Page 47 of Your Play to Call
I walk out to the patio with a towel wrapped around my waist, only my black briefs on underneath. My heart thuds in my chest, getting faster with each step I take toward Willow.
She’s already in the hot tub, a black bikini top enveloping her breasts, and I’m trying not to stare. We catch each other’s eyes, both wide, just for a second. Cups of iced tea are on the ledge, in plastic cups, of course.
After losing the towel and catching Willow smirk at me from my peripheral vision, I step into the water. The water immediately feels like heaven on my sore muscles. I slowly sink into a spot across from Willow, the only thing out of the water is my head.
“Ughhhhhh. This was a great idea,” I say as I lean back and let the jets hit my muscles.
“Told you,” Willow says, taking a drink of her iced tea, and then slipping into the water just a little further.
Our feet and legs touch as we both kind of spread out. We sit in silence for a few minutes with nothing but the sound of the water whooshing around us.
“How are you feeling?” Willow asks and I know it’s not about my muscles.
“Pretty good. It usually takes a few days to bounce back from a panic attack, but this wasn’t as bad.” I know exactly why too. The way she was there for me, talking to me until I fell asleep. I don’t know if she’ll ever realize what that meant.
“That’s good.”
“I’ve been seeing a therapist, so we’ll talk about it at mynext appointment.”
“I’m proud of you,” Willow says, and it catches me off guard.
“For what?” I scoff.
“For taking care of yourself. For talking about it. For calling me and not just suffering. A lot of people don’t do any of those things.”
I look down at my hands floating on the surface of the water. I know she’s right. I’m still bothered that this is something I must work through. I thought I’d already done this but that’s the thing about mental health, it’s never ending.
“Need another distraction?” she says, interrupting my internal pity party. Before I can say anything, she’s making her way over to me. I don’t know if I’d consider myself lucky, but I don’t know how else I ended up in a hot tub with Willow—my fucking dream girl.
“I always want your distractions,” I say, my voice low.
Willow takes her hands and puts them on my chest before reaching up around my neck. Her nose is almost touching mine, her eyes the color of dark honey, and she grins at me before pressing into a kiss. There is nothing else in the world besides her and this water.
“This is the best distraction,” I say in between kisses. Her lips are soft and full.
When she puts her hands on my shoulders, making the space to pull her legs up and straddle me, I’m aware of how hard I am. Fuck. She sinks in further, deeper, feeling my dick through the fabric, and she groans.
I am a fucking goner.
Chapter 28
Willow
My body has trickedmy brain. At first, I wanted nothing more than to wrap Tripp up and sweetly sit together in this hot tub. But then he came out here in that towel, all his muscles on display. This might be the first time a man’s chest had me in a puddle.
When I say I wasn’t prepared to see him in his briefs, I mean it. My mouth like sandpaper had me reaching for my iced tea like I was parched.
I also wasn’t prepared for the way he looked at me.
Now, I’m straddling this man. This professional athlete. His hands, strong and massive, rest on my hips.
I can feel his dick through his briefs, and it hits me in just the right spot. I can’t help but moan into his mouth before throwing my head back.
He uses that opportunity to pull me closer to him and put his mouth on my neck. We’re flush as he nips from the soft spot behind my ear before kissing a path all the way down to my collarbone.
“Fuck. You’re so gorgeous,” he says, making eye contact, his blue eyes piercing, before peppering my breasts with kisses. His lips, red from kissing, are the perfect contrast to my skin. He holds me close to him with one arm and then uses the other to lightly graze the skin right above my bikini top.
Tripp touching me like this, has me feeling like I can do anything. He makes me feel confident. Without a second thought, I untie the toparound my neck and let it fall. I know what I want and I’m going to ask for it. Or try to at least.