Manfax (Winter Brothers #2) - Jacob Chance Page 0,7
I don’t plan to be it for long.
I feel rippling near my calves, as if someone’s continuously kicking their legs while treading water. Turning my head away, I pretend to not notice. I wait a few seconds and then I spin around and dive through the air. My hands are the first thing to make contact with a soft body. The shrill squeal I hear has my eyes popping open. I find Roxanne in front of me and one of my hands is holding onto one of her large tits and the other is cupping an ample ass cheek.
I smile, my lips stretching to capacity until I resemble the Cheshire Cat. I can’t help but give a squeeze with both of my hands as I point out the obvious. “I win.”
“Let me go.” Roxanne shoves both her hands against my chest. Instantly, I release her.
“I didn’t do that on purpose, and I’d like to say I’m sorry, but it would be a lie.”
“I’m sure it wouldn’t be the first one you’ve told,” she spits out the reply, as if she believes it to be true.
“I wouldn’t want our relationship to get off on the wrong foot.” I smirk.
“We don’t have a relationship of any sort.” She wiggles a red tipped digit back and forth between us. I’m tempted to nip her fingertip, but I know that wouldn’t go over well. At least not yet.
Studying her hand, I imagine her long nails raking furrows down my back as I pump inside her. And now, despite the cool water, I’ve got a chub.
“That could easily be remedied.”
“Is this guy for real?” She directs the question to everyone else and no one answers. They all look frozen in place like we’ve been playing freeze tag instead of Marco Polo.
“You’re not the first woman to think I’m too good to be true.” I bop the tip of her nose with my finger.
She swats my hand away. “Don’t touch me again unless you like getting junk punched.”
I chuckle. I love a feisty woman. It usually translates to being a wildcat in the bedroom. “Already talking about my dick, huh, Rocky?”
“You wish,” she scoffs. “And my name’s Roxanne.”
“Well, that may be, but I prefer Rocky. It’s a better fit for you and your scrappiness.”
She opens her mouth to lambaste me when Danika cuts in, “Why don’t we take a break from this game and have some drinks?”
“Great idea, honey,” Rex agrees, climbing from the pool. He opens the small refrigerator that’s hidden behind the large granite bar he and I built two summers ago and starts setting out bottles of beer for us guys and margaritas for the ladies.
“Looks like you’ll have to wait to get your hands on me, Rocky.” I wink.
Roxanne’s head drops back, and she stares up at the cloudless sky. ”Oh, dear God. I need a drink.”
“I often get called God, however, I prefer Adam. But for you, Rocky, I’ll make an exception.”
“Get over yourself,” she snipes, tossing her wet hair over her shoulder. “And stop calling me Rocky.”
I watch her swim away, my smile growing by the second.
This weekend is going to be even more fun than I hoped.
Pressing my lips together, I hum “Eye of the Tiger”.
Standing in front of the enormous built in grill, I flip the steaks and peer over my shoulder. “How do you like your meat, Rocky?”
Pausing with her drink mid-air, her eyes swing to me. In their brown depths her annoyance shows. “I’m a vegetarian.”
“For real?” I question. Stretched out on a chaise, her voluptuous curves on display, I look her over from head to toe. Damn, I sure do like this new addition to the scenery.
“What?” she scoffs. “Do I not meet your expectations of what a vegetarian should look like?”
“No. I never said that.” And my question had nothing to do with how she looks. She surpasses my expectations of what a woman should look like in every way.
“Don’t you want to take this opportunity to make some immature comment about how I’ll be missing out on your meat?” she challenges.
I grin at her comeback. This chick's mouth is as entertaining as her appearance. Beauty and a sense of humor is an irresistible combination. “Now that you mention it…”
She tsks, waving her hand dismissively, but I’d swear her lips twitch, as if she’s fighting back a smile. “Focus on your grilling and leave me in peace before you ruin dinner.”
Turning back around, I flip the steaks once more. The aroma of the seared