“Hot as hell out here,” he agrees as he suddenly leans toward me, sliding his other arm under my back. I gasp as he reaches all the way around me and picks me up off my lounge chair, his grip too strong to struggle away from.
Before I know it, he’s carrying me toward the pool. Yoyo yelps and leaps from her chair, dashing toward the deep end with her hair streaming up behind her.
At the last moment, I fling my arms over his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he leaps over the edge, sending both of us skyward. We hang in midair for what seems like forever—me hanging on and holding my breath, him forcing my body into a shape that curls around his.
With a crash, we split the surface of the water, rocked by the impact as we slowly sink. I expect him to let go of me immediately, but he doesn’t. Instead his hands drift over my body, concealed by the churning bubbles and the blue depth. I feel his palms against my thighs, my back, sliding over my breasts, swiping quickly between my legs.
Thoroughly confused, I don’t know which way is up. Everything is happening all at once. All I know is I have to hang onto him, to this slippery sensation of a secret hunger finally being fed.
Too soon, we break the surface. I didn’t even know we were headed that way. Chance shakes the water from his hair in a magnificent, leonine gesture and grins, breathless as he gently carries me back toward air.
“That was fun,” he grins. “We should do
that again sometime.”
“Hey, I like fun too!” Jack announces, appearing next to us.
For just the briefest of moments, I’m pinned between them. Their bodies slide against mine under the water, the sensation almost too quick to be real. I can see the impish gleam in their eyes though they separate from me just as quickly, that instant retreat to innocence.
“Me too!” Yoyo grins from the side of the pool. She didn’t jump in, but she dangles her long legs over the side. I’m glad that she can’t see me clearly from where she is. I can’t even imagine what she would say if she knew that Jack’s fingers slid right under my bikini bottoms, splitting me effortlessly as though he’d done it before. As though he knew exactly where to go.
“Some other time,” Jack shrugs, looking over my shoulder at Chance.
I can see their silent communication going back and forth like telegraph pulses flying over my head. They do this all the time. One of the cool things about being a twin, I guess.
“Definitely,” Chance agrees.
“Bring it on,” I shrug, standing up on my tiptoes and waving my arms under the water to stay upright.
Jack cocks an eyebrow at me. “Okay… Of course, you gotta be careful what you wish for, Chelsea.”
His stare gives me pause, makes me wonder if maybe I do not know exactly what I want. But at this point, the urgent pulsing in my sex makes me think I definitely do.
“Hey, it’s four already,” Chance announces.
“Yeah, okay. Let’s hit it,” Jack answers.
Without another word, they both lunge toward the side of the pool and launch straight out of it, briefly dazzling me into blindness with the sight of sheets of water cascading off their matching, muscular shoulders and hips. I shudder involuntarily, forcing myself not to follow them. Instead I just wade back to Yoyo, pushing tendrils of sticky hair off my forehead and trying to look elegant and composed somehow.
“Hey, where are they going?” she pouts.
She kicks her ankles under the surface of the water, flexing those long, tawny thighs. I know it makes me petty and small, but I can’t help but notice this is the first time a boy—any boy—has elected to spend their attention on me over her.
“Some meeting,” I explain nonchalantly. “Some investor or something like that.”
“Oh, right,” she nods as she squints at them from across the pool, watching them walk away. “Their computer program or whatever. That thing.”
“That’s the thing,” I confirm. It’s an app, not a computer program, but I don’t think she’s really interested in the finer distinctions at this point.
She bites hard on her lower lip as they leave the patio, and I watch emotions flicker over her face. Disappointment, hunger, then resolution.
“What a waste of time,” she finally sighs, pushing herself up to standing and stalking off to the table where her cell phone lies.
Confused, I climb the ladder to leave the pool and walk over to her to grab a towel.
“What was a waste of time?” I ask, watching her drying her long limbs and then tying a flowered skirt over her hips, low enough to show off that blue gem that dangles from her belly button.
“I just don’t know why they would bother. Come on,” she finally huffs.