Hard Fall (Trophy Boyfriends 2)

Once she’s submerged and plops the bath bomb into the water, I turn around to join her, bringing the wine glasses along with me.

She takes a dainty sip, her best parts still visible in the water.

The bomb fizzes and the water gets cloudy—but not nearly enough to conceal her tits or the V between her thighs.

Don’t stare.

Don’t stare.

“Ugh, this feels amazing. I don’t have a tub at my place. I mean, I do, but not in my bathroom, and the guest tub is the size of a Tic Tac.”

It pleases me that she’s happy.

Her eyes slide shut as she sips from her glass, making tiny slurping sounds as she does it. “Mmm.” Hollis cracks an eyelid. “Why is this bathtub so huge?”

“‘Cause I’m huge.”

“Do you ever sit in it?”

“Yeah, sometimes. I have to soak my muscles.”

She assesses me for a bit. “How was your game today? I never asked.”

“We won.”

“What was the score?”

“Eleven to ten.”

Her lips release a low whistle. “That’s a close one.”

“It was a real nail-biter.”

“What time did you get there?”

“Eh, end of the first inning. No one missed me.” I pause. “Getting back into the stadium was a real shitshow, though. I didn’t have any ID on me because who the fuck carries their wallet in their baseball uniform?”

“Didn’t Karl recognize you?”

“It was some other guy—he just assumed I was a doppelgänger tryin’ to lie my way inside. Can you imagine what a clusterfuck it would have been if they hadn’t let me in?” I laugh.

She laughs. “My dad would have killed you.”

“Well, I’ll tell you, Coach about had a coronary. He nearly stroked out when I walked out just before being up in the lineup and I got my ass chewed out when I got back.”

That’s an understatement. I got fined twenty thousand dollars, too—not that I’m going to tell Hollis that. She’d be horrified.

“Sounds like you had a rough day, too.”

I did, but, “No one tried to rob me.”

One of her toes peeks out of the water. “Are you sore?”

I am. “Kind of.”

“If I let you join me, can you behave yourself?”

Is she out of her mind? “No.”

Hollis laughs, and her tits rise and fall beneath the water’s surface. “I can’t fault you for your honesty, can I?”

“Nope.” I’m already shucking off my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. Flexing for her to get a laugh before moving on to my bottoms. “Close your eyes—no peeking.”

She puts a hand over her eyes, spying through her fingers.

Then,

I’m naked.

Hollis makes room so I can settle into the water opposite her, my ass finding space next to her legs. They’re smooth and I have to touch them almost immediately, before I even get comfortable.

Can’t keep my hands off.

The water rises several inches, causing Hollis’s boobs to sink below the surface.

Dammit!

We each make room for one another, eventually finding positions where we’re not scrunched up. My knees are slightly bent, which is nothing new. I’m too tall for any bathtub, and when you add a girl into the mix, someone will be sitting here like a pretzel, and it’s inevitably me.

Worth it.

“Want to add another bath bomb?” I want to partake in the tub froth, too. Why should she have all the fun?

“Mmm, not really? Is that okay? I feel like I’m one bath bomb away from a yeast infection.” She mimics a laugh, cringing. “But for real. Yikesss.”

Okay, so no to more fizzle fun. “Roger Dodger. I’d rather give you a UTI from too much sex than a yeast infection from soap.” I cough when she doesn’t laugh, dipping my head below the surface to avoid her bemused expression.

Count to three and pop back up to the sound of her voice saying, “I’ve had a urinary tract infection before and let me tell you—”

I disappear again below the water, blowing bubbles out of my nostrils.

I hear clearly enough to understand, “Oh my god, why are you like this?”

“The effervescence makes me cray.”

She rolls her eyes, but her toe toys with my left glut—enough flirting to get me excited. “You and your effervescence are going to get you in trouble.”

We both sip from our wine glasses, eyeballing each other above the rims.

“How are your parents?” she finally asks. “They came down for the game last week, yes?”

I nod. “They did, then we all went to dinner. My brother and sister, too.”

Hollis’s brows go up. “Dang. Your mom wanted me to meet the whole family, eh? Your sister? Sisters are…scary sometimes.”

I shake my head. “Nah, True is the shit. She’s like me, but a girl.”

“Y’all went to dinner?”

Y’all?

My ears perk up—she sounded Southern just then, and I get hard for Southern accents from time to time. Maybe she’d be into role-playing and pretending she was from Georgia or some shit.

“Yeah, w’all went to dinner.” Sip from my wine glass, taking it slow because I can see the bottom and didn’t think to bring the bottle into the bathroom. “Your name came up.”