I nodded grimly. There was nothing to say to that. So I left.
* * *
A few days later
Marc
“Marc, come put lotion on my back.”
How many times had we done this? How many times had I vacuumed the pool, adjusted the chlorine levels, fixed that stupid fucking filter, while Ash had lounged around trying to tempt me with some version of a bikini?
This should have been like all those other times when I brushed her off with some callous answer. When I made her think she didn’t affect me at all. Except that was harder to do now she knew what she did to me.
She was leaving in a few weeks. Both her father and George were gone. It was just the two of us on the property. The reality was, I could be fucking her every second of every day I wasn’t working.
She wanted it. I wanted it.
Only I wouldn’t let myself go down that path because I said I never would.
The memory of her taste in my mouth lingered. When I came now, it was always to thoughts of her. Like I couldn’t stop myself. I masturbated daily just to take the edge off.
To stop myself from reaching. Touching.
She was going to Switzerland for at least a year. Anything I did to her now, I would have a year to shake loose from. Hell, she would too, for that matter. Maybe a year away would make her realize I wasn’t some kind of destiny for her. Just the asshole kid she got stuck with when she was ten.
Her. Air?
She was delusional. I would be fine without her. I wouldn’t think about her at all unless she texted or called. I didn’t really know how easy or hard that would be…
“Marc! Come on. My back”
I set the vacuum down and walked over to where she was lying face-down on the lounger. The strings of her bikini had already been tugged free so that her back was naked, save for the small patch of cloth covering her ass.
Part of a cheek escaped the material and I could see the faint remnants of the bruise I’d left there the other night when I’d lifted her against the door.
She had a very squeezable ass.
“You know I’m not the pool boy. And this isn’t some porn we’re acting out where I end up nailing you on this lounger.”
She laughed and wiggled her whole body. Looking over her shoulder at me, she lifted her sunglasses off her head. “That sounds like fun. Want to do that instead?”
“No,” I snapped, wondering why I’d even placed the thought in my head.
“I just don’t want to burn. Please,” she said, holding out the tube of lotion with one hand while she covered her tits with the other
“There’s no point in hiding them from me. I’ve already seen the goods.”
“True,” she mused. “Maybe if you saw them again, it would put you in a better mood.”
It would not. It would only make my balls ache that much more. I took the tube and squirted some lotion onto my palm. I rubbed my hand down her back in quick rough strokes, leaving white streaks of lotion that would only protect parts of her back.
“You know you’re going to have to be way more gentle when you take my virginity.”
I lifted my hand away from her.
She wasn’t looking at me when she said it. Just staring straight ahead. “Or maybe not. I mean, you know how you like to hurt me. Getting into bed with you would basically be me giving you permission to do it. It would be like all your dreams were coming true.”
I sat on the lounger near her thighs and rested my hand on the small of her back.
