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Chapter 12

Nash

T elling Tenley this little secret is a really stupid idea, I realize, as I stare at her and wait for some kind of reaction. Right now she’s just blinking and staring at me like she’s never seen me before. Like she just woke up from a coma or something. I know she can, and likely will, tease the shit out of me. And besides that, I don’t know why I told her because there’s nothing she can do about the situation.

“O…kay,” she says slowly, her eyes never leaving mine. “You have my permission to sleep with whoever you want.”

“Doubt that.” I turn my gaze to the sky.

“What?”

I close my eyes. “I’m a rule follower, remember?”

“You make it hard to forget.”

“So real or not, I’m not fucking someone else while I’m married,” I explain and reach up to pinch the bridge of my nose. My leg is aching again. It’s annoying. Almost as annoying as this conversation.

“Okay, well then, if you won’t fuck someone else, then your only option is to fuck your wife.”

I wait for her to laugh at her own joke, but my ears hear nothing but the rustle of the palms nearby and the bubbles of water from the jets. I open my eyes and find her staring at me. She doesn’t look like she’s joking. “Your sarcasm knows no bounds.”

“It’s an art form I’ve perfected,” she agrees and my shoulders are about to sag in relief when she adds, “But I’m not being sarcastic.”

“Yes. You are.” I say it with a growl. It’s a warning. A chance for her to back the hell out of this. Because she is going down a road I don’t think she should.

She stands up. I watch water droplets slip and slide over her tits and hips and down those smooth, strong thighs I gripped earlier. She gets out of the tub. “It’s getting late and we’re both turning into prunes.”

“You go down. I’ll be a minute.” My eyes find my towel. I hope she doesn’t grab it because it’s the only one I brought up here. And unlike Tenley, I’m not wearing a suit. I hadn’t expected her to join me.

“I can wait for you.” I shake my head. “You’re not wearing a suit, are you?”

“No. I’m not.”

“Yeah I didn’t feel any fabric when our thighs brushed,” she notes. “And I thought I saw underwear in the heap at the foot of your bed when I walked by.”

“What are you? Olivia Benson?” I quip, trying to fight off my embarrassment with jokes.

"I wish. That woman is my hero." Tenley's tone is serious. "I do have a minor in criminology."

“Of course you do.” I sigh. “Leave the towel. Meet you downstairs.”

She smiles but doesn’t move. God damnit. “You know you’re out of your league with me, right?”

“Excuse me?”

She tilts her head and water droplets tumble to the decking from the wet ends of her hair. "I'm sure you've got more notches in your belt and everything, but I bet it's all missionary, vanilla-type sex. You don't take risks. You follow rules. You see sex as a transaction. You fuck, you win."

She reaches up behind her head and before I can respond, the tiny triangles of her bathing suit top fall down. Her pert, round breasts are exposed. Her nipples harden in the cool night air before my very eyes. My dick stirs.

“Who have you been fucking to get your mojo?” she asks.

“I have a bed buddy. I had one. It was mutually exclusive but also mutually casual,” I grunt out because speaking is now really difficult. All I want to do is stare at her body. I watch her hands go to her bottoms and her thumbs hook into the waistband. “But we fizzled out months ago. And now… I can’t be with someone else.”

“So… fuck your wife.” She pushes her bikini bottoms down her thighs and gravity takes the fabric to her ankles.

Tenley Garrison is wet and naked, with nothing but moonlight dancing on her skin, and I am harder than my hockey stick looking at her. She is the most fuckable thing I have ever seen in my entire life.

“Jesus Christ, Tenley Garrison…” I hiss and leap from the tub, water swooshing violently as I do. My feet land on the rooftop with a wet splat and I immediately grab the towel and wrap it around her. Now we’re pressed together with nothing but the terrycloth between our wet bodies. I look down at her and she looks up at me and it would take one tiny tilt of my head and an inch and a half of movement to bring our lips together but… that would be insane. “I don’t want the neighbors to see you.”

“Can they?” Her eyes leave my face and dart around.

“I don’t think so but there’s a chance,” I reply. “And I’m not taking a chance with you.”

That statement hangs heavy between us. She looks up at me with those impossibly blue eyes, as stubborn as ever. “I take risks, remember? Unlike you.”

She steps back, out of the towel, and walks slowly toward the stairs, like she hasn’t a single care in the whole damn world. And I can do nothing but admire her perfect, round, bare ass. The towel is still resting against my front and my very hard cock is tenting it. She climbs down the stairs, glancing over at the very last second, her eyes landing right on my dick. “You better not take care of that up here, alone. At least do it where I can see.”

Is she serious…? She smiles. Her hand slides down her taut, bare tummy, right to her… “I dare you.”

Did that just leave my mouth? I just uttered the words that are her infernal catchphrase. She pauses. She's far enough down the stairs that I can't see most of her legs, but I can see where they meet. And I watch her hand as it explores. Her eyelashes flutter and she bites her bottom lip and makes a panting sound and…

The next thing I know I’m storming toward the stairs. She scurries down the rest of them and I follow. I catch her arm as she passes the foot of my bed and spin her to me. I don’t know where the towel is. I must have left it on the roof. So now we’re both naked, a foot apart, dripping water and lust onto the barn wood floor.

“I’m sorry but did you not just dare me to touch myself in front of you?”

“I did.”

“And now you’re mad that I did it?” she questions. “Like I would ever chicken out on a dare from anyone, let alone you.”

“We’re going to make this so much worse if we do this.”

She shrugs. “Or we make it tolerable.”

She pulls her arm free from me but she doesn’t move away. She moves closer and puts the palm of her left hand flat on my chest. “Look, we both admit we find each other hot. We’re both familiar with the bed buddy model. And we both can’t fuck other people at the moment, but we both want to fuck.”

“Stop saying fuck, it’s making my cock throb.”

She laughs softly and her hand starts sliding down my chest, over my abs, slowly like she’s memorizing the shape of each one. I flex for her so she gets a good feel. “Nash, I don’t like you, but I don’t have to like you to give you an orgasm. And teach you how to give me one.”

“I know how to give a woman an orgasm.” I grunt as her fingers glance over my hip and dance over my treasure trail.

“I’m sure you’ve been told you have,” Tenley replies, taunting me as she wraps those long, lithe fingers around my cock, and I have to swallow down a moan because I’ll be damned if I’ll give her that satisfaction.

“You dare me?” I challenge in a raspy whisper, dipping my head down so my lips brush her ear. “Dare me to give you a fucking orgasm with my tongue? My fingers? My cock?”

She inhales and it’s shaky. I can feel the air rattle in her lungs. I smile against the shell of her ear, victorious. She’s gotten under my skin, sure, but I sure as hell am under hers too. It’s a draw. I’m still not touching her but every part of my body is vibrating with the need to explore every inch of her. I won’t though because I think it’s what she wants.

“One dare at a time, big boy,” she says, and she squeezes my cock and moves her hand up and down and makes stars pop into my vision.

And then she lets go and steps away. I reach for her but she’s too quick and the next thing I know she’s falling onto my bed, wet back and damp hair dripping all over my very expensive duvet. But that’s something I can be annoyed about tomorrow. Tonight, all I care about is the fact that she’s naked and her hand is moving toward that perfectly trimmed dark blonde landing strip.

“You dared me to do this, remember?” Her fingers move between her legs. Her knees bend and open just enough that I can see her middle finger explore between her folds, which glisten in the low light from my bedside table.

I’m mesmerized. It’s like some kind of taboo fantasy I’ve just discovered. I step closer to the end of the bed. Tenley’s thumb rubs her clit and her back arches a little. Her index finger joins her middle finger. Her knees open wider. My hand goes to my cock and I give it a tug. She watches with hungry eyes.

“Nash,” she says my name and locks eyes with me. “I dare you too.”

I climb onto the bed on my knees, my hand still around my dick, stroking it in a quick steady rhythm. She takes her other hand and moves it between her legs, parting herself to give her fingers more room. Her eyes move back to my cock and don’t leave. She bites her lips, pants out a moan, and I rub one out to the sight of her hand moving, fingers getting slicker and slicker, thumb rubbing her clit.

Her hips move in a chaotic rhythm. I pump myself, harder and faster. She moans and her eyes snap shut and her knees fall all the way open as she comes. It’s the sexiest thing I have ever seen. I would stare at her coming for hours if I could but my own release causes my eyes to snap shut, I arch my back and cry out as my dick shudders in my hand and I come all over her.

When I can open my eyes again, and move my hand from my sensitive twitching cock, I see my release on her stomach, physical proof I’ve lost all control with her, because of her. I glance at her face and she’s smiling, not the least bit bothered. She pushes herself up, leaning on her elbows. “I didn’t think you had it in you to do that in front of me.”

“There’s no rule that says I can’t jerk off in front of my wife.”

She laughs. “No. I guess there isn’t.”

She gets up off the bed, like everything that we just did is perfectly normal, and trots off to the bathroom. She glances over her shoulder as she flips on the light. “Don’t make this weird, Nash-Hole. Just roll with it, okay?”

And then she shuts the bathroom door. A second later I hear the shower turn on.

I run my hands through my hair and close my eyes. How the hell is this anything but weird?