I woke up in the pool house, momentarily confused about where I was. My mind was blank for a minute. And then I remembered.
Nevada.
In my bed.
Naked and turned on and what-I'd had a crisis of conscience?
My throbbing balls told me all I needed to know about how that had ended.
Moron.
Idiot.
Traitor.
If the guys could see me now... they would laugh their asses off.
I rolled over and stared out the window. No one was at the pool. Good. I needed a cold splash of water to refresh me. And to take down my dick, which had roused immediately on waking.
Just remembering the look and feel and taste of her was enough.
Fuck.
I hadn't fucked her.
I knew why. It's because I cared. I had never not fucked a willing, hot and sexy girl in my life. Not as sexy as Nev. Not that I'd really ever encountered anyone like her before.
There wasn't anyone like her in the whole world.
Now I had to make sure I had her or I'd never get her out of my mind. I'd left her in a state of frustration so she should be as messed up as me today. Or not. Maybe girls could control that. Maybe she had a vibrator. Who the fuck knew.
All I knew was that nothing was going to put out the fire in my gut except fucking her. For like, a month. Straight.
No. A year.
I reached for the half empty bottle of bourbon and took a sip. Hair of the dog would fix me up right. A cup of coffee would be good. A cup of coffee with a splash of bourbon would be even better.
Slowly I stood and stripped off my clothes. I was pretty sure I had a swimsuit in here. If not I could call up to the house for it. When I asked for coffee.
I found a pair of trunks that looked like mine and pulled them on. The fabric skimmed my boner uncomfortably. Fuck, why didn't I finish her off again?
Oh right, because I had a heart.
And she would have regretted it.
And never spoken to me again.
Normally, I wouldn't have cared but with Nev it was different. If she stopped talking to me-I would miss her. A lot.
Like, a lot a lot.
Man, I was not happy about realizing that.
She'd come to be the one person I could be honest with. And who was honest with me. I could always count on Nev for a sincere reaction. That was a scary fucking thought. It was way more major than the overwhelming attraction.
Well, almost.
I used the phone in the pool house to call the kitchen. Then I walked outside and slowly slid my poor, aching dick into the pool. I was too hungover for laps just yet so I just floated.
I had plans to make.
Plans on how to devirginize one uptight little hottie. My mind swam with images of her underneath me, on top of me, on a chair, my desk, the bed, the floor. Oh yes, I had lots of plans to make.
I knew I could get her into bed.
I just had to make sure she stayed there afterwards.
Nevada
"You okay sweetie?"
I looked up at my mom from where I lay in bed. I was reading, or pretending to. Inwardly though, I was freaking the fuck out.
"Uh huh."
She leaned on the doorway, raising her eyebrow.
"Out with it."
I sighed and rolled over. I'd been thinking about Clay of course. And trying to control my raging hormones.
I was basically afraid to go outside because if I saw him right now, I would throw myself at him. Literally jump his bones like a wild woman. In broad daylight.
And I wasn't sure how he'd react.
"Boy troubles."
"Ah. I have some experience with that. Who is it?"
My mom sat on the edge of the bed and smiled at me. I hated lying to her. I hated it. But I had to.
No way I could tell her I was falling for her boss's son.
My eyes closed, unwilling to look at her while I lied to her face.
"No one you know."
"You like him?"
I nodded.
"Does he like you?"
I bit my lip.
"I think so. I mean, he wants to... you know."
"And you don't."
I looked at her for the first time.
"That's the problem. I do. But I don't-"
"You don't want to want him."
I nodded.
"He's used to getting what he wants. Everything he wants. But I know he'll lose interest once he gets it."
Mom's hand stroked my hair.
"You are wise beyond your years butterfly."
I looked up at her, saying nothing. Just grateful for her soothing hand against my hair. Of course, I still would have preferred someone else's hands on me.
Not just my hair either.
Everywhere.
"Nevada, I don't need to give you the talk about being careful do I?"
"No-but do you think I should go on the pill?"
Her hand froze for a moment. Then she started petting me again.
"Alright sweetie I'll set it up. This boy-is he someone special?"
"He's amazing. But he's sad a lot too. I think he had a hard time growing up."
"It sounds like you know him well."
"I think I do. I... care about him, you know?"
She smiled and stood up.
"Maybe he'll surprise you Nevvie. You never know. But guard your heart until you do."
Chapter Twelve
Clay