All I know is that I still enjoy spending time with him. I want to see him again. Yes, I’m curious. Yes, maybe I’m looking for closure.
And maybe I’m looking for the chance to kiss him one more time. Just to see if it’s as good as I remembered.
I’m entering the kitchen from the garage, setting my purse on the counter when I receive a text. No surprise, it’s from Tucker. I must admit that I get a tiny thrill seeing his name flash on my phone screen.
You’re leaving me hanging :)
Smiling, I try to come up with the proper, flirtatious response. Because screw it. I’m going to flirt with Tucker. I’m going to spend as much time with him as possible before he leaves for California. I can keep my heart out of this, right? Just two old friends rekindling the fun part of their relationship.
I accept your invitation, is what I finally settle on saying.
He responds without hesitation.
Better round up a proper costume. Gatsby themed, don’t forget.
I’m still smiling when I send him my reply.
How could I forget? Can’t wait!
Then I proceed to search the web for a sexy Gatsby costume for the rest of the evening.
Chapter Ten
Tucker
I convinced Hunter to let me use his boat, and this is how I end up torturing myself on a sunny Thursday with Maisey.
She’s wea
ring a bikini.
It’s red.
And tiny.
It shows off every curve she’s got, and she’s got plenty. The swell of her breasts, her flaring hips, her perfect ass. Long legs and sexy shoulders and with her dark hair up in that high ponytail, I catch glimpses of her kissable neck all afternoon as we cruise around the lake and that’s all I can think about.
Kissing that neck.
Sliding my hand inside the scrap of red fabric to see if her nipples are hard.
Or sliding my hand into the back of her bikini bottoms so I can cup that perfect ass.
Better yet, sliding my hand into the front of her bikini bottoms so I can dip my fingers—
“Holy shit!” I scream when Maisey splashes cold water in my face.
Yeah. I screamed like a little baby just now when she splashed me, but holy hell that water is freezing. My face and chest are currently dripping with snow melt straight off the mountain and despite the intense afternoon sun beating down on me, I’m shivering.
Her laughter rings, warming me up from the inside. I always did like her laugh. She doesn’t hold back, just lets it rip, and despite the goosebumps and the water dripping from the tip of my nose, I’m smiling.
“Gotcha,” she says, flicking her fingers at me, raining little droplets of water all over my arm, a silly grin on her face.
We’re near the shoreline, the motor off and the boat rocking gently with the waves created by the water skiers nearby. The lake isn’t so crowded with tourists since we’re still early in the season but after July Fourth, the water will be packed until Labor Day.
Meaning we picked a perfect day to be on the lake.
I’m beginning to realize that any day spent with this woman is perfect.