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“I can do that for you.” Hollis sticks out his leg. “Go ahead, hump away.”
“Dude, a shred of self-respect.”
“He’s right,” Melony adds. “Maybe if you weren’t so desperate, I’d be more interested.”
“So the fact that I’m a five-time Olympic gold medalist with a part-time modeling contract and a nice-sized bank account does nothing for you? I have to play hard to get to gather your interest? Well then, game on, baby.” He winks and then turns to me. “I’m hungry, jackass. Can you stop making out with Paisley and start grilling? I think this light beer is going to my head.”
“Not surprised.” I reach behind my girl, grab the cutting board and steaks, and bring them out to the grill while everyone follows behind. Hollis and Melony—reluctantly—sit by the pool, their feet dangling in the water.
Paisley comes up next to me and wraps her arm around my waist, looking up at me with pride in her eyes. I place the steaks on the grill, lower the hood, and then turn to her.
“What’s that look for?” I ask, kissing her on the nose.
“I’m proud of you.”
I point to my chest. “Little old me?”
“Yes, you.” She laughs and pinches my side. “I’m sorry I couldn’t stay through the entire meet.”
“You already explained yourself.” I rest my palm on her cheek. “It’s fine.”
“I still feel terrible. I really wanted to be there for you. Bellini was being a massive cad the entire time.”
“No need to hash it out again, baby. Lucky for you, Bellini won’t be able to escape the games in Rio. Not only will the camera crew for the show be there, but, so will all the network cameras. She’s going to have to stay the entire time, and so will you. The trials weren’t that big of a deal. What really matters is what happens in Rio.”
“Damn right!” Hollis calls out from his position. “The dorms better be nice this year.”
“I heard they don’t have air conditioning,” Paisley says, stopping both Hollis and myself.
“What?” we say at the same time.
Wincing with regret from her statement, Paisley says, “Uh, I read an article about it the other day. They cut out air conditioning because of expenses.”
“There will be no air conditioning, in Rio, during the summer?” I ask, dumbfounded.
“No.”
“What the hell!” Hollis shouts. “How do they expect us to survive with no air conditioning? We’re going to melt at night.”
Melony deadpans, “Do you see why I won’t sleep with you? You’re too much of a lady.”
“Because I demand to be comfortable at night? Well then, color me purple. Sorry that I would prefer to have a restful night’s sleep before a big competition. And you know what?” Hollis loops his fingers in his jeans. “Want me to prove I’m not a lady, I will give you an eyeful right here, right now.”
“Not necessary,” Melony says, quickly covering her eyes.
Cutting in before things get out of hand, Paisley adds, “I heard you could buy an air-conditioning unit for your room if you want, though.”
Visibly Hollis and I relax. “Well, that will be the best money I ever spend.” Looking over at me, Hollis asks, “Steaks ready?”
***
The moon shines through the white linen curtains blowing over my window. Paisley runs her fingertips along my stomach, and while her head is nestled on my chest, I play with her silky strands.
Tonight was exactly what I needed: some fun with friends only to quickly kick them out after dinner so I could bury myself ball deeps in my girl. Her panting, the curse words that flew out of her mouth, the incoherent sounds she made while she was coming all over my cock, were not only memorable, but they are now ingrained in my mind.
“Do you know what’s weird?” she asks.
“Umm . . . that I already want to turn you over and fuck you from behind?”
