Page 102 of Jesse's Girl
I chuckle around the bite in my mouth and lift my chin at her with a knowing smile. “Thanks.”
“Glad you like it,” she says with a small laugh, then watches me for a moment. “But like, seriously, do you two need privacy?”
I flip her off.
She grins and turns to talk to Renee.
I’m almost dozing off in my chair when voices drift to me from down the riverbank, and I crack an eye open. Ada and Renee are walking toward us, each carrying a bag of cotton candy. Ada’s laughing at something Renee’s just said, and I furrow my brow, letting out a breath—she’s almost painfully beautiful. I rub at a dull ache in my chest. While her usual sarcastic snark is as familiar to me as the back of my own hand, those moments she drops the bullshit are precious glimmers of the real Ada.
Catching myself staring, I’m grateful my sunglasses are the mirrored kind. I cut a glance at Marcus to make sure he hasn’t noticed me watching his sister, but he looks like he might be asleep. I nudge his foot with the toe of my sandal, and he stirs, lifting his head.
“The girls are back,” I tell him.
Stepping onto the dock, Ada throws me the bag.
“Where the hell did you get cotton candy?” I ask, snagging it from midair.
“There was a truck set up down there. A few of them, actually. Cotton candy, mini doughnuts, and popcorn.”
“There was this children’s festival thing going on,” Renee adds. “Down the river a bit.”
“I don’t think I’ve had cotton candy since I was a kid,” I say.
“Well, save me some. I’m going in the water.” Standing directly in front of me, Ada peels off her jean shorts, revealing her tiny bikini bottoms.
I can’t tear my gaze away.
The hint of amusement on her face tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing.
Mirrored sunglasses or not, I quickly realize the situation in my shorts is going to give me away any second, so I force myself to look anywhere else. I shift in my seat, the twist tie on the bag of cotton candy suddenly needing my undivided attention. But even that doesn’t last and my eyes drift once more to Ada.
She glances at her brother, her expression turning serious before she turns and pads to the edge of the dock and dives into the water in a graceful arc. She surfaces a moment later, gasping.
“Cold as balls, right?” I smile, pinching off a piece of cotton candy.
Now I’m talking about balls? What’s wrong with me?
I stuff blue fluff into my mouth to stop myself from saying anything further.
Apparently having had enough of the water’s cold shock, Ada climbs up the ladder, cursing and shivering.
Oh, Christ.
Each step up reveals more of her body, and I go still, the sugar crystals melting in place on my tongue. Her nipples have pebbled into hard peaks and a tiny river of water traces a path over her collarbone before it slips down between her breasts.
As she steps past me to grab her towel, my dick nudges against my swim trunks and I swallow. I try to look away but can’t stop my eyes from bouncing right back again. She’s fucking shimmering, the sun glittering like diamonds off every droplet of water clinging to her skin.
I imagine warming those nipples by sucking them into my mouth, or running my tongue over the goosebumps pricking her skin.
Patting herself dry, she walks over to me and holds out her hand.
It takes me a beat to realize she’s asking for the cotton candy.
“C’mon, fork it over.”
Wordlessly, I hold out the bag. She pinches off a piece and pops it onto her tongue before sucking the melted crystals off her fingers.
And now I’m rock-hard in my swim shorts. Great.