“Decision made. Poolside it is.”

He strode over to the hut that supplied towels and where guests checked in, returning along with a young man who set them up at two poolside chairs far away from other people, clearly at Braden’s request. Behind them was their private cabana.

She kicked off her sandals and pulled off her cover-up, revealing the suit she’d chosen to put on while Braden changed in her bathroom. She’d wanted to surprise him, and from the expression on his face now, she had. The strappy red bathing suit with discreet cutouts both covered her appropriately and revealed hints of bare skin. A glance down showed her that his cock was thickening behind his bathing suit trunks, and an answering rush of desire filled her in return, making the prospect of them using that cabana highly likely.

After towels were placed on the chairs and tucked in, and the attendant tipped and gone, they settled on their chaise lounges, the plush cushions beneath them and an umbrella cutting the glare of the sun. Willow’s legs weren’t in the shade and would hopefully get tanned. Which reminded her, she needed sunscreen.

She reached into her bag and took out a bottle.

Braden’s chair was on her left, and he quickly plucked the sunscreen from her hand. “Let me,” he said in a gruff voice.

She swung her legs off the edge of the chair, lifted her hair off her back, putting it up in a messy bun with the hair tie on her wrist, giving him a canvas on which to work.

“Tip your head forward,” he said.

She did as he asked, and soon his big hands were rubbing the cool lotion into her skin. “Mmm. That feels so good.”

“And you smell delicious,” he said as his thumbs pressed into her neck.

He continued to massage her back and shoulders, gliding down her arms, coating all the exposed areas he could reach. She relished the feel of his strength and heat as he covered her flesh, rubbing in the cream. “Turn around.”

She pivoted, swinging her legs around so they were facing each other. He continued to pour sunscreen onto his hands and work it into her skin, massaging onto her chest, his fingers deliberately dipping beneath her bathing suit, teasing her breasts, coming precariously close to her nipples.

She sucked in a breath, causing him to grin. “Patience,” he said. “We’re going to enjoy the sunshine first.” But as he spoke, he spanned her stomach with his hands, and once again those fingers slid under the fabric, his calloused fingertips rubbing against the top of her pubic bone and pressing inward.

Her eyelids fluttered closed and she moaned, only to have him remove his hands and begin to coat himself with lotion, a sexy grin on his handsome face.

“You’re a tease, Braden Prescott.” She raised her legs onto the chaise and stretched herself out on the lounge. “I suppose that comes from growing up with a house full of siblings?”

He laughed. “They were all different but yeah. You had to stay on your toes.”

She leaned back and closed her eyes but continued the conversation. “I wondered and I hope you don’t mind my asking–”

“You can ask me anything,” he said.

“How did you feel when you found out Paul Dare and not Jesse Prescott was your biological father?”

Over a year ago, Paul Dare had needed a kidney transplant, making it the right time for him and Braden’s mom to tell the Prescott kids the truth. By that time, Willow and Braden had broken up and he’d been gone. She’d heard via Damon that he’d come home when Austin, the match, had donated his kidney. But she hadn’t seen or heard from Braden then. Still, she’d wondered how the news had impacted him.

He let out a groan. “Better than you’d think. It’s quite a story.”

She turned her head and met his gaze. “I want to hear it.”

“It’s sad actually. My mother and Paul grew up near each other and were best friends. Mom was in love with him and Paul…”

“Is gay. Your poor mom. To love someone she couldn’t have.”

He nodded. “She took what she could get from him, which was friendship, and he was the best pseudo uncle we could have had. And as for Mom, when they couldn’t have kids and it turned out it was because of Jesse, she asked Paul to donate.” He shrugged. “I know we should all be mad, but to be honest, it was kind of a relief to know a man I hated and who treated me horribly wasn’t my real father. And the guy who was always there? Well, he was my dad.”

She smiled. “I’m so glad it wasn’t something that broke apart your family.”

“If anything, it brought us closer. And it really gave us more insight into Jesse’s behavior. He wanted his sons to have the career he couldn’t because he was injured and couldn’t play, which made him resentful, bitter, and angry. Add to that, he couldn’t have children of his own? Yeah, he was a mean son of a bitch.”

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