Page 45 of The Silent Waters (Elements 3)

I stepped farther into her bedroom and checked the hallway once to make sure Mr. Riley wasn’t looking before I closed the door. “Does this mean I can now send you inappropriate text messages?”

Her cheeks reddened. It didn’t take much to make Maggie blush, and I loved whenever it happened. She flipped through her pages and reached for the right response.

Don’t be a freak.

I cocked an eyebrow and moved in closer to her, wrapping my arms around her. “What about inappropriate pictures?”

She flipped through the pages again.

Don’t be a freakier freak.

I laughed. She bent forward, placing her hands against my chest. As her fingers moved lower toward my crotch, she slowly slid her tongue against my lips, parting them before kissing me hard. It was a new move for her and I groaned, loving it more than she knew. “Maggie, you can’t tell me to not be a freak and then do something like that.”

She stepped backward and bit her bottom lip, dropping another piece of paper.

Okay, then be a freak.

I narrowed my eyes, feeling a small twitch in my jeans as I stared at her. Her long hair was wavy and still a little damp from her shower. It lay over her shoulders, brushing against the spaghetti strap dress that skimmed across her toes. She looked so simple in the most beautiful way. Her cheeks were still red, but her eyes were determined.

“You want…?”

Yes.

“What about your parents?”

She dropped another piece of paper, and I couldn’t help but smirk. It was as if she knew everything I’d ask.

At my grandparents’ until tomorrow.

“And Calvin?”

With Stacey.

“And Cheryl?”

She smirked and rolled her eyes, dropping her third to last piece of paper.

Who knows?

Brooks?

“Yes?” The way she swayed back and forth was killing me. She was so fucking beautiful, and I swore she had no damn clue.

She held up the last piece of paper in her grip.

Come undress me now.

I stepped closer to her, running my fingers through her hair. “Are you sure?” I asked. She nodded. My mouth moved to her neck and I licked it slowly, sucking it gently. My mouth traveled down her collarbone, kissing her every step of the way. When I came to her strap, I slid it down her arm, lightly biting into her skin. A slight gasp left her, and the sound alone made me want her even more.

“We’ll go slow. We don’t need to rush,” I said, knowing it was her first time. I moved her other strap down her shoulder and her loose dress slid to the floor. I stepped back, studying her body. Her white lacey bra didn’t match her pink cotton underwear, and somehow it was perfect. Her legs looked lean and long as her arms rested at her sides. “You’re beautiful,” I whispered.

She stepped toward me, took my shirt from the bottom, and slid it over my head, tossing it on top of her dress. As she unbuckled my belt, I stepped out of my shoes and socks. She unzipped my jeans and they fell to the floor.

Maggie studied my body, her eyes moving up and down as I studied hers. Her fingers ran along my chest, moving lower and lower, to the edge of my boxers. My eyes closed as her thumb brushed against my hardness, and she slowly started stroking me through my boxers.

“Mag…” I groaned, feeling her start to stroke harder. Her free hand wrapped around the edge of my boxers, and as she started pulling them down, I opened my eyes. She was lowering herself to get on her knees. Her hands were shaking against me, and my hand flew under her forearm. “Maggie, what are you doing?”

She looked at me, confused.