“You mean…you mean you just went to the library? That’s where you were?”
“Broke in is more like it.”
A robe was wrapped around Bradley by Mr. Fox. Once Bradley tightened it, he balanced on one leg. His hand went inside as he whipped off his wet underwear and they pooled at his ankles.
Oh my dear god.
He was now naked.
Naaaaked!
My eyes didn’t miss a beat. This amused him as he ran his fingers through his wet hair as if trying to seduce me with his good looks. “Well, I’m one frigid man. That hot tub is calling my body. All of it.”
I’m quite sure my mouth was hanging so wide, I looked like a fly trap.
“Right away, sir. Do you wish to lean on me for support?” Mr. Fox inquired.
Suddenly Bradley’s eyes went mischievous as he gazed through the sitting room and out to the lit glowing waters. In an instant, he dropped his robe, reached for his crutches and proceeded to the double doors as I stood watching, completely frozen, dumbfounded, as that muscular body of his, on crutches, limped out to the waters completely naked.
No one said a thing. Mr. Fox went right away to open the door for him.
All I could do was stare.
Stare with disbelief in my eyes and a lust that stirred my entire body.
I barely heard myself say it, but I said it.
“Would you like some company?”
Chapter 8
BRADLEY
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I tried to play it off like it didn’t’ matter, like it didn’t mean anything that the very girl who haunted my dreams and always hung around the crevices of my heart, the very girl who disappeared from my life, wanted to join me in not just hot bubbling waters set in a romantic backdrop of winter wonderland, but in an activity that promises one to be almost naked.
I swallowed hard as my johnson tensed as if about to grow into a raging hard on. If I could just make it to those bubbling waters where steam and snowflakes could cover my intention.
Oh, the smile was as big as the Grand Canyon etched across my face. She couldn’t see it, though. So I sounded as flat as possible. “Sure, why not.”
The cold winter air slapped my senses into shape. The steam rose from the waters like a natural hot geyser. The contrasting temperatures made the transitioning into the water a slow one.
So I took even more time.
My ankle hurt like hell, but there was nothing that could shake off the smile from my face.
“Sir, uh, we have a few swimsuits from Clarissa if you wish, I could fetch one for her.” Eh, I didn’t care about Fox seeing my naked body. He’d seen so much in this home, nothing fazed him.
I nodded and kept my eyes closed.
“Excellent. Thank you.”
Clarissa, my bitchy ex girlfriend who could stand to eat a hundred cheeseburgers. She didn’t even hold a candle to Kate’s voluptuous body that every guy in the world would kill to have for one night.
My dick hardened thinking about how no doubt Kate’s double-d breasts would spill out of the top. Oh this was perfect, indeed.
With my eyes shut, I couldn’t help but think back to the memory etched in my mind like a cow marker, blazed into the skin.
Her naked body.
Damn.
The door swung open and I turned around quicker than I meant to, like a dog hearing its owner’s whistle. It was Mr. Fox with a tray of our drinks and bucket of ice for my ankle.
I sipped the warm beverage as it brought heat to my weak limbs.
Finally, the moment I had been waiting for arrived. And there was no hiding my hard-on.
Normally, I would want whomever I was with to see it. It was a turn-on to them. But with her, it was different.
* * *
Kate
* * *
I undressed as my hands shook. My heart pounded in my ears and dashed down between my legs like a lightning bolt. Right now, tonight, hell, this morning, Bradley wasn’t just my stepbrother.
Who was I kidding? He really wasn’t anymore.
He was my school girl crush, who was now naked in a hot tub in winter wonderland, with a backdrop of luxury that would tempt and taunt any other girl like the most delicious sin.
The air was freezing and I shook as I draped the robe over a chair.
“Fu…fuck. Fuck. Fuck…that’s hot.” I could only get my ankles in the water. The frigid air nipped my skin and I was caught between a hot and very cold place.
Well, I needed to do something because everything hurt all at once.
I lowered myself into the waters unaware and uncaring of the moans and sighs the temperature brought naturally to my vocals.
I swear his eyes grew twice as big.
“So, you wanted to join me, huh?” He asked as he handed my drink towards me. It was just champagne, sans orange juice. “No juice?”
“Mr. Fox is trying to get you drunk, it seems.”
“Mr. Fox? Are you sure?”
“I may have tossed the OJ far, far away.”
“Hm…” OJ or no OJ, I needed the liquid courage to accomplish this task. There was one thing I couldn’t stop thinking about, his naked body so close to mine.
He sat a few inches from me. His back was to the ocean, my back to the property.
He reached for his phone and swiped at it. Suddenly the privacy shades descended and I felt a dangerous thrill surge through me.
“Now we’re alone.”
“Do…do they come out here unannounced?” I twirled a tendril of hair around my finger, nervous. But it made me look menacing, I knew. I regretted asking the question as soon as I asked.
“Why? You planning on going nude as well?” He winked.
“I…uh, was just…asking. Stupid, I know.”
He grabbed the Cristal out of the ice and topped my flute.
“You could probably leave it out of the ice and it would be just fine, with this crazy cold.” I laughed lightly.
He nodded, all the while his green eyes turned a liquid jade, and I swear he could have morphed into some shape-shifting creature with eyes like that.
Right. Well, now or never, before my desire and his good looks ravage me just like a wild animal.
“Um…Bradley…I…know a lot of time distanced us as a family. I used the incident as a catalyst and reason to stay away, you should know. I wasn’t comfortable with the Rainshaw lifestyle.” I found myself mumbling, nervous, not making any sort of sense. Shit. I’m a fucking writer and I can’t even articulate right with a man like that sitting naked surrounded by all that steam, with small snowflakes teasing his strong muscles before dripping down his chiseled chest, mixing with his own glistening sweat that I bet tastes so salty and delicious. And down it all went below to the same bubbling waters we shared.
“Baby, I knew that.”
Baby.
That term of endearment heated my body like an icicle dropped into the middle of bubbling waters in Death Valley. I was silly putty.
NO, no, it’s the alcohol. Blame it on the alcohol! my ego shouted at me like a small devil with a pitchfork on my right shoulder. But I knew it wasn’t telling the truth. There is no way ever to undo your childhood crush that you literally saw every night before you went to sleep because he smiled at you from your ceiling. There was no way you could shut out that obsession. Because it was an obsession! Just like any girls in the 70s would literally die to sleep with a Beatle, or any girl in the 60s with Elvis, Bradley was mine. And then he was really mine as family. Maybe he could really be mine tonight…
“Maybe it was a good thing you went away.” His statement shook me out of my thoughts.
I shook my head from my crazy rabbit trails in my head. My heart pounded in my ears as the heat and dizzying intoxication of the sexiness of him, the magic of the moment, the surreal-ness of the hour, left me feeling like I was on the craziest roller coaster ride at Six Flags. A good thing?
I could feel the perplexed emotion on my face as my chin tilted. His eyes lasered in on the movement as he clenched his jaw, as if he fought from doing something.