Conception (The Wellingtons #4) - Tessa Teevan Page 0,59

If it weren’t for the diabolical woman sitting on Joe’s shoulders though.

Knox’s fingers tickle my feet then slowly begin a journey from my ankles up to my thighs, where his big hands splay out on my wet skin. I catch Sunny’s eyes across the water and she gives me wink then a thumbs-up. I have a feeling she’s getting quite a bit of enjoyment out of this.

Knox strains his neck to meet my eyes. “This would be much more enjoyable if you were facing the other way.”

I wonder if he can feel the way my body warms at those words. “You know, we can always arrange for that later. I seem to recall you promising to take me skinny-dipping one of these days.”

Knox’s eyes darken. “Oh, do you? Because the way I remember it, I offered and you told me the mood had to strike you first.”

Wishing I could lean down to kiss him, I settle for scraping my nails along the curve of his neck. “Let’s just say…the mood has been struck.”

“Noted. Next full moon, your naked body is mine in the lake.”

I’m about to argue that we don’t need a full moon when Sam whistles to signify the beginning of the match. Of course Sunny would have him start when we’re not paying attention.

It doesn’t matter though.

With all the power in Knox’s thighs and the tight grip of his hands, I shouldn’t be surprised when he digs his heels into the sand and holds me close to his body, as much as he can considering I’m dangling off of him. Sunny tries—and fails—with much exasperation to knock me off my Knox perch. So she does what Sunny does: She goes for my top. Now, my boobs are practically as exposed as they were the first day Knox and I kissed on the beach, and I don’t mind one bit. It’s not quite Woodstock 1969, but what happens at the lake stays at the lake, right?

Wrong, especially when it comes to Knox. Knowing she was about to lose, Sunny found what button to push with him. Just as my hands fly up to stop my top from falling into the water, Knox immediately sinks, whips my legs off his shoulders, and wraps them around his waist. I’m now on his back, piggyback style, with him ending the game.

Sunny whoops then grins at Knox’s growl. “Sorry, buddy. I had to fight dirty if I wanted to win.”

“How’d you know he’d do that?” Sam asks, to which Knox mutters a curse.

Joe splashes Sam. “You got a girl for the summer, you want your brother seein’ her goods?”

That turns on a lightbulb in Sam’s mind. He shakes his head with such vigor that water goes flying from his long hair.

“Don’t want any of you fuckers seein’ her goods.”

“Not like it’d be the first time,” Sam offers, causing Joe to groan and Knox to stiffen.

“My fault,” Sunny pipes up. “I dared her to show the goods at the county fair when we were sixteen. At the time, I didn’t think Amelia would actually do it. I learned that day she doesn’t like to turn down a dare.”

“Good to know,” Knox mutters.

“For what it’s worth, bro, I didn’t see a thing,” Clay offers.

“I’d kill you if you did.”

“Nah, maybe just maim me a little. Maria? She might kill me.”

That piques Sunny’s interest, and instead of everyone focusing on my boobs, she launches into a rousing game of twenty questions for him. I take the distraction to pull Knox’s earlobe between my lips, tugging gently before releasing it.

“You should know: These boobs are for your eyes only,” I tease.

His cock twitches against my ankle, which is wrapped just below his waist. “Same goes for this, babe.”

Somehow, we spend the rest of the day without any more overheating (temperature-wise, of course) and with no more near boobage spills. Knox quickly loses the growly, possessive manner when it comes to Sam and Clay, and I’m happy to concede the chicken fight to Sunny and Joe, even though Knox and I both know we’re the true victors.

A long day of fun in the sun, cold beers, and playing in the lake is followed by an even more rambunctious evening at Mickey’s playing pool and taking over the jukebox—where Sam serenades a pretty brunette with a rousing rendition of Eddie Money’s “Baby Hold On.” She pretends to be unaffected, but when he uses his pool stick like a microphone and shimmies his shoulders in her direction, she’s clearly watching