I sigh as I watch Joe twirl Kayla between the two rows of sparklers. I want that. Someone who’ll be my person. Someone who doesn’t care how wacky I can be sometimes. Someone who wants me no matter what.
Before Kayla hops in the limo, she yells, “Don’t forget about golf tomorrow. Tee’s at ten. If I’m late, though”—she waves her thumb behind her—“you know why!”
Everyone laughs as we watch them speed away.
A warm hand tugs at my wrist, and I turn to find Michael, who pulls me close. “Wanna hang out?”
Now that everyone is returning to the ballroom or heading home, standing out here in the dark with Michael feels particularly intimate. “What did you have in mind?”
He thinks about it a minute. “I heard there’s a jacuzzi on the back patio. We could go for a midnight swim?”
I laugh and run my finger over his bow tie. “I didn’t bring a swimsuit. Would you have any objection to me taking a dip in my underwear?”
A devilish grin spreads on his lips. “Meet you at the pool in ten?”
This is going to be either the best decision I’ve ever made or the worst.
“See you in ten.”
10
OLLY
As the cool air cuts through the wedding fog, reality sets in.
Am I really going to do this? Have some quasi-clothed swim session with Bash’s little sister?
This is Magnolia Morales we’re talking about. Not some football groupie who parties at the house every weekend and wants to let off some steam.
Maggie. Who’s hated me for years.
Stone-cold fox Maggie, who slowly drove me crazy tonight in that little dress of hers.
I’m sitting on the ledge of the jacuzzi, having a crisis of conscience, when the sliding doors to the pool area open.
My mouth goes dry when Maggie steps out of the shadows in a thin robe and a shy smile. She holds out towels in one hand and a bottle of champagne in the other. “Think your sister will mind I snagged a beverage?”
I cough, my throat totally dry. “Not at all.”
Was I dumb enough to question my good luck a moment ago? Because I’d have to be a fucking fool to walk away from this. Thank God for the Texas weather, because if it was any colder, I never would’ve thought to do this.
I pat the ledge next to me. “Water’s warm.”
She hands me the bottle, drops the spare towel, and slowly unwraps herself.
I’m gonna be honest here. I’ve imagined what Maggie would look like unclothed a few times, and my imagination never did her justice.
The robe falls to the ground revealing a pair of gorgeous, high, round breasts, covered in a thin, semi-translucent bra. A curvy waist. A dainty pair of panties in that same thin material. Muscular, smooth thighs.
But then she unwinds her hair from the updo, and it comes tumbling down in a mass of curls.
Jesus Christ. She’s gorgeous. Literally the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
And she’s out here tonight with me.
I lean forward to hide the instant erection tenting my swim trunks.
Before I freak her out with my body’s reaction, I slide into the water. As she dips her toe in, goosebumps break out on her skin, making her nipples stand at attention, and I wonder what it would be like to pull those luscious buds into my mouth. Graze them with my teeth. Lick them until she cried out.
