Текст книги "Pucked Up "

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CHAPTER SEVEN

BAGGY LOVE GLOVE

“Shit.” I bury my face in her neck and stay where I am, nestled nice and snug against her skin. I didn’t come with soldiers.

I haven’t been carrying condoms for a while now because I don’t have a reason to use them. Having them on me is like letting an alcoholic carry around a bottle of booze and expecting him not to drink it. It’s better to go unprepared so I don’t accidently do something I regret. Up until now it’s worked out damn well. Now it’s stupidity on my part.

“What’s wrong?” Sunny runs her foot up the outside of my leg, shifting things around. I go lower, away from the safety of her clit and closer to the hot heaven below.

“I didn’t come prepared.” If my dick were a person, he would grow arms and legs and kick the shit out of me. I’d ask for a blow job, but I almost don’t deserve one for not having packed the most important damn thing of all. And I’m supposed to be a top-tier boy scout. Fucking fail.

“Prepared?” She runs a hand through my hair and tilts her head back, giving me access to her neck. Her other hand comes to rest on my ass.

I kiss along her throat to her lips. “I didn’t bring any condoms.”

“Oh.”

Her obvious disappointment makes me feel better and worse at the same time. I almost want her to say it’s okay to do it without one. She could tell me she’s on the pill, or gets the shot, or has one of those DUI things, and I’d still bag it. I can barely take care of myself at this point in my life; I don’t need to make it more complicated with unexpected surprises.

“Oh! Wait! Alex always used to keep some in his bedroom. I’ll go check!” She unhooks her legs and pushes on my chest. I’m quick about getting off her, excited by the prospect that this could still go down. Sunny rolls out from under me as soon as there’s enough room and bounces off the edge of the bed. She stops at the door. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”

I lie on my side, my hard-on hovering a few inches off the bed, suspended in mid-air. “I’ll be right here, in this exact position, when you get back.”

She bites her lip and looks me over, then turns and runs down the hall, her pert ass jiggling. As I lie on her bed, waiting for her to return, I wonder how she knows about her brother’s stash of condoms. Maybe she snooped in his room. I can’t imagine Waters offering up that information willingly. He’s far too protective of Sunny to help her out in the prophylactic department. If he knew she was about to use them with me, he’d probably make a noose with the leftovers and hang me by my dick from the rafters in the attic.

Sunny returns a minute later wearing only a huge smile. She jumps on the bed, her perky boobs bouncing, pink nipples standing at attention thanks to the air conditioning. “Jackpot!” she shouts and drops a pile of condoms on the comforter.

At first I think it’s awesome, because clearly this means Sunny wants to get her serious fuck on with me. Maybe we can have multiple rounds tonight. Morning sex could be an option—along with afternoon, mid-afternoon, early evening, and late-night sex. I can make up for months of no pussy all in one weekend. Then I pick up one of the gold squares and flip it over. It’s not a regular, run-of-the-mill Magnum. It’s a Magnum XL.

“These came from your brother’s room?”

“Yeah!”

“Did you bring his entire stash?”

“Nope. There’s loads more if we need them!” She’s bouncing, and her boobs shake with the movement. It’s distracting. “He used to have a couple of boxes in there, back before he moved to Chicago. I figured I’d take a chance and see if there were any left, and this is what I found. I guess he probably doesn’t need them anymore, so they’re all ours.”

I ignore the last part. I don’t want to think about what he and my sister get up to since I’ve already witnessed the tail end of fuckery—literally—in the team locker room after he got ejected from a game for fighting. No amount of brain scouring will get rid of walking in on that. The only good part about that night was meeting Sunny.

I sift through the pile, flipping them over as I go, looking for something more my size. So far all I’m finding are the XLs. “You think he used these?”

Sunny nods.

“You’re sure he didn’t get them for promo or something?” I’ve never checked out Waters’ junk on purpose, but we all walk around the locker room and air our shit out after it’s been cramped in a cup. Except Randy. He’s weird about shit like that. Waters doesn’t look like he should need these. I’m way bigger than he is when I’m hanging low. But then I’m a shower, not a grower.

“I have no idea. All I know is he keeps them in his closet.”

“You said he wasn’t a dickwhore. Why would he need all of these if he wasn’t planning on using them?”

She waves off the comment. “I don’t think he usually has this many. His friend Reid gave these to him as a joke for his twenty-fifth birthday.”

“Huh. Well, I guess we lucked out. It looks like you found the mother lode.” Now I know way too much about Waters’ dick and the reason for Violet’s awkward gait when they were first dating. I guess she must have gotten used to him by now.

I sift through the pile and finally find a green foil square, thank Christ. Here’s the thing about condoms: it definitely sucks if they’re too small. No one wants to feel like the circulation is being cut off in his dick. But I’d sure as hell rather wear a condom that’s a little on the snug side than go with one that’s gonna make my lightning rod look like it’s wearing a baggy sock.

I’ve used the green ones before. They’re extra snug, and it makes my junk look more impressive when I have to fight to roll it on. The shaving routine helps make everything look bigger, too. Not that I need any help there.

“So . . . um . . . do you think one of those will work? I checked the expiration date. They’re all good for, like, two more years.”

She’s doing that thing with her hair again. I hold up the green foil square. “This is perfect. I’ll thank your brother the next time I see him.”

Sunny’s eyes go wide. “You better not! He’ll castrate you.”

I slip an arm around her waist, and condoms crinkle under us as I roll over on top of her. “You don’t think he’d be cool with us being safe?”

“Alex would like to think he’s done a great job acting as my guard dog since high school.”

“You’re right. I won’t thank him. We’ll keep his secret stash between us.” I drop a kiss on her chin and another on her lips.

Now that I know this is for sure going to happen, I’mma take my time and make sure I do Sunny right. There’s also the whole thing about me being the first guy to give her an orgasm. It’s almost more important than being the first guy she had sex with—not that I want know anything about that.

Being the provider of the first big “O” gives me some power. It elevates my status. I’m the White Knight in the land of Orgasmia, wielding my magical sword of awesome.

We make out until Sunny claws her way down my back and starts jabbing her nails into my ass, trying to make my dick go lower. I sit back on my knees and grab the foil package I’ve set aside, but Sunny takes it from me and sits up.

“I want to do it.”

“It’s all you, sweets.” I motion for her to do her thing.

There’s something extra hot about having a woman put the condom on. Sunny’s right at eye level with my cock, and my dick twitches as she gives me a few slow strokes. She tears open the wrapper, inspects it to make sure she has it the right way around, then rolls it over the head.

Her tongue peeks out, and she glances up. “Are you sure this is gonna work? I think the gold ones are bigger.”

“This’ll work fine.” I put my hand over hers and help her roll it down the rest of the way.

Sunny folds her legs underneath her and rises up on her knees. She still has one hand on my cock. The other one smooths up my chest. I bend to meet her.

“You’re all ready for me,” she whispers against my lips.

“I sure am.” I wind an arm around her waist and use my knee to spread her legs wider as I lower her to the mattress. She rubs the head of my cock over her clit, then goes lower. I push up on my forearms so I can see her face as I ease inside.

I have to fight to keep my eyes open. I don’t know if it’s because it’s been more than three months since I’ve had sex, or because of the anticipation tonight, or because it’s Sunny—maybe it’s all of the above. The reason doesn’t matter, but the high is close to how I felt when we won the Cup.

A soft sigh falls from her lips. The nails digging into my left ass cheek retract. I can’t focus on any one sensation without being sidetracked by another. The visual and physical stimulation are putting my brain and body on overload.

Sunny’s fingertips sweep up my back, the lightness of her touch causing my muscles to jump. When she reaches my shoulder she makes a circle, then draws a line up my neck, following the contour of my jaw to my chin.

Even though she’s underneath me, she’s the one in control. I won’t move until she tells me to. And I’m perfectly cool with not moving. Being inside her is a whole different level of magical.

Sunny’s fingers drift over my lips, her eyes searching mine. Her smile is as soft as her touch. “Kiss me, please,” she whispers.

So I do. It’s unhurried, gentle brushes of lips and warm sweeps of tongue. There’s none of the earlier aggression when I wanted her worked up. A black knot of guilt settles in my stomach. For a second I worry that maybe I haven’t been fair about how we got here, maybe I’ve manipulated her into this position. But then Sunny shifts under me, circling her hips, and I forget everything but the feel of her.

We move together, and for once it doesn’t feel like a performance. It’s not about reaching the goal, about making her come—although that’s an objective for sure—it’s about experiencing her.

There aren’t any acrobatics on her part. She doesn’t try to bend herself into a pretzel, and she doesn’t scream my name, or slap my ass, or tell me how the rumors are so true. We kiss and move and groan into each other’s mouths. I never pick up the pace, I just change the angle a bit and draw her left leg up higher so I can hit that sweet spot with every slow thrust.

She gasps, and her moans get louder. I push up on one arm, holding the back of her head in my palm. I like the feel of her hair sliding between my fingers and the weight in my hand.

Sunny’s fingertips rest under my bottom lip and her palm curls around my chin. It’s intimate and dominating at the same time, both of which I’m okay with. Her eyes are locked on mine again, something like surprise or awe behind them.

She starts to tremble, her legs tightening around my hips, her left knee pulling higher. I hold it there, between my ribs and my biceps, helping to keep the angle for her.

“Oh God, Miller. I think—” The words are cut off by her ragged inhalation. Her grip on my chin tightens as her mouth drops open, and she shakes her head like she doesn’t believe it’s happening.

“Just let go, baby.” I’m right there with her, unable to look away as every muscle in Sunny’s body clenches with her first-ever sexgasm. With me.

Something happens then, and it’s unexplainable. It’s like being body-checked by all the sensations I associate with orgasms: the tingle, the burn, the tightness, the expansion, and the final explosion—all of it happens at the same time. With it comes some weird emotional cocktail that I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with. It’s that high feeling again, but more extreme. I feel like I’m submerged in her. Like I’m inside her in more than just the literal sense. I don’t feel attached to my own body.

When I’m finally done coming, I struggle to keep from collapsing on top of her. I slide my arm under her and roll to the side, taking her with me.

“I don’t even know what happened there,” I mumble into her hair.

She makes this contented little noise. I feel her nose on my cheek and her lips moving along my jaw.

When her lips reach the corner of my mouth I turn my head and kiss her, going deep, holding her close. My cock kicks, like maybe he’s fighting to get hard again and keep going. It’s not going to happen right now, though. Maybe in half an hour. He kicks again, as if trying to prove me wrong.

“You still taste like me,” Sunny whispers.

“You want me to wash my face?”

“No. I don’t want you to go anywhere.”

We make out until I’m on the verge of getting hard again. I’m still inside her. Usually after sex I hit the bathroom and clean up, get some distance from whoever I’m in bed with. Not tonight. Sunny’s the one who breaks the kiss. She pushes on my chest, and when she tries to wriggle out of my grasp I throw my leg over hers.

“Miller.” She giggles when I burrow through her sweet-smelling hair and nibble on her shoulder.

“You don’t want to cuddle with me anymore?”

“I need the bathroom.”

“I can come with you.”

“Ew. No thanks.”

“Not into that, eh?”

“I’ll be right back.”

I loosen my hold, but she still has to work get out of my arms, giggling the entire time. She kneels on the bed beside me, naked, her skin still flushed. She looks happy, relaxed, and tired. She wraps her index finger and thumb around the base of the condom.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting rid of this for you.”

“You don’t want to keep it as a memento of your first orgasm during sex?”

She makes a gagging sound. “I think the memory is enough.” She slides it off and holds it out as she bounces off the bed.

I take in the bare expanse of her body as she skips to the bathroom. Sunny pretty much dances everywhere she goes. She’s light on her feet, and her long legs give her a gazelle-like quickness.

She’s in there for a few minutes. I hear the toilet flush and the sound of running water. The door to the bathroom opens, and she’s still magnificently naked. She crosses over to the vanity and starts braiding her hair, working from the right side to the left so it travels along her hairline at the base of her neck and over her shoulder.

I alternate between watching her reflection and appreciating the curves of her body. I’ve been with a lot of women. I’ve seen a lot of bodies. I’ve been with models and those waif types who look like they should probably score a few meals at an all-you-can-eat-buffet. Sunny, however, is my ideal, or she’s become it. Her long limbs are defined with strength, and there’s softness to her in the places there should be. She’s confident and comfortable in her own skin; it’s sexy.

“You coming back to bed so we can snuggle?” I hold my arms open.

She turns off the light in the bathroom and climbs up beside me. “For a big bad hockey player, you’re kinda a softie, you know that?”

“Don’t tell anyone. You’ll ruin my reputation.”

Sunny snorts as she curls into my side. She traces the line of my eyebrow. “I wish it was always this easy to be with you.”

I lift her chin so our noses touch. “I’mma work on trying to make that happen, ’kay? Just give me some time.”

She presses her lips to mine. “’Kay.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

UNFORESEEN THWARTS

It takes me a good thirty seconds to orient myself when I wake up. The bed is unfamiliar, but the smell of the sheets isn’t. It’s a combination of sex and Sunny. I glance to the right, where she should be; her pillow is empty. The clock on the nightstand tells me it’s way late already. But then, we were up until five in the morning getting busy. I stretch and yawn, debating whether or not I’ll fall asleep if I close my eyes again. My time with Sunny is limited. I only have today and tomorrow before I have to leave for the camp.

Even if I invite her up to visit, we won’t have much in the way of alone time. She’d have to stay in a cabin with other people. I’ll be in with the male counselors. Sex would be off the table. There’d be zero privacy, and humping on her in the forest, while fun, could prove problematic. There’s no coed business going on at camp since the junior counselors are usually a bunch of horny almost-adults.

When I went to hockey camp as a teenager, I always had the most insane hard-ons. They were a pain in the ass to get rid of, until I became a senior counselor. Then I got to break all the rules I made everyone else follow. Nature makes me wanna get my fuck on. I don’t know why. If I’d been put in a coed room, it would’ve turned into a damn orgy. Okay, probably not, but I would’ve dreamed about it becoming an orgy.

The sheets tent at my waist thanks to my reminiscing. It would be nice to have Sunny there with me, even if we can’t get naked. She’d get to see me doing something other than playing hockey and being an asshole on social media. I’d get to spend more time with her, in an environment where I know she’d have fun. The only real issue would come from not being able to get all up inside her the entire time. On second thought, having her there might be like torture.

After last night, it’s gonna be a real challenge to keep my clothes on when we’re alone together. Sex with Sunny was way more intense than I’d expected. Even more amazing is that I pulled an orgasm hat trick of firsts on her: I made her come with my fingers, my tongue, my dick, and I gave her her first set of multiples. That beats out any other hat trick in the history of hat tricking. It’s a Super Hat Trick with the multiples thrown in there.

I’d tell Randy, but he might slip up and tell Lance, and Lance can’t keep his mouth shut about anything.

I want to tell someone, though. I find my phone, which ended up on the floor a long ways away from my pants. Cuing up my contacts, I call Violet. It’s after eleven, so she’s definitely awake. Sadly, it goes to voice mail.

“Hey, sis. Call me when you get this. I hat tricked last night, and my hat trick kicks Waters’ hat trick’s ass.”

My phone rings in the middle of my message, so I end my call with Violet to answer the one coming through. I can tell it’s my PA by the ring tone. I get it before it goes to voice mail.

“Hey, ’sup, Amber? How’s the portage trip going? You do battle with any bears yet?”

“No battle of the bears, thankfully. We got rained on last night. We’re taking a break for lunch. I thought I’d call you since we have decent reception on this leg of the trip. I’m so sorry you missed your flight. I thought I’d put enough reminders in your calendar, and then Violet told me you mixed up the times.”

“It’s cool. It’s not your fault. My phone died, and I had it in my head that I was leaving at nine, not six. You know how I am.”

“I should’ve been on top of that. I feel awful. I saw the social media insanity. How much trouble are you in with Sunny?”

“We’re good. We got things sorted.”

“Talked your way out of it, did you?” She doesn’t sound all that surprised.

I think about all the ways I made Sunny come last night. “It always looks worse than it is. But yeah, I managed to smooth things over.”

“So you found the box of condoms in the bag of gifts, then?”

“Box of condoms?”

“I got you two, in case you were extra busy.”

“No shit. You’re the best, Amber.”

“Remember that when the bill for my birthday present comes in this year.”

I don’t think she’s joking. “You’re always saving my ass, so you deserve whatever you choose—as long as it’s not a car.”

“Well, there goes that plan.” She sighs dramatically. “So I wanted to talk to you about the camp and some possible promotion opportunities.”

“You know how I feel about that—”

“Hear me out before you say no.”

I sigh, but give her the chance to try to sell me on whatever she’s planning before I shut her down.

“I think it would be a good idea for you to let one of the local papers come up and interview you.”

“You know I don’t do well in interviews.”

“You don’t do well in scripted interviews. You’re fine when there aren’t any lines to learn. It doesn’t have to be a big thing, just a few questions about your role at the camp.”

“It’ll be a circus.”

“It won’t. It’s small town out there, Miller. It’s not like being in Chicago where everyone goes crazy over you guys.”

“Okay. I’ll think about it. Oh, hey, Randy emailed me something about a car wash fundraiser out near the camp. I’m probably going to go with him if the timing works out.”

“Do you know who’s hosting it?” Amber asks.

“No. Some guy Randy knows from when he played for Toronto. Randy says he puts on a lot of events.”

“What’s the charity? Can you forward me any information?”

“It’s for breast cancer. And sure, I’ve got an email I can flip you.”

“Okay. Sounds good. I’ll make sure it’s on the up and up.”

Any cancer fundraiser gets me, and Amber knows it; so does Vi. “Okay. Yeah. And I’ll check with Balls.”

“Great. Perfect. Don’t forget you’re picking him up from the airport, either. I’m sending you his flight details. You’ll have time to connect with him before Sunday?”

“Yeah. Of course.”

“Just checking. You might be busy blowing through all those condoms.”

Amber has a sense of humor. She has to if she wants to work with guys like me. “Ha ha. I’ll take a ten-minute break to deal with details.”

“Have fun with Sunny.”

“I plan to. Repeatedly. Enjoy the bears.”

“Fuck you, Miller.”

I get a dial tone and smile. Amber’s an awesome PA.

Before I go looking for Sunny, I decide now is a good time to get the trimmer out. I’ll be off to camp soon enough, and mosquitoes have a tendency to get caught in my arm hair and bite the shit out of me if I don’t take it down to a number three.

I’m not as hairy as Vi makes me out to be with her mythical fur-covered creature comparisons. Some of the guys on my team are way hairier, especially around playoff time when the beards are in effect and the neck hair meets the chest. Being blond means I can get away with a little less in the personal grooming department than the average guy.

Trimming is messy business, so I step out on the balcony overlooking the backyard. There’s lattice for privacy, but I don’t want to flash the neighbors, so I leave my shorts on.

I check the trimmer blade to make sure it’s the right one. The two lasts longer, but it makes things prickly, and I’m going for soft, not efficient, tonight. When I first started seeing Sunny, I tried the number two. Vi had been making the usual yeti jokes, and I got self-conscious. But I had to wear long sleeves on my date with Sunny during a heat wave. My arms felt like a cactus for a good week before the hair grew out.

Resting my foot on the railing, I start on my left leg. I go over everything twice. My shorts prove to be a problem, though. They’re in the way. I don’t want to end up with the equivalent of a reverse farmer’s tan, except with fuzzy thighs instead of overly white skin. I peek around the lattice. I can see the edge of the pool. On the other side is the neighbor’s patio. An old dude sits in a lounge chair, drinking iced tea and reading the paper in his bathrobe. There’s a pair of binoculars on the table beside his drink. This has to be Sunny’s pervy neighbor. But he can’t see me, so I’m safe to drop the shorts.

After I finish round two with my legs, I run a hand against the grain. The resulting semi-smoothness is gratifying.

Once I shaved my legs with a real razor. Actually, I used four of them. I wanted to see what it felt like. It was winter when I did it, so I didn’t think anyone would see them. Unfortunately, I forgot about the part where I’m an NHL player and I get changed in a locker room with other guys who would notice my hairless legs and razz me about them. Which is what happened.

I lied and said one of the bunnies I’d been with must have done it while I was sleeping. It seemed believable. Some bunnies get territorial. Those are the ones I cut loose in a hurry. Or used to cut loose. Before Sunny.

Moving on to my arms, I resume my mission to tone down the fur. When the breeze picks up, the trimmed hairs swirls around in the air before they go over the edge, floating toward the neighbor’s yard. I bet the birds will love it. Sunny says it makes great nests.

On the final pass with the trimmer, a strong gust of wind lifts the liberated hairs, and the cross-breeze from inside the house creates a cataclysmic weather system. A mini-tornado spins the fluff around in a circle. The tumbleweed of blond rises into the air, disappearing over the edge of the balcony.

There’s some sputtering and clanging from the patio next door. “What is that?” A yippy dog barks in distress as the yelling continues. “Thor! You made me spill my tea!”

I turn off the trimmer and flatten myself against the sliding door. Shimmying over a couple of steps, I peek through the lattice. Sunny’s neighbor has knocked over his chair and drink. His dog, Thor—which, incidentally, is tiny—chases after one of my fuzz tumbleweeds.

“Is everything okay?” That’s Sunny checking on her neighbor.

“Oh, hello, Sunshine. Thor’s chasing fluffs.”

“That’s nice—Oh! Mr. Woodcock! It looks like you forgot to put on your pants again.”

I take another peek through the lattice. Mr. Woodcock’s robe has come undone, his saggy nuts and his wrinkled wang hanging out. I hope my nuts never droop that low.

I slip back into the house and return to Sunny’s room. I still need to trim around the cannon. Last night all I managed to do was clean up my balls. I can’t take care of everything else and leave my dick the way it is.

I lock myself in her bathroom, keeping the number three for the treasure trail. I want to be groomed, not look like my dick is attached to the body of a twelve year old. I’m thoughtful enough to do it over Sunny’s toilet so I can contain the worst of the fuzz droppings.

Once I’ve cleaned up around the junk, I switch out the number three attachment and straddle the toilet seat. I flatten my dick against my stomach and wrap my nuts around like it’s a hot dog so I can make sure I did a good enough job last night.

I snicker to myself at the way half my cock sticks out the top like an oversized wiener. I run the trimmer over the sensitive skin. I flick the loose hair off and inspect my work. Everything looks good. My chest I leave alone. Sunny likes it.

I do a quick rinse-off in the shower and throw on a pair of swim shorts. I find the condoms Amber was talking about and shove a couple into my back pocket, just in case.

On my way to find Sunny I cut through the kitchen and pour myself a cup of coffee. I go in search of sugar, but all I can find is organic maple flakes. I guess they’ll do. I dump half a spoon in and stir. It smells decent. My next mission is checking for cream.

Sunny’s a vegan, which is like a hardcore vegetarian. She doesn’t even eat cheese or drink milk. Everything she puts in her super-tight, extra-bendy body comes from plants. Thankfully, Robbie and Daisy indulge in the cow juice. I pour in some cream and go outside.

Sunny’s sitting in a lounge chair with her laptop in her lap. She’s wearing a pale green bikini and a sheer white cover-up. Now that I’ve been up in that, it’s all I want to do for the rest of the weekend. I’m already sporting a semi.

Titan and Andy are sleeping at her feet. She’s wearing headphones and concentrating on whatever she’s reading, so she doesn’t hear me.

She’s so engrossed that she still hasn’t noticed me standing behind her. Her hair is twisted up in a clip, but a few strands have fallen loose, and they sweep across her shoulders when the breeze picks up. I glance around the backyard, checking to see how visible we are to Mr. Woodcock. It seems protected. Only the second-floor windows of his house have a view of the pool. I decide it’s safe to announce my presence.

First I set my coffee on the ground next to the side table. Then I unfasten my shorts. Coming around beside her, I pull out my semi and tap it on her shoulder. Sunny screams and swats at my dick. Thankfully she doesn’t hit it. Her high-pitched scream wakes up Andy and Titan, who both start barking. She swivels in her chair, her face at the same level as my crotch.

“What the heck, Miller!”

“I was getting your attention.” I can’t keep a straight face. She looks mortified. It’s seriously awesome.

She covers her face with her hands, her shoulders shaking. Peeking out from behind them she tells Andy and Titan to shush through her laughter.

“It worked didn’t it?” I take the laptop from her and set it on the side table.

“You’re ridiculous!”

“You love it.” I uncross her ankles and kneel at the end of the chair between them.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m saying good morning.”

“It’s almost noon.”

“So it’s still morning.” I run my hands up the outside of her legs and fit myself between them. Without tucking myself back into my shorts, I lie down on top of her. Bathing suit material is all that separates us. “And I woke up to an empty bed.” I kiss her collarbone and make a path with my lips all the way to her mouth.

“My ancient neighbors are probably watching.”

“He flashed you. It’s only fair I flash him back.” I reach behind me and shove my shorts down past my ass, grabbing the condoms while I’m at it.

“You saw that?”

“If he’s creeping on us, we might as well give him something to look at.” I slap the condoms on the side table.

She glances over. “Miller! We’re outside!”

“You don’t have to lose any clothes.” I slip a hand between us, moving her bathing suit to the side and drag the head of my cock over her clit. “You just have to be quiet.”

***

An hour later we’re still hanging out by the pool. I have a bite mark on my shoulder from when Sunny came. She’s extra relaxed.

“You should let me put some sunscreen on your back.” I’m looking for an excuse to touch her again.

“Am I getting burned?” She glances at her shoulder.

“You’re okay for now.” I pat the space between my legs, inviting her in.

She eases between them, sitting too far forward for any of our body parts to rub together. Her shoulders are dotted with freckles from being out in the sun so much already. Sunny spent a few days last month volunteering at a community garden, planting flowers as part of a revitalization project. She’s into stuff like that. It’s one of the things we have in common.

“So I head out to that camp tomorrow,” I tell her, smoothing lotion over her skin.

“I think it’s a great thing you’re doing.”

“Thanks. It’s fun. And I have the time right now.” I make sure I get under the halter strap on her bikini. I love this bathing suit. She was wearing it the first time I copped a quick feel.