rays. I learned on the way here that Justin owns the little cabin a few hundred feet away. Coincidence? I think not.
“Because it’s hot as hell.” She’s deflecting.
“Suuuure.”
Rolling over, Row sits up and gets to her feet while glaring at me. “I’m goin’ to get a hotdog,” she says over her shoulder, walking off.
“I bet you are,” I shout at her back, laughing. “You hotdog lovin’ whore.”
“Fuck you, Emerson.” I can hear the laughter in her voice as she flips me the bird.
“That’s what the hotdog’s for, sister.”
“Oh, Jesus,” she laughs as she disappears from my sight.
I collapse back onto my lounger in a fit of laughter, tears and all.
Lake days are always good days.
“ See you around, Z”, she had said. I knew she meant it, but I didn’t think it’d be this soon .
Hanging back, I watch Emerson as I sit with Nadia not more than five feet away from me. Em’s bent over the tailgate of my brother’s truck, her ass is in the air, and I try like hell not to stare. But it’s not easy. It’s an ass I remember vividly.
Every fucking part of me wants her.
Every. Single. Part.
Emerson looks so goddamn good today. I have a half chub that’s leaning more towards a full-blown hard-on that’s been hanging around since I first saw her lying on that dock when I drove up.
I didn’t know for sure if she would be here or not, but I knew it could be a possibility. We run in the same damn circle. She’s gonna be unavoidable.
Sitting on the dock, I pull Nadia closer to me, her ass pressed against my thigh while I watch Emerson. I spent my night trying to fuck Nadia into Emerson. Spent the rest of the time pretending she was Emerson too, but it didn’t work.
Leaning in I breathe Nadia’s scent, trying like fuck to keep my mind on her and only her. She smells like coconut and suntan lotion.
“You look hot in that bikini,” I whisper against Nadia’s neck, my hand on her thigh, but my eyes are still on Emerson as the words leave my mouth. They’re meant for Nadia, but they belong to Em.
I have no control over what I’m feeling anymore.
“I do? It doesn’t make my sides pudge out?” she asks, picking at the nonexistent flab at her side. She’s fishing for compliments, which drives me fucking crazy. She knows exactly what she looks like, yet she digs for them constantly. It’s exhausting trying to feed her ego all the time.
Emerson knows she’s beautiful, and she’s never looked for compliments. She’s the girl who’s always comfortable in her own skin. That’s one of the sexiest things about her.
“No, babe,” I grind out through my teeth, instantly annoyed. “You look fine.”
“You’re mad at me now,” she huffs, already on the defensive and ready for an argument. “I was just askin’. I mean, it’s hard to feel pretty with that hangin’ around,” she grumbles, flicking an uninterested hand in Row and Emerson’s direction.
I know I should say something, calm her down or make her feel like she’s the prettiest girl here, but I just don’t care enough to bother.
“I’m not mad.” I lie as I watch Em and Row pull another ice chest from my brother’s truck. They’re laughing at each other about something one or the other did. Emerson is happy and I hate her for it right now. I’m miserable.
“Jesus,” I hear Justin grumble, walking up to the both of them. “Y’all are gonna hurt yourselves.” Taking the ice chest from them, he points them towards his boat and they head for it, towels in hand. Justin hauls the ice chest behind them.
“Ugh! You’re so difficult,” Nadia snaps, catching my attention. She stands up and stomps off, her friend following quickly after her. Nadia glares at me before she disappears into the house.
I let her go, grabbing a beer instead.
~~~~~~
A few hours later, everyone is having a good time. We’re all drinking, swimming, and cooking on the grill.
Emerson’s been in the water for most of that time,
“Because it’s hot as hell.” She’s deflecting.
“Suuuure.”
Rolling over, Row sits up and gets to her feet while glaring at me. “I’m goin’ to get a hotdog,” she says over her shoulder, walking off.
“I bet you are,” I shout at her back, laughing. “You hotdog lovin’ whore.”
“Fuck you, Emerson.” I can hear the laughter in her voice as she flips me the bird.
“That’s what the hotdog’s for, sister.”
“Oh, Jesus,” she laughs as she disappears from my sight.
I collapse back onto my lounger in a fit of laughter, tears and all.
Lake days are always good days.
“ See you around, Z”, she had said. I knew she meant it, but I didn’t think it’d be this soon .
Hanging back, I watch Emerson as I sit with Nadia not more than five feet away from me. Em’s bent over the tailgate of my brother’s truck, her ass is in the air, and I try like hell not to stare. But it’s not easy. It’s an ass I remember vividly.
Every fucking part of me wants her.
Every. Single. Part.
Emerson looks so goddamn good today. I have a half chub that’s leaning more towards a full-blown hard-on that’s been hanging around since I first saw her lying on that dock when I drove up.
I didn’t know for sure if she would be here or not, but I knew it could be a possibility. We run in the same damn circle. She’s gonna be unavoidable.
Sitting on the dock, I pull Nadia closer to me, her ass pressed against my thigh while I watch Emerson. I spent my night trying to fuck Nadia into Emerson. Spent the rest of the time pretending she was Emerson too, but it didn’t work.
Leaning in I breathe Nadia’s scent, trying like fuck to keep my mind on her and only her. She smells like coconut and suntan lotion.
“You look hot in that bikini,” I whisper against Nadia’s neck, my hand on her thigh, but my eyes are still on Emerson as the words leave my mouth. They’re meant for Nadia, but they belong to Em.
I have no control over what I’m feeling anymore.
“I do? It doesn’t make my sides pudge out?” she asks, picking at the nonexistent flab at her side. She’s fishing for compliments, which drives me fucking crazy. She knows exactly what she looks like, yet she digs for them constantly. It’s exhausting trying to feed her ego all the time.
Emerson knows she’s beautiful, and she’s never looked for compliments. She’s the girl who’s always comfortable in her own skin. That’s one of the sexiest things about her.
“No, babe,” I grind out through my teeth, instantly annoyed. “You look fine.”
“You’re mad at me now,” she huffs, already on the defensive and ready for an argument. “I was just askin’. I mean, it’s hard to feel pretty with that hangin’ around,” she grumbles, flicking an uninterested hand in Row and Emerson’s direction.
I know I should say something, calm her down or make her feel like she’s the prettiest girl here, but I just don’t care enough to bother.
“I’m not mad.” I lie as I watch Em and Row pull another ice chest from my brother’s truck. They’re laughing at each other about something one or the other did. Emerson is happy and I hate her for it right now. I’m miserable.
“Jesus,” I hear Justin grumble, walking up to the both of them. “Y’all are gonna hurt yourselves.” Taking the ice chest from them, he points them towards his boat and they head for it, towels in hand. Justin hauls the ice chest behind them.
“Ugh! You’re so difficult,” Nadia snaps, catching my attention. She stands up and stomps off, her friend following quickly after her. Nadia glares at me before she disappears into the house.
I let her go, grabbing a beer instead.
~~~~~~
A few hours later, everyone is having a good time. We’re all drinking, swimming, and cooking on the grill.
Emerson’s been in the water for most of that time,
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