He took the bottle I handed him and started lathering up my back. Then he kissed the side of my neck and handed the sunblock back to me. "Thanks." I smiled, applying sunblock to the rest of my body.
I sat down on my lounger, but he turned and walked over to a family sitting a few loungers down and asked them a question. They nodded and pointed to an orange raft lying to the side of them. Carson picked it up and started walking back toward me calling behind him, "Thanks! I'll return it."
Then he took my hand and pulled me up. "Wait! I thought we were going to lay out for a little while before going in the water."
"Who said that? There wasn't a plan. We do what we do when we wanna do it, remember? And right now, I wanna swim with you."
"Okaaay. Well, what if I don't want to swim right now?"
"Then I do this." And then he dropped the raft and picked me up and tossed me right in the water.
I came up sputtering, madder than a hatter. The water was only about as high as my shoulders where he had tossed me and so I stood up, glaring at him as he grinned down at me from the side of the pool. "I cannot believe you just tossed me in the pool!"
"Well, believe it. I did," he said, throwing the raft in the water and then walking his perfect body to the deeper end and executing the most perfect dive I'd ever seen, slicing straight through the water.
Before I could even blink, he had swum underwater to me and was pulling me under by my legs. I opened my eyes under the water, making my most angry face at him as he met my eyes and grinned. God damn him, he was even beautiful underwater with air bubbles coming out of his nose.
He let go of me and I surfaced, smoothing my hair back. He surfaced a second later laughing and running his hand through his hair. "Don't be mad, Buttercup. I just couldn't wait to get slippery again with you."
I glared at him for another second, but I couldn't maintain my anger at him, looking at me with that innocent expression, water droplets sticking to his impossibly long eyelashes.
I shook my head, not able to contain the smile that made its way to my face. "You really are an asshole. I can't believe you threw me in the pool. No one has ever thrown me in a pool."
He swam up to me, pulling my body to his and swirling us around in the water. "That's a shame. You're so pretty soaking wet." He leaned in and kissed me lightly on my lips, and then kissed each of my eyes and then my nose. Okay, he was forgiven.
"You're a really good swimmer," I noted.
He nodded. "When you grow up in hotels and cheap apartments, all with pools, you tend to spend a lot of time perfecting your swim strokes." He paused. "I didn't have much else to do. Some kids play basketball. I swam."
I studied him. "I guess I was under the impression that because your mom was… famous… that you had money."
"Hard to have anything when you spend everything you have on non-prescribed prescription drugs. And I know I used the word 'famous' before, but I would probably say 'well known' is a better term. But in the business, that doesn't always translate into 'well paid.' It just means she was willing to do things others weren't."
I stared at him, my heart hurting. What must it have been like for a little boy to know what his mom was doing every time she went off to a job like that? We were at the pool though and this wasn't the time to ask him any more questions.
I changed the subject. "Why'd you borrow that raft?" I asked, nodding my head toward it, floating nearby.
"Because I want to prove a point," he said, swimming to it and pulling it back to me.
"Oh God, is this part of your Titanic therapy?" I asked. "Listen, I'm not a professional. And I really think this requires one."
He winked at me. "Never let go, baby. Come on, work this through with me. I need you, Grace."
I laughed. And then we spent the next half an hour trying to get us both up on that narrow raft without tipping over. Every time he rolled off, he would sink under, holding one hand up in his imitation of a human popsicle. I was laughing so hard my face hurt.
Finally he was able to hold himself steady enough that he could drag me on top of him and we both lay there, eyes wide, moving as little as possible. A slow grin spread across his face and he whispered to me, "I knew it."
"Never let go, baby," I whispered back.
He laughed and that was all it took for us to capsize.
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Carson
We got out of the water and dried off and collapsed on the lounge chairs. I kept one eye on Grace's little bikini-clad body as she closed her eyes and dozed off for a little while.
I walked over to the bar and ordered us a couple beers and when she stretched and opened her eyes a half an hour later, I handed her her drink. "Thanks. Sorry, was I out for long?"
"I'm glad you were. I need you well rested for tonight." I winked at her.
She smiled teasingly at me. "Why? Are we going to work through more emotional cinematic issues?"
I laughed. "Same one. Only we're gonna use the bed as the flotation device."
"You really do need extensive therapy, don't you? I might have to start charging."
I took the beer out of her hand and pulled her over on top of me. "Name your price. I'll pay it," I said, squeezing her ass and tickling her ribs.
"Ahhh! Carson, you're gonna make me pee on you," she squealed.
"Kinky. But not at the pool, baby. Not everyone's into that kinda smut. You're gonna shock some–"
"Grace? Is that you?" a male voice asked.
My head came up and Grace's whipped around. She sat up and was over on her own lounger so fast, my hands were still positioned where her ass had been milliseconds before.
There was a tall, brown haired guy in swim trunks standing at the end of our lounge chairs looking at Grace with a worried expression on his face.
"Parker! Hi. Oh my goodness. I didn't even know you'd be here this weekend! Hi!"
"Hi," he said, looking over at me, clearly waiting for an introduction. Grace ignored it.