Page 64 of Making the Save

The thought of her perfect round ass in my lap was about as impure as it could be and I was having that thought plenty.

I shucked off my shorts and shirt and submerged myself first. Careful to find the ledge I knew would fit my body. The hot steamy water immediately worked its magic on my sore back muscles.

I turned my head and caught her taking off the t-shirt and shorts she’d put on over her two-piece suit. The same one she’d worn the other day. The same one I’d slid my hands into to touch her skin.

“Fuck.”

“What?” she screamed. “Did something bite you? Is there a snake in there?”

Something like a snake.

“No,” I snapped. Then struggled for a reason to say I couldn’t look at her any longer without making the future lap sitting impossible. “Get in quick. Uh…I…uh. I don’t want you to get cold.”

“It’s like seventy degrees outside.”

“Tink,” I gave her my don’t argue with me eyes and she stepped to the edge and dipped a toe into the water.

“Oooh, is it too hot?”

“No, you’ll get used to it in a second. Watch your feet.”

I grabbed both her hands and she stepped one foot at a time onto my thighs until I was able to put my hands on her waist and settle her down on to my lap. She was nearly submerged to her shoulders, her ass pressed against my thighs. There was some fidgeting, but eventually she settled down. She sighed and went utterly soft in my arms.

“Wow, that feels good,” she whispered.

“It really does.”

I tilted my head back against the rock surface behind me, closed my eyes and tried not to think about her cute little ass. Or how well she fit against me. Like I’d always had this missing puzzle piece and I hadn’t even known it.

I could stay like this for hours. Days.

“Wyatt,” she said quietly.

“Hmm?”

“What happened?”

I opened my eyes only to find her staring at my chest. “Here,” she said, and touched the small scar on my shoulder.

“Surgery. Labral tear.”

“And this one?” She touched the scar on the other shoulder.

“Rotator cuff.”

She ran her finger down the scar and then back up. Her fingers were cool against my hot skin. It was those butterfly wings all across my chest.

“What happened here?” she asked, running a finger across my collar bone.

“I broke it wrestling with Liam when we were kids. It healed with that bump.”

“Like your nose?” she murmured, sliding her finger down my nose. She was killing me.

“Tink. What about the rules?” No touching unless the P&P’s were around.

“I know,” she said. “It’s just, I’ve never really been so close to a man like you.”

“What does that mean?” I asked. Should I be offended? I was too turned on to be offended.