“Okay, fine…” She sighed and turned around. “I guess I deserve this one.”
“You think you’re just getting one?” I reached out and grabbed her arm. “The penalty gets worse every time—you obviously didn’t learn your lesson the last time you were in this position.”
I shouldn’t do this—I definitely shouldn’t do this.
“Get it over with…” She bent over enough to make her jeans stretch across her ass.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ow! Those were harder than last night.” She rubbed her ass after the last one landed.
“Maybe you learned your lesson this time…” I chuckled under my breath. “Okay, I’m going to get changed and try to soak my knee in the Jacuzzi. Chasing after you just made it worse…”
“Okay.” She
nodded and rubbed her ass one more time before walking up the stairs to her bedroom.
I needed a drink, not just because of the thought tumbling around in my head, but also because it would help with my knee. It rarely bothered me unless I did something to aggravate it. Carrying boxes definitely did the trick. I poured a glass of Scotch, changed into my swim trunks, and grabbed a cigar from my humidor. I rarely smoked, but it was good to enjoy one occasionally after a long week. I walked down to the Jacuzzi and climbed inside. The heat felt really good on my knee and the Scotch wasn’t bad either. I leaned my head back against the Jacuzzi wall and as soon as I got comfortable, I heard the door open.
“Mind if I join you?” Chrissy walked out of the house in a bikini that was even more revealing than the one she was wearing the first day I noticed her curves.
It’ll be really awkward if I say no…
“Sure, come on.” I shifted and gave her an inviting wave.
I had managed to take a step forward, a couple of steps back, and hell—I had kind of lost count. The sight of her in the bikini might as well have been a mile in the wrong direction. I shifted my eyes so that I wasn’t staring, but fuck if that wasn’t the hardest thing in the world. She turned her ass towards me as she climbed into the Jacuzzi and the sight of it made my cock immediately rise to attention. I took a quick drink from my glass of Scotch and puffed on my cigar—somehow trying to make enough of a cloud to protect me from what my eyes were begging to stare at. Once she sank beneath the surface of the water, I was able to settle the raging lust that wanted to take control of my thoughts.
“This feels even better than the pool…” She moved her hands in a wide circle. “I’ve never been in one of these before.”
“Really?” I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “The Rugby team I played for had two—one filled with ice water and one like this.”
“Ice water?” She shivered and shook her head. “No way.”
“It helps when your muscles are fucked up after an intense workout or a big game.” I shrugged. “I don’t miss those days. I prefer this a lot more.”
We talked for a little while and just enjoyed the comfort of the Jacuzzi. She didn’t seem to be bothered that I gave a few smacks for calling me old. I did notice that she was laughing more than usual—and finding reasons to nudge me with her hand when the conversation called for it. I almost thought she was flirting—or trying to. If that was her intention, she wasn’t very good at it. I tried to remain stoic. I smoked my cigar, drank my Scotch, and added to the conversation when necessary. I might have been doing my best impression of a statue on the outside, but my thoughts were definitely starting to spin. I was wondering if the fuse was lit—and we were both in over our heads.
“How’s your knee?” She leaned forward and pressed on it—thankfully, she pressed on the wrong one because she wasn’t very gentle about it.
“It’s fine.” I shrugged. “I think I’ll live.”
“I guess I won’t give you another reason to chase me…” She looked up for a moment and grinned. “You cheat anyway.”
“You just don’t know the layout of the house very well yet. I might not get the element of surprise next time.” I chuckled under my breath.
“Tempting—but I’m not wearing jeans now. It might hurt if you did catch me.” She leaned back against the wall of the Jacuzzi.
“I could make it hurt if I wanted to.” I narrowed my eyes. “Even through your jeans.”
“Well then I better be on my best behavior from now on.” She gave me a quick wink.
What the fuck did that wink mean?
I had never struggled to read a woman’s intentions before. They were usually pretty clear—and rarely one-sided. I just couldn’t get a good read when it came to Chrissy. The signs seemed to be there, but there was a chance that what I saw on the surface was exactly what lingered beneath it—she was an eighteen-year-old girl far from home and having fun. I had reminded myself that she was Sam’s kid so many times that it was starting to have less of an impact—and it felt like a mountain of bad intentions were trying to kick the door in my head wide open. I needed to just get out of the Jacuzzi and go to bed. That was the best option—otherwise, I might end up doing something I regretted.
“Alright, I think that’s it for me.” I leaned forward and tapped out my cigar in the ashtray on the edge of the Jacuzzi.
“I might stay in here a little longer…” She nodded and stretched out.