“Yoyo likes it hot,” Jack nods, wetting his lips with his tongue.
“Is that a fact?” Chance chuckles.
To my surprise, he directs his smile at me. To my greater surprise, he sits down on the end of my chair, nudging my ankles aside with his hips. I freeze in place, sure it must be some kind of mistake as my heartbeat instantly doubles.
“That is definitely a fact,” Yoyo continues smoothly. “The hotter the better, I always say!”
Chance leans back slightly, resting his weight on the heel of his hand which is on the other side of my ankles. Basically, he’s got me caged in. I try to catch his eyes to figure out if he knows he’s doing it, but he is looking at my best friend right now.
When I look up, I see Jack give me a look, kind of a playful jerking of his chin.
“It can get really hot around here,” he says, to her and... to me also? I guess?
Is this really happening?
“Oh trust me,” she giggles as she arches her back. “I could take it.”
“That’s what people always say, but you really shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep,” Chance sighs.
“Yeah, people underestimate just how hot things can really get,” Jack adds.
I notice that it actually is pretty hot where I’m sitting, so hot that I have the almost unbearable urge to move. I can feel sweat sliding under my thighs, and a burning heat lances through my sex. It makes me gasp a little, and I realize Chance heard me when he looks me dead in the eyes and takes my ankle in his hand.
“It can be downright dangerous,” Jack continues, shooting me a quick look before catching Yoyo’s eye again.
The way his body is angled, I can tell that Yoyo can’t see what Chance is doing. She can’t see that he’s wrapped my ankle bones in his fingers and is pulling gently, forcing my legs apart just a little. My breath hitches in my throat as he moves me the tiniest bit, just enough so I know it’s really happening. Right here in broad daylight, right in front of my best friend.
“Not as dangerous as me,” she simpers, but suddenly her words sound a little silly to me. She’s doing her best, but I get the feeling it’s not going to be enough.
“Oh, come on,” Jack chuckles. “How dangerous can a Yoyo be? Isn’t that like a toy?”
“Definitely something that likes to be played with,” she answers.
“Oh yeah?” he smiles. “Something that likes to go up and down?”
She shrugs. “Well, I know I’d like to go down, that’s for sure.”
Chance feigns surprise, but when he leans back, he pushes my legs open even further. I try to catch his eye to figure out what he’s really doing, but he stubbornly evades me.
“I can hardly believe my ears!” he stage whispers. “Such language, Yoyo! From ladies who aren’t even legal yet! I’m shocked.”
Yoyo scoffs. “Give me a break, Chance. You know age is just a number. And besides, Chelsea and I are both more than legal, as if that even means anything.”
Suddenly Chance twists toward me, locking his eyes with mine in a startling connection that practically pops.
“Really? Is that a fact?”
I nod dumbly, confirming what I know he already knows. He was at my birthday party a month ago. In fact, he was at my graduation ceremony last year when I graduated high school a year early. He has even helped me with some of my college classes. Weirdly, he knows almost everything about me. And yet, he’s never touched me like this. He’s never handled me the way he is handling me now. His strong palm makes it clear that I can’t escape. That he can do anything he wants to me.
Yoyo sits up fully, twisting suggestively as she half-crawls toward Jack, smirking.
“How about you? Are you all good with… The heat?"
Jack shrugs, pushing back. He reaches for the football and crushes it between his palms as he looks back over his shoulder at the pool and then at Chance.
“Honestly? I think this whole conversation is getting me a little overheated. How about you, brother?”
Chance nods, filling his chest with breath. He twists slightly, taking my ankle with him.