastard has completely forgotten about the cold pool and is hot and ready to go.

“Is that …?” Gwen gasps, her eyes comically wide. She’s frozen on the spot, and my cock stays hard and pressed against her stomach.

“Sorry. Kind of has a mind of his own right now.” I wince, a touch embarrassed that I can’t control myself when I’m around her.

“How … how is that possible?” She stutters, glancing down and pointing at my crotch.

“My understanding is that, when aroused, the increased blood flow raises the staff, so to speak.” I chuckle.

She rolls her eyes at me. “I know how erections work. I just want to know why you have one right now.”

Can I just point out that she still hasn’t stepped back and has my cock pressed against her body, only six inches away from her perky and fuckable tits?

“You’re kidding, right?” I scoff. I tick off one finger at a time. “You’re hot as fuck. You’re wearing my sweatshirt. I know what it feels like to be inside you. To kiss you. Taste you. And my dick is still touching you. What do you expect? Of course I’m going to be hard.”

For you. But I keep that part to myself.

Gwen jumps back, covering her face with her hands. “Ohmigod. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it.” I reach for the towel draped over the chair, run it over my body, and tie it around my waist. I pry Gwen’s hands from her face. “You can look now; I covered it up.”

Sort of.

She peeks down and then barks a laugh. “That is not covered up.”