sun has gone down, and the outdoor lights have kicked on, bathing us in a warm glow under the night sky. I can first tell Hanna is tipsy when she swims over to me and laces her long legs around my waist from behind, latching onto my body like a floatation device. My hands glide against the softness of her shins when she whispers next to my ear.
“Think he’s ever going to join us?”
“I bet if you ask him, he will.”
Wait. What am I doing? I don’t want him in here. I want Hanna to myself. If he comes then it’ll be his waist she latches onto. It’ll be her he gives his attention to.
“Ellis, Nash wants you to come swimming,” she sings to him, and he responds with a subtle lift to the corner of his lips. I know what she’s doing—we both do. Trying to pretend I want him here to make us make up.
“I’m happy just watching you two.”
I swallow down the lump in my throat. When my eyes meet his, I try to decipher the look he’s giving me, but I can’t. He’s leaning back in the chair, a few feet away from the water, drink in hand as he watches us, and a shot of excitement dances up my spine. We’re on the brink of something. I can feel it.
“Watching us swim? That doesn’t sound very exciting?” she replies with a laugh. I hear the soft slur to her voice, and I assume at her weight, it doesn’t take much, but her second glass is already gone, and this is starting to feel dangerous.
“Then do something more exciting,” he says flatly.
An eerie calm blankets the island as I suddenly realize where things are headed.
“Like what?” she asks with a little less playfulness in her tone and a good deal more severity. Meanwhile I’m standing here, her on my back, his eyes on her as he says, “Why don’t you kiss him?”
Her hands roam the landscape of my chest. The air stops, dropping like lead in my lungs as she climbs down from my back and comes to stand in front of me.
“Ellis told me to kiss you,” she whispers.
What are we, sixteen?
Well, fuck it. If we’re going to play, then I’m going to be in charge this time.
“Yeah, well he likes to be in control,” I reply, pushing her to the edge of the pool.
“Is that so?”
Once her backside hits the edge, I lean down, pressing my lips to ear as I say, “Yeah, and I like to let him think he has it.” Then with my hands under ass, I lift her back up so her legs wind around me again, and I attack her lips with mine.
She hums into the kiss, and I instantly remember what it felt like to kiss her the other day when everything went to shit. This time I’m not going to let her go. If he wants her back, he’s going to have to fight me for her.
Our mouths move in perfect harmony as her teeth pinch my bottom lip, and my fingers dig into her backside. I almost forget he’s watching us until we pull away, gasping for air and we both look his way at the same time. He hasn’t moved. But the look in his eyes has grown in intensity, staring down at us through hooded lids.
I want to kiss her again, and since I’m sure she can feel how hard my dick is between us, it’s clear that I want to do a lot more than kiss her. But it’s like we’re both waiting for him to say something else, like we’re waiting for instructions.
“That had to be more fun than watching us swim,” she says to him, touching her bottom lip softly with her fingers.
“It was.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to join us?” she asks, her legs tightening around my waist.
Instantly I glare up at him, but he’s quick to reply. “I’m sure.”
I don’t wait for his direction before I lay kisses against her neck, tasting the pool water as I move down to her chest. Her bikini top is a strapless band that covers her breasts, so when my fingers work to unclasp the back, I expect her to hesitate, but she doesn’t.
Her eyes meet mine as the tension releases, and the water takes her top, leaving her bare from the top up in my arms.
There’s a low hum from the chair on the pool deck just as my lips take