Love in Bloom (De La Fuente Family 3)

She gave him peace, and when she smiled at him, she made him forget everything, but he found that he hated seeing that disappointed look on her face when he’d been an ass.

He loved how she called him on his behavior that morning, although he wished she hadn’t mentioned blowjobs because he sure as fuck couldn’t get the image of her on her knees in front of him out of his head. If they were ever in that position, he’d probably come within seconds.

Hearing her gasp behind him, he turned and hoped like hell he had the strength to keep his hands to himself, at least while they were in public.

Erin had walked into the cool water wearing only her panties. Why the fuck couldn’t she keep her bra on?

Panting, he clenched his fists to one side and followed her. As he approached, she turned and met his gaze. He couldn’t keep his eyes on her face even if his life depended on it. So, he let them caress down her torso and stared as the water lapped around her breasts, the nipples, hard, tight peaks in the cold water.

Thank god his waist was below the water level because he was hard enough to pound nails.

“Where,” he cleared his throat. “Where’s your bra.” His voice still didn’t sound like it belonged to him.

“I’m not exactly small.” She shrugged. “I don’t want to go without a bra once I’m dressed.”

He should have realized that.

“You’re killing me.” His eyes darkened. “I need to cool off.” With one last glance at her beautiful breasts, he dived beneath the water and swam.

He held his breath as long as he could before he resurfaced, and treading water, he turned and found Erin watching him. Was it relief he saw on her face?

Staying above the water this time, he swam back to her and just the sight had his cock back to hard and aching. “You going to swim with me?”

She shook her head, biting her bottom lip.

“You’re already in the water…come swim with me.” He smiled, but as he watched her gaze dart around the pond, he realized that something was wrong.

He moved closer, forgetting how aroused he was when his dick poked into her. He ignored it, but loved seeing the light blush on her face. “What’s up?”

She raised a brow and laughed.

He chuckled. “Apart from that,” he added.

“I’m not really a swimmer, so I’d rather stay in my depth.” She moved closer and held onto his biceps. “You always throw me out of it.”

He was losing a battle with himself over Erin. Trying to respect the age thing and the direction that their lives were heading, was gradually crumbling.

“Do you trust me?”

She met his gaze. “With my life.”

He’d just lost his heart.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, he hauled her up his body. “Wrap you legs around me.” She did and his eyes rolled at the feel of her against his cock. He swallowed, and added, “I’m going to float you on the pond.”

Erin gasped when he tipped and she floated on top of him.

At first she looked nervous and unsure, but soon she settled and relaxed against him. He just wished that he could relax.

Her hot little body was against his hard one and her breasts…he screwed his eyes tight to get his mind off her, but that didn’t work because all he could see behind his closed lids was Erin standing chilled in the water.

“Mateo,” she whispered, her voice had a husky lilt to it.

“Mmm.” He opened his eyes and watched as she ran her tongue along her lips.

“You…um…you’re hard.”

He’d laugh if he weren’t so fucking turned on. “The feel of your bare breasts against my chest…the hard nipples digging into me…your ass rubbing against the head of my dick …it’s a sensory overload.”