A Kiss Like This (Kiss and Make Up #3)(34)

Whatever. Not my problem.

Four people are ahead of us now.

“You kids go on ahead of me.” Jenna baulks when I join them. “I’ll wait for that big hunky gorilla, Cubby, since he’s flying solo too.” She wiggles her eyebrows at Abby, who shakes her head in objection.

“No to Cubby. Just… no.”

Jenna shrugs. “What do you expect me to do? Get myself off all weekend?” She laughs. “Oh, calm down, I’m kidding. Sort of? You should see the look on your face.”

“Put the lid back on your filter,” Abby says with a blush. “And no one wants to hear about you getting yourself, uh…” She darts a look at me.

Holy shit. Do girls actually sex talk to each other like this?

We move up another rung on the steps, and Jenna lets us pass, but not before swatting me on the ass. I scowl at Jenna as Abby hands the tube over to the waiting water park attendant, a lanky teenager with a crap ton of zits, who looks bored. As. Shit.

“Have fun sticking it through the tunnel, lover boy.” Her innuendo isn’t lost on me, and my mouth falls open. I mean, it’s one thing for a guy to say shit like that. But a chick? Jesus.

“You sit down first.” The attendant directs Abby and me, sizing me up before pointing down at the tube he’s placed at the entrance of the dark waterslide hole.

It’s a single tube for one rider.

“Don’t we need a double tube?” I ask the kid, confused and wanting to follow the rules.

He sighs like I’ve just inconvenienced him and puts his hands on his hips, clearly irritated. “I don’t know, bro. Do you want a double tube?”

Mother. Fucker.

I feel Abby staring me down, her face flushing from her chest up to her cheeks, willing me not to say anything to the little prick.

“Uh. No, I was just asking.” I actually pout.

“Then sit down,” the little shit-ass says sarcastically, and I want to punch him in his arrogant f*cking face.

I sit down, straddling the tube, not having a chance to adjust the mesh inside my swim trunks so it’s not clinging to my junk, before the kid takes Abby’s hand and assists her onto the tube. Onto my lap.

Horrible idea.

This is worse than “accidentally” grinding into her from behind on the couch this morning, because now she’s sitting directly on top of me, her ass settling in right on top my cock.

I immediately get hard.

“You’re gonna wanna hold on to her, bruh,” the little shit-ass says in another mocking tone, like he can tell I’m afraid to touch her.

I glare at him through narrowed eyes. “Thanks. I got it, bruh,” I bark angrily through clenched teeth, my temperamental ice hockey flare-up only made worse by the raging hard-on in my damp swim trunks.

Abby puts her hands on both my thighs and gives them both a squeeze, twice, imploring. Could you not start anything, please?

Fine. Messaged received.

Then, because I hesitate too long, she reaches down and takes my mammoth hands, directing them to her waist, as if she actually wants them there.

Her bare skin is soft, and before I can stop myself from acting on hormone-powered impulses, I lean forward and press a kiss to her shoulder blade, chuckling, “Sorry about my, uh…”

She shivers and looks back at me with a shy smile. “It’s f-fine.”

Jenna gives a loud-ass, dramatic, and wistful sigh from behind us, just as the little bastard kicks us with the heel of his resort-issue flip-flop, through the water tunnel, and sends us plunging blindly through the dark.

We fly through the tube, my arms wrapped tightly around Abby’s waist, hers securing us both to the tube. I grip her tight as we spiral down, her gasping squeals of delight with every plunge and turn we take in the dark tunnel.

Minutes—maybe only seconds—later, we shoot out into a shallow, waist-deep wading pool, water thrusting us out into the middle so the next tuber doesn’t nail us.

I reach up, squeezing the brim of my wet, backwards ball cap into shape, then begin paddling us out a little further.

We bob there for a few seconds before Abby cranes her head to look at me, embarrassed. “I guess I’ll just… get off.”

She hops down, the water pooling around her waist, and as she adjusts her bikini top, I readjust my hard-on.

Get off.

Sounds about right.





Abby

The day has been amazing. Exciting. Blissful.

I’m floating down the lazy river with all the girls, while the guys are off doing… whatever they’re off doing. I haven’t seen Caleb since we went down that one ride together. Since he hopped down off the tube, scooped me out of the water and waded through it with me in his arms until the pool attendant made us leave the water slide dump zone.

I smile to myself and sigh, remembering Caleb’s arms tightened around my middle and how they continued to linger there even after we were shot out of the tunnel and into the wading pool, holding me against him. Brushing against my wet skin.

Double sigh…

“What part of relaxing were they thinking about when they decided to put a damn waterfall in the middle of the lazy river? Lazy my ass.” Jenna’s voice breaks sarcastically into my daydream before she hops down out of her tube, walking it over to the edge of the manmade canal wall to stay dry. “A man must have designed this stupid ride.”