Heartburn (Love By Design 3)

“What? Where are we going?” Our feet shuffled in opposite directions moving us like weeble-wobbles.

“Stop looking at me suspiciously. I just want to take a walk away from everyone right now.”

She paused forcing me to stop. “Is that all?”

“Yeah.” I nodded as her arms crossed over her chest like she was bracing for another argument. That was the last thing on my mind.

“Really?”

I drawled, “Maybe not.”

“Uh huh.”

So I lead in with a random statement she has no idea if I’m prepared to act on or not. “How do you feel about pool sex?” I realized by itself it’s a jarring question. I hedged that she’s never been asked before and that’s fine by me. Better even in my current growly mood.

“Like in a pool?”

“No, in the shower.” I joked.

She stepped closer, her finger tips rested over my lips as her head twisted to scan the area before seriously whispering, “I didn’t bring a suit down here.”

I winked and leaned in close whispering back, “Neither did I.”

Her eyes narrowed, perhaps a bit suspiciously which I deserved. I kissed her nose.

“Cheeky.” She said and I guided her through a set of doors into the darkened pool area. We were finally alone away from the chaos of my friends and the hang ups of them hawking our every move. They might have joked called Lia jailbait and maybe they weren’t far off but I didn’t give a damn. We were here to celebrate Hunter and Taylor, not get caught up in the rest of their drama.

“I’ll show you mine if I can I see yours.” I pulled her close and lifted her short little dress up and off her body. She’s wearing a lace bra and panty set that remind me of a lightly frosted cake, barely there, and good enough to eat. Her brand new tattoo is covered up and I know she isn’t supposed to swim but I’m also hoping it secretly washes off like a temporary one so her mother doesn’t kill me because she will see it one day.

She shivered wrapping her arms around her covered breasts. I pull them open and placed them around my neck as I kissed her bare shoulder getting a whiff of her unique scent that turned me on ravenously.

She pushed back, “I don’t think we’re supposed to be down here after hours.”

I don’t answer the obvious question, instead I hooked my fingers in her panties tugging them down. I tossed them to the side out of reach.

“Definitely not, but where’s the fun in that?” I took off my t-shirt and got rid of the jeans leaving my boxers on so she didn’t have a major freak out. And here I thought I was the grumpy old man here.

Her arms covered her breasts again and goose bumps peppered her skin. “Whit… I thought you followed all the rules.”

I rubbed her skin warming her up. It worked when she hugged around my middle resting her head on my chest.

“Hush. Can’t I kiss my girlfriend and make out with her?”

“Proceed.” She smirked and I took that as my cue to keep going. I kissed her mouth until her lips plumped and I tasted the shots of alcohol she snuck with the girls. It’s a tart taste mixed with her sweetness.

I tweaked her nose.

“Naughty. Underage drinking.”

“I have a few months until I’m twenty-one.”

“Still.” I chastised her spanking her butt lightly earning me a squeal. She covered her ass freeing her breasts to bounce prettily.

“Whit!”

“Amelia Rae!” We laughed and I continued to kiss her walking her toward the edge of the pool slowly so she knew where I was directing her to go.

Her hands pressed my chest stopping me.