A motion-sensor light came on—triggered, apparently, by Archer’s madly swinging tail—and the forms froze. His mom’s wide eyes were clearly visible as she lay across the edge of the hot tub. Sarah, whose back was to him, appeared to be helping her climb out. Though she was muffled through the thick glass, he distinctly heard his mother whoop. Then she burst out laughing, and Sarah folded over, bracing herself on the rim of the hot tub as her shoulders shook.
They couldn’t see him, but he could clearly see them, so he paused to watch. His eyes had been pulled to Sarah immediately, to her wet skin glistening in the light. And there was a lot of skin to glisten because, Jesus, she was wearing very little: a bikini top tied with straps no bigger than skate laces and bottoms that barely covered the crack of her ass. What little fabric there was clung to her and outlined her contours. He needed little imagination to calculate how well her perfect ass cheeks would fit in his hands.
Shit!
He closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to dislodge the image from his brain. He did not need to be picturing himself fondling his buddy’s sister’s gorgeous ass. Scratch that. Her ass is. Not. Gorgeous. Too bad his stirring dick wasn’t buying it. He willed it to calm the fuck down, envisioning a pissed-off Gage and how messed up their line chemistry would be if Quinn pulled anything.
And though he knew, he knew, he shouldn’t be ogling Gage’s sister, that’s exactly what he continued doing. Couldn’t tear his eyes away, especially when her movements caused her cute booty to jiggle enticingly.
The light winked off again, and more giggling followed. A thought pierced his lust-ridden brain. He should be helping because, at the rate they were going, Sarah was going to end up on that beautiful ass of hers while his mother slipped back under the water.
After rearranging his clothes, he flipped on the deck lights and stepped outside, leaning forward to disguise his obvious problem. Sarah’s head jerked, and two pairs of wide eyes landed on him. Then they both dissolved in laughter again. His gaze bounced around the perimeter of the hot tub, taking in towels, an empty bottle of wine, and two glasses.
They’re hammered!
“What’s going on out here?” He was struggling to keep amusement from his voice. These two did notneed any encouragement.
Sarah wheeled and faced him, and before he could stop himself, his eyes took a quick tour of her wet body, landing back on her grinning face. Jesus, the girl was smoking hot! Not that he hadn’t suspected it, but here, with her facing him, her fully displayed ample assets would not be denied a starring role in his dirty mind. Sleek, toned legs, a flat stomach that hinted at a lady six-pack. Breasts bigger than expected—because damn if they weren’t spilling out of her skimpy top—with beaded nipples imprinting the triangles of fabric laughingly called a swimsuit top. Everything was arranged in one hell of a perfect package.
He blew out a breath—praying she couldn’t see the surging tent in his shorts—and willed himself to keep his eyes fixed on hers. Not wander anywhere below her chin. Yeah, he could do that. Absolutely. Maybe.
She smirked as if she knew exactly the effect she was having on him. “Your mom and I …” She paused to laugh some more while his mom snorted in the background. “Your mom and I decided to socially distance out here with a bottle of wine. We stayed six feet apart”—she slid her eyes upward as if pondering—“mostly. We also figured the heat would kill off any viruses.”
Hysterical, his mom banged her hand against the hot tub’s edge. Rolling his eyes, he crossed his arms over his chest. “Do you need my help to get her out?”
“Sure,” Sarah giggled. “I’ve been trying, but …”
“She can’t pull me out!” his mom hooted. “I’m too slippery!”
For Christ’s sake, these two were drunk as skunks. Suddenly, Sarah began to shiver, so he darted to the towels, grabbed one, and awkwardly tossed it over her shoulders. “Here.” He didn’t dare touch her.
She wrapped it around her body—thank fuck!—and he proceeded to help his mom out of the tub. Her limbs were a little floppy, so he reached in and hoisted her into his arms. Seemed easier.
“Ooh, look Sarah,” his mother said, “Just like Lord Lanternjaw in The Lady’s Lustful Lover.” Then she gave his shoulder a playful slap. “You’re sweeping the wrong one off her feet. You should be sweeping Sarah off her feet.”
No, I really shouldn’t. He muttered a PG curse and took his mom inside.
After depositing her, he stuck his head out the door again, looking anywhere and everywhere but directly at Sarah. “Uh, you good out here? Need any more help?”
She materialized right beside him, nearly shooting him out of his shorts. “No, I’m good. But thanks.” Her voice was on the breathy side.
He rolled his lips between his teeth and gave her a quick head bob before turning away. The energy he’d spent during the workout was surging through his bloodstream once more, and he loped down his hallway, chased by his mother’s voice. “I think we scared him. Let’s open another bottle of wine.” More giggling ensued.
In his bedroom, he swiped the beanies from his nightstand and started tossing. Goddamn, this shelter-in-place crap was going to kill him. Couldn’t go out, couldn’t have anyone over. Bottom line: couldn’t get laid. He definitely could use a good grinding fuck right about now. Maybe it would bleach the image of somebody’s sister from his brain.
Despite his desire that Sarah stop messing with his mind, a picture of her in that nothing bikini played across his inner movie screen, and he missed one of his beanies. It hit the carpet with a soft thud, followed by the other two. He sighed as he picked them up
