“Oh, my goodness, did you see that?” she runs to me dripping wet, hair a mess and skin rosy from happiness. God, she is beautiful.
“I did. You had fun.” I say moving a wet piece of hair out of her face.
“So much fun. Why didn’t you join me?”
“I don’t know. I meant to but then I got caught up watching you.”
“Oh.” How in the hell can she still blush? How did she make it to nineteen and be un-jaded and cynical? “Well, I am going to dry off and change. I am starving.” she says before walking away from into the changing room. My feet are compelled to follow her, I need to see her naked and exposed, but when I see her stripped and bare, she will be laying before me like an offering. Nope, better stay here.
I feel my pocket buzzing and I pull my phone out. A call is coming through along with a text. “Hello.” I answer without hiding the annoyance at it being my father.
“Son. Your mother tells me you have finally become the cliche.” he half admonishes and scolds at the same time.
“It would be cliche if she was my mistress. She is going to be my wife as I have told my mother. Now, how can I help you?” I shake my head at how something never changes. You would think they would be proud having a son in my position, but alas, nothing ever satisfies them, which is why I stopped trying when I was still a teenager.
“Wife! I don’t think so. Who is this girl? Definitely not worthy of the Cochran name. What happened to the list of names I gave…”?
“ENOUGH!” I yell into the phone hoping she cannot hear me in the locker room. “That is enough. I will not allow you to speak of her in that way. She may not be from some rich family, but she is worth a hundred of you. If you so much as sneeze in her direction I will fucking change my last name to hers and never speak to you again. Now if you excuse me, my future is waiting.” Fuck! If I am dreading anything it is her having to have anything to do with my family at all. Well, except for my sister Alaina. She is a gem and I know when she meets my girl, they will be instant friends. Actually, I think I will call her and invite her for dinner this week.
“I’m ready.” she says standing in front of me, fresh faced and wet. I growl when my eyes see her shirt is still wet and her nipples are seen through the shirt.
“Where the fuck is your bra, baby?” she looks confused long enough to look down and then back at me.
“Oh. I didn’t wear one.” at least she looks mortified.
“Shit. Do you have a sweater or something? Fuck it. Here.” I pull off my shirt and hand it to her. Her eyes droop when she sees my chest and then some kind of fire lights inside of her.
“No. Put that back on. I don’t want women looking at you like that.” when she covers her mouth, I know she didn’t mean to show her hand, but it's too late and now, I know.
“I see. Well then, we are going to stay here indefinitely because that is a fucking no. The only one who gets to see these, is me.” my thumb rubs over both of them, watching as they bead and tighten. She inhales and moans in the back of her throat, but when she bites her lip and licks it, I lose it. “Fuck! Cross your arms and let’s go.” I am done with the games.
Pulling up to the mansion neither of us speak. The door closes behind us and I turn only to have my phone go off in my pocket. Shit. I forgot to check my phone. Looking up at her, I pull it from my pocket and watch as she walks into the kitchen. Where the fuck did she get that plump ass?
William: Call me. 911
William: Seriously now is not the time for you to ignore your texts.
William: if you don’t call me by 4:30p I am coming over.
What the hell? It’s 4:25p. I dial his number so I can get this over with and get to my girl.
“Where the hell have you been?” he says as soon as he picks up. I am startled for a second because he never talks to me like this, but now I know it is serious.
“What’s wrong?”
“I wasn’t able to get you out of the benefit tonight for the Children's Hospital.”
“Why the hell not?”
“The Vice President is going to be there, and he specifically requested to talk to you about your initiative for foster care kids.” Fuck. Out of all of the causes I champion for, foster care youth is the one closest to me. If the Vice President of the United States wants to talk about it, there is no way I can skip it.