Sun-Kissed (Love In All Seasons 1)

The other ladies start squealing, all women I've known for a long time.

And I squeal too.

Because heck, I'm on spring break in Miami. If there was ever a time to just have fun and let go, this is it.

"I'm so glad you're here, Dottie," Lexi says, squeezing my hand. "I know this isn't your scene but it means so much to have you by my side."

I pull her in for a quick hug, then kiss her cheek. "I'm so happy to be here too." When I step away, I know what I need to do. I can be fun Dottie today. Why shouldn't I be crazy Dottie for once in my life? It's time to just go for it. "I think we should get wasted tonight," I tell Lexi. "Like, right now."

Lexi drops her jaw and so do the other ladies. "Did you just suggest body shots?" Lexi asks.

I laugh, rolling my eyes. "I did not say body shots. I said wasted. As in several drinks. Like, we could start with margaritas. Let's work our way up to body shots."

I know my offer means a lot to Lexi because she smiles broadly, telling me again that she's so glad I'm here. The waitress comes over and we order a round of margaritas on the rocks. Then we set down our bags, take off our shoes and cover ups, and slip into the pool.

We're only in the water for a moment before I look over and see a man staring at me. He's smiling with his arms crossed, a smirk on his face. A look that says he has plans I don't understand yet. He is tall, ripped, and the kind of man that could make a woman forget herself. Forget everything.

One look at him gets me hot in a way I've never experienced.

My nipples are hard and I feel myself clenching my pussy, longing for things I don't exactly understand.

But want to know.

I may have said I was going to get wasted today... but maybe I’ll start with throwing caution to the wind.

It's time.

"Here you go, Dottie," Lexi says, handing me a cup rimmed in salt.

"Thanks, babe," I tell her, lifting my glass for a group toast, "To Lexi and Andy!”

There are tons of flotation devices in the pool: donuts and pizza slices and flamingos. Lexi and some of the other girls jump on them and float to the center of the pool, trying to keep their drinks from sloshing.

I stay behind, liking this corner of the pool. From this vantage point, I'm in the shade and since I have a thing about getting sunburned, this feels like a better spot than front and center. Lexi and her caramel skin soak up the sun like there's no tomorrow. But for me and my fair complexion? I go from alabaster to lobster in about twelve minutes flat. Doesn't matter what kind of SPF I'm using, my skin is allergic to the sun.

So, I'm going to sit here on this step and enjoy the breeze from the ocean. It's a gorgeous view, bright turquoise water, miles of white sand, dozens of boats and jet skis crisscrossing the waves. Everything about this place screams sexy and fun. And money. I can’t believe Lexi found herself a husband with so much disposable income. I don’t need this kind of luxury every day—but occasionally, it’s fun to enjoy this decadence.

I need more of this my life—not the decadence—the uninhibited fun. Looking around this cabana I see so many people laughing and drinking and kissing. The couple to my right is more than kissing, actually, in fact, I swear that they are...

I swallow. Is that his... hmmm. Okay, yes, certainly more than kissing. She's rubbing him up and down. Not wanting to awkwardly watch them, I leisurely move through the water, under a bridge, to a more private location of the pool—a location that that couple probably should have headed but chose not to.

This pool is massive, it's like eight pools put together, and if you want something more discreet you could easily find it. No judgment though; hell, it's their spring break as much as it is mine.

I sit down on a step at the edge of the pool, thinking about that woman who was stroking the man she was with. Her hands were under the water, with me right there next to her. She didn't so much as blink in my direction. She was so caught up in the moment, so caught up in the man she was with—the man who was holding her at the waist and pulling her to his lap.

I exhale slowly, and then, realizing it's getting pretty damn hot out here, I start drinking my margarita as if it's water.

Okay, that's better, at least it’s better for a moment.

Because before I've had a chance to really cool down, the man who was looking at me earlier has walked over to this end of the pool. He's standing only a few feet away and my body is so piqued at his proximity that I fear I'll combust if he gets any closer.