We get down into the deep end, both of us right down at the bottom of the pool. I’m quickly running out of oxygen, but I don't care. Not now that his eyes are on mine.
His fingers trail over my face as my hair floats out around me like a massive brunette halo. As he winks, a smile cracks across my face, letting the last of my oxygen bubble up in front of me.
I push up off the bottom of the pool, and within seconds, I break through the surface with Colton coming up right behind me. His hands never leave my body, and somehow, I still get a thrill out of his every touch. It will never get old.
Colton pulls me in, only giving me the slightest chance to fill my lungs before crushing his lips to mine and kissing me deeply.
“Ugh,” Casey whines from across the pool, sitting on her sunbed and soaking up the rays in her new bikini that she insists on showing off every chance she gets. “Would you two get a room already? I swear, if we weren’t here, you’d probably be screwing right now.”
Colton reluctantly pulls back from me and glances up at his little sister. “Actually, I’ve already fucked her in here. There are too many surfaces to get through to bother doubling up.”
Casey’s eyes go wide as Cora’s face scrunches up in disgust. “Wait. What do you mean? Are you making your way through the house? Where else have you fucked her?”
Colton grins, his hand slipping into mine as he pulls me back to the shallow end. “Everywhere,” he tells her as Milo booms with laughter. “We hit that particular sunbed just last week.”
Casey flies up off the sunbed slamming a hand over her mouth. “AND YOU LET ME SIT ON IT?” she screeches, grabbing her towel and wiping it all over her as though that’s going to help get the DNA off. “You’re so gross.”
“Actually,” I laugh, turning my gaze on Cora. “I’m pretty sure it was that sunbed.”
Cora flies up right behind her sister and crashes into her, sending the both of them toppling into the pool as the rest of us howl with laughter. So much for their expensive salon trip.
I finally get myself out of the pool and drag my tank over my head before twisting it in my hands, wringing out all of the water. I mean, I’m already in my bikini. Would it have been that hard for Colton to just let me pull it off before tossing me into the water?
Damn. Boys can be assholes, but usually in the best kind of way.
As I grab my towel and dry off, Milo comes over to me with a new drink after mine … actually, I have no idea where it ended up. One second it was in my hand and the next. Poof. It was gone.
I glance down at the mixture and cringe. knowing Milo, this would be filled with every spirit he could get his hands on. My drink before was just juice but everyone had assumed that I was drinking right along with them. I haven’t exactly gotten around to telling them about the little bun in the oven. I know I won't be able to hide it much longer, and an explanation will be demanded.
“Thanks,” I grumble, giving him a warm smile and wondering how I’ll get away with accidentally losing another drink.
Milo grins before looking out at Spencer, watching as he fucks around in the pool, looking happier than I’ve ever seen him before. “So,” he says, bumping me with his hip. “What’s going on with all the Wolf shit? Have you tried to kill any of those bastards yet?” My eyes go wide as I look over at him, and as he meets my gaze, he sees the cringe twisting across my face and gasps. “Spill it, bitch. What else could have possibly happened?”
I bite down on my bottom lip, feeling the same guilt sweep over me. It’s only been a few days since everything happened with Nic, and so far, the guilt isn’t going anywhere. It might take a little while to be okay with everything that went down.
“So, umm … I didn’t try to kill any of the Wolves,” I tell him. “But does Nic count?”
“What?” he gasps, his eyes wide as saucers. “I know he’s been a real douche lately but dammmnnnn. What would possess you to try and hurt that sexy piece of demon meat? He’s too pretty to be wasted like that. I mean, girllll, those tatts and that body under that silky smooth skin. I’d be his bitch any day.”
Spencer scoffs from across the pool. “Please, a guy like that would have you shitting your pants, running scared. Now, Sebastian, he’s more your speed.”
Milo has the audacity to look offended. “Excuse you, sir. I could handle him.”