Her eyes dart around the room. I watch somewhat fascinated that I’ve been inside her almost every night, took her virginity, and yet she still hesitates to trust me. I’ll have to work on that. Because much like all things with her, I need her trust.
I let it go for the moment and take her hand, walking like a regular couple down the stairs, ignoring all the stunned, bearded, tatted-up brothers who are playing pool.
As we walk outside, Amy has turned on the sound system and Frank Sinatra’s smooth voice sings “My Way.” Amy has a thing for Sinatra. Personally I like the Sid Vicious version, but I bow to Amy and her choices when it comes to the running of the house. I had to apologize three times and swear no matter how frustrated I get, I will never throw anything again in her kitchen. I also had Ryder buy her a gift certificate to a spa day at Burke Williams.
“Okay, Angel, we’re going to start by learning how to float. If you can float you can…” Her big blue eyes stare down at the turquoise water.
It’s impossible not to grin. She is adorable in her neediness as she holds my hand tighter. “Did you ever see that movie Jaws?”
“Of course.”
She nods and licks her lips. “It was always on cable when I was a kid.”
I start laughing. “Are you worried Jaws is going to come out of the drain?”
Her big eyes pop to mine. “That’s crazy, right?”
And I can’t help but pull her into my arms and kiss her lips and nose.
“I’ll protect you. Now let’s do this.” As I dive into the pool, knowingly splashing her, she lets out a squeal. She gracefully walks down the steps like a fucking swimsuit model then stops when she’s at the last step. I stand up and go to her, my dick completely ready to fuck not teach. I scrub my hands up and down my face and hold my hand out for her. She takes it and I slowly bring her to me. The cool water cascades around us like a caress. Her legs wrap around me as she fits her pussy on top of my cock.
I smile. “Baby, you have to let me breathe.”
Her breath is at my ear and its sharp and sweet. My hands travel up her ass to her hair and pull it back. “Look at me, Eve.” Her blue eyes lock on mine. “I will not let anything happen to you.” Her eyes search my face and she exhales, her whole body relaxing against mine.
“Are you ready to learn how to float? Because if you can float you can save yourself.”
“I am.” She smiles, showing me that dimple, and I pull her lips to mine. “I want to untie those strings and fuck you in this water.” Instead I detach her hands and place them under her. Lifting her up, I say, “Now relax and breathe, and gently become one with the water.
“O-kay, you aren’t going to let go, right?” She lifts her head and starts to sink.
“Eve, knock it off. I’ll never let you go,” I snap.
Her eyes find mine and she slowly relaxes back into the water, her head up and my hands lightly on the small of her back. “Close your eyes.” She does and I grin as she starts to float.
“That’s good, Angel. You’re doing it.” My praise makes her lips twitch. “Relax. Forget I’m here.”
She exhales. “I can never forget you are here.” I lower my hands and watch as her body embraces the water like she was born for it. And my chest almost hurts. I am connected with her and I’m not even inside her. This is not how I should be feeling and I frown at my thoughts.
Someone coughs, causing Eve to pop her eyes open and promptly sink. I reach for her and she wraps her arms around my neck. We both look over at Edge who stands with a pitcher of margaritas and three glasses.
“You guys ready? Amy said enjoy them now.” He sets the glasses on the table and pours himself one from the pitcher. I sigh and reluctantly walk us over to the stairs although I should be grateful he’s here. Otherwise God only knows what I would have said or done. I motion for Edge to hand me mine. I don’t need him seeing my hard-on. Eve is busy making sure her bikini is in place—smart girl—and walks up the steps. As she emerges like a mermaid, her skin glistening as water trails down her toned limbs, I stare. Unfortunately so does Edge.
He averts his eyes as he pours her a drink and hands it to her. “So, can you swim yet?”
“Um… well not yet. I’m learning to float.” She reaches for a towel and flops down onto a cushioned seat under the red umbrella. “I did it though, right Jason?”