Rough Stuff (The Untouchables MC 3)

But with this girl, I did.

I wanted to lick every inch of her.

And tonight, I decided, I would.

The pool was nearly empty on a weekday, with just one family with a couple of kids. They went inside as the day wore on, for nap time, I supposed. That was my cue. I didn’t want to scare the kids with the hose beast in my swim trunks.

I waited until Kelly was facing away and took a running leap into the pool. I was a big guy, and I made a really big cannonball. The cold water had a shocking effect on my body, but it wasn’t enough to tame the beast.

It did help a little bit though.

I said a silent thanks that the pool was unheated.

When I came up, Kelly was drenched and sputtering. Whoops. Maybe that splash was bigger than I meant it to be. I grinned sheepishly.

“Sorry.”

She smiled innocently.

“No problem at all.”

And then she let me have it. She made an angle with one arm and splashed ferociously with the other. The water hit my face, and I growled, splashing her back just as vigorously.

I walked toward her through the water, never letting up until I was right on her. Then I lifted her right out of the water and kissed her. Hard.

Right before I threw her in the deep end.

Kelly came up squealing and yelling at me. I just grinned. She’d gone nearly eight feet and she was pissed.

“You are surprisingly aerodynamic.” My smiled widened. “Considering all those curves.”

Her jaw dropped and the fight was back on. Over and over, we would try and out-splash each other. I would win and then I would throw her in the air. Finally, she threw her arms around me and wouldn’t let go.

“I guess the battle is over.”

She kissed me and then lifted her face to stare up at me.

“But who won?”

I gave her a stern look.

“I did, of course.”

“Harrumph. Are you so sure about that?”

I scooped her up and carried her to the lounge seats, just in time for a waiter to appear with lunch menus. I watched her order a bottle of champagne along with a salad, minus half the ingredients but with extras on the side. I was smiling the whole damn time.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had so much fun.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had any fun.

I didn’t do fun. Not even as a kid. I’d always been serious, with a sick mom and a dad who’d never made it back from war. I was proud of him, but it was hard. I’d never played at anything but sports. Things had been too hard to let go and just be a kid.

But Kelly brought it out of me somehow. I didn’t know how she could make me feel off the charts horny and serious and worried and happy all at once, but she did.

FYI: You are in deep fucking trouble, Cain.

The craziest part was, I knew it. I should have been terrified but I wasn’t. I was in deep and I didn’t even care.

Chapter Fourteen

Kelly

I yawned as Cain turned on the shower. He gave me a look over his shoulder.

“Ready for bed?”

I blushed, wondering if he was planning on showering together. The sun and fun at the pool today had wiped me out. But I still wanted him.

And I knew he’d been waiting all day to make sure I wouldn’t be sore.

The big, bad ass biker was worried about my pussy.

I squirmed a bit at the thought, heat suddenly pooling between my thighs. He pulled his T-shirt over his head and the restless feelings intensified.

So, I guess I was taking a shower with Cain.

That was going to be . . . interesting. It was different from fooling around, which started with your clothes on. This time, we would just be naked. Together. With the lights on.

I felt more than a little shy when he turned and caught me staring. He pulled me closer and started pulling my clothes off. I shivered deliciously as the wet bathing suit top pulled away from my damp chest. My nipples puckered in the air, momentarily distracting Cain. He grunted and ran his calloused thumb over one puckered tip, making me moan. Then he reached for my bathing suit bottom.

I closed my eyes as he tugged my still-damp bathing suit to the floor. I lifted one foot when he touched it, then the other. And there I was. Bare ass naked, under bright lights, with the most physically flawless man I’d ever seen in my life staring at me.

Moments passed. I was being a coward, I knew. Finally, I opened my eyes.

What I saw took my breath away.

Cain was staring at me. Yes. But he wasn’t inspecting me for faults, as I’d feared.

He was staring at my face with a look not unlike awe in his gorgeous, ice-blue eyes. There was nothing lewd about it. He was in awe of . . . me?