I run away and hide, of course.
One minute I’m standing there, half behind Reece as Lynn drawls on about how rude the hotel staff were to her in Athens, and the next, I’m slipping away up to my old bedroom.
Poof, just like that.
I close the door behind me, somehow both brimming with energy and exhausted at the same time. I glance around the room and roll my eyes, shaking my head as I smile. I’d almost have thought Lynn would’ve demolished my room by now, or turned it into storage or something. But instead, it’s still here, exactly how it was when I moved out at eighteen. There are still embarrassing posters of boy bands, bad “artsy” black and white photographs I took of leaves and gravestones and stuff. An old swimming medal hanging off the post of my bed.
I smile as I step back in time and sink back onto the bed.
So, yeah. Things got crazy. I mean, I just almost screwed a guy I’d just met in the garage, on the hood of Lynn’s Mercedes.
…And I should have.
Part of me wonders what would have happened if Martin hadn’t barged in. Would I have? Would I have let it go there, and gone completely crazy? Or would I have chickened out and run away? I want to say I’d have been bold and done the first, but I know me. There’s a good chance I’d have run.
I close my eyes, thinking about his hands on me, and the way he growled into my lips as he kissed me with more passion than I’ve ever felt. I think about the way he smelled, and how his voice makes my core tighten in anticipation. I think about those eyes, and those lips.
…I think about the thick bulge in his pants, throbbing against my pussy through my panties as he ground into me.
My breath catches as I slide my hands down my body. My teeth rake across my lip, as I tug the skirt up high. God, I’m so wet. Still. I can see the slickness of my arousal soaking into my panties, making them cling to my lips as I moan softly. I drag a finger up my slit, and when it bumps over my achingly hard clit, I whimper.
“And oh my GOD, not a single one of ‘em spoke English!”
Lynn’s voice from downstairs is like cold water being poured over my head. Instantly, the mood is soured. The fire fizzles, and I groan, rolling onto my side as I yank my skirt back down.
Fuck.
I mutter to myself, still so turned on even if I know it’s not happening right now. Not with a house full of people, or with my stepmother prattling on about people in other countries having the nerve to speak a language other than hers.
My eyes close, and I bury my face in my pillow.
And it’s dark when I open them.
I blink, looking around before I yank out my phone. Yikes. I’ve been napping for five hours. I sit up, rubbing sleep from my eyes, and realize the house is totally silent. I poke my head out into the hall, and it’s mostly dark too. The light’s off in Lynn’s room, and in Martin’s down the hall. I listen again for anything, but I don’t hear a thing.
Slowly, I close the door. I stretch, my body aching from sleeping in a weird position. And suddenly, a thought hits me, and I grin.
Oh hell yes.
It’s hot tub time.
Lynn had one installed on the back deck around the side of the house a few years back. And it just might be the one thing I enjoy about coming back here. I whip my bikini out of my bag and slip out of my clothes, tying it on and grabbing a towel to wrap around myself. I skip downstairs, pulse racing like I’m a teenager again about to sneak out of the house or something. I slip my feet into my boots, open the back door, and gasp at the blast of cold air.
This hot tub better turn on quick.
My breath catches on every step as I stomp through the snowy backyard around the side of the house. It’s gorgeous out here, everything white and crystalline, the big almost full moon turning everything to a soft white glow. I hug the towel around myself, gasping at the wintry winds that blow up under it.
I catch a glimpse of steam rising from around the corner of the house, and my heart jumps.
Perfect. Someone was using it earlier and didn’t turn it off. Which means no waiting around in the freezing fucking cold waiting for it to—
Suddenly, I freeze. Because suddenly, I realize no one forgot to turn it off.
Because they’re still in it.
I’m about to swear and turn around and head back, when I stop. I squint, moving a few steps closer before my core tightens and my pulse quickens.