“One, two . . .” I jump and she screams. We hit the water, and I let go so we can swim to the surface. Once I’m up, I wipe the water off my face and push my hair back. She comes up just about two feet from me. I start laughing when she flips me off, and she swims a bit closer.
“You are an asshole.” She leaps at me, pushing on my shoulders, and son of a bitch, she’s strong. I go under and laugh again when I hit the surface. She’s laughing so I splash her. We both start splashing each other, and for the first time in a long time, I feel carefree. “Wait, wait.” I stop and look at her. She’s fixing her shirt that has fallen down, showing off her strapless white bra. Luckily for me, that does nothing to conceal her harden nipples. I smile and swim closer to her.
“Need help?” She rolls her eyes but takes my hand and adjusts her shirt with the other. We are both kicking to stay afloat, so once she fixes her shirt, I pull her to me. She wraps her arms around my neck, and if my dick could smile, it would be.
“What if I couldn’t swim?” She giggles, and I wipe the water running down her face with my thumb.
“Then I would have saved you.” Once again, we are staring into each other’s eyes, but this time, I notice she licks her lips. Holy shit, I need to taste her. I pull her even closer so she has to wrap her legs around me and I hold onto her ass. Having Kallie wrapped around me like this is so hot, but having her wet and flushed with desire is fucking explosive. I trace her bottom lip with my thumb, and she sucks in a breath. Fuck this. I start to lean forward . . .
“What the fuck are you two doing?” Kallie drops her legs and looks at me with wide eyes. Fucking Blake. I’m go
ing to kill this asshole for ruining this moment. I was this fucking close to finally tasting her. I turn my head, and he sits down in the chair and lights a cigarette.
“We are swimming, asshole. What the fuck are you doing?” He lifts his shoulders and takes a drag.
“Smoking.” Yep, I’m going to kick his ass. “Hey, you want to go to the bar tonight?” At this point, Kallie is almost to the stairs, so I swim to the side and hop out. I go over to the tote where we have towels and get one for both of us. I hand her one when she gets out because I’m sure she doesn’t want Blake checking out her tits.
“Thank you.” She wraps herself in it and smiles at me before looking at the ground. “I should probably go. I need to change, and I have dinner plans with Braden tonight.” I lift up her chin, making her look at me.
“You don’t need to leave. Blake is just being his asshole self.” She searches my eyes and smiles again.
“No, that’s not it. I just need to get ready.” Once again, right when things start to feel intimate, she pushes away. “Thank you.” She pushes up on her toes and kisses my cheek. Fuck, I want to pull her into my room and take these wet clothes off her.
“For what?” She tucks the towel around herself and crosses her arms.
“For making me smile and laugh. For getting my mind off shit, even if only for a few minutes.” I pull her into a hug, and she doesn’t resist. She actually melts into my arms.
“You can stay, Kallie.” Damn it, please stay. She sighs and pulls away.
“Not today. I’ll text you later.” She grabs her purse, says hi to Blake, and walks to the door. “Oh, by the way, I’m taking this towel.” She winks at me and walks into the house. Fucking hell. Not only would she have let me kiss her, but she’s flirting. I smile and sit down next to Blake.
“Blake, fuck you. You are an asshole and you know it.” He sips his water and smiles at me.
“I know, but I’m just looking out for you.”
“I don’t know how to make you understand this, but Kallie is what I want. Either support it or stay the fuck out of it. I’m not asking you, I’m telling you.” He pulls his shirt over his head, rolls it up, and puts it behind his head.
“Got it.” I look over at him and he has his eyes closed, letting the sun beat down on him.
“Good. By the way, I’m having a surprise party here for Kallie next weekend.” He cracks open his eyes and looks at me.
“Am I invited?” Fucking idiot. This is why I can’t stay mad at this asshole. I laugh and slap his shoulder as I stand up.
“You’re invited.” I start walking to the house to get some shit done, and he is talking a mile a minute asking me how many hot chicks are going to be there. Unfuckingreal.
The last week has been fairly normal. I worked, either hung out with Kallie or Blake, slept, and did it all over again. I did also invite the people I was supposed to and got in touch with Shannon and Brinley about the cover shoot. Kallie called me all excited, and I just smiled through the whole conversation. Braden and Sarah took care of all the decorations, because let’s be honest here, I don’t do decorations. I ordered all the food from this awesome catering service, so my work is done. Actually, my work is just beginning because I’m getting ready to head over to Kallie’s for the shoot. She has an assistant with her today that Shannon sent over to make it look more real. She is just starting out, and Shannon thought this would be great practice for her since it’s actually not a real shoot. Kallie told me last night she was a little nervous to be working with someone because she is so used to doing things her way, but I told her to just roll with it. That, of course, wasn’t the advice she was looking for.
I head out to the living room and see Blake lying on the couch in his boxers. “Dude, put some fucking clothes on. Kallie’s family is going to be here in a little bit; they don’t need to see your dick.” He laughs and grabs himself. I just shake my head and go into the kitchen. I grab a bottle of water, look out back to make sure everything is good, and start running the list through my head. The caterers will bring the food and set everything up in about three hours, Braden and his family will be here in an hour to start setting up, and people are supposed to be here in about two and a half hours. It’s plenty of time for the shoot and keeping her away. She thinks we are coming back here for one of Blake’s parties, so she won’t question all the cars.
“Jax?” I turn to Blake and he’s leaning on the doorway. “I’m sorry I’ve been such an asshole. I just don’t want to see you get hurt the way Brody did, alright. I mean, I see you doing all this shit for her, for a girl you’ve never even seen naked. I guess I can see you really do have feelings for her. So, I’m sorry, and I won’t talk shit anymore, I won’t interrupt you when you are swimming, and I’ll support you. I just don’t want to lose you as my friend. We’ve been through too much shit together.” I grin and go over and we give each other a quick hug.
“Thanks, brother. I know you don’t understand it, shit, I don’t either, but your support is all I’m asking for. Now please for the love of God, go put some clothes on and throw those holey, nasty boxers away.” He flips me off and smiles.
“I’m not throwing these away, they are comfortable.”
“They have rips in them, and your dick is going to fall out.” He laughs and walks down the hall.
“Makes later that much easier.”