The Wild Ones (The Wild Ones #1)(26)
Author: M. Leighton

“She’d kill me, Jenna. We can’t take that chance.”

Jenna sighs heavily, like she’s so put upon. “Fine. Skivvies then. I didn’t bring a suit and neither did Rusty.”

I arch one brow. That’s a pretty convenient excuse. I turn to Trick. He holds his hands up.

“Don’t look at me. As long as your dad doesn’t find out, I don’t care either way. I don’t have trunks regardless.”

My mouth goes dry thinking about seeing Trick standing on the edge of my pool, water dripping off his body, his underwear plastered to his body. In some ways, that picture is far more appealing, partly because I can’t really imagine what he looks like naked. I’m sure it’s glorious, though. Not that I’ve been looking, but his jeans fit pretty snugly in the crotch.

I look back at Jenna. Her eyes are sparkling with excitement and she’s nodding her head in encouragement.

“Come on, Cam! Live a little.”

“Fine, but we have to be quiet. Not a lot of splashing, okay? We’ll just cool off a little and then come back down here.”

Everyone agrees and, although I’m concerned about Drogheda finding us, I know deep down that she’d never do anything to hurt me. My secrets are always safe with her.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR – Trick

I can’t help but be a little worried that my dick is making decisions I really shouldn’t be going along with. Even as we’re walking up to the main house, I’m telling myself this is a mistake, that if we get caught and Jack finds out, I’ll be out on my ass. And that would be a disaster. But still, I follow Cami through the wrought iron gate that surrounds the pool.

She walks around the pool to the shallow end and stops. I stop beside her and we wait for Jenna and Rusty to catch up. They’re giggling and whispering the whole way.

From the corner of my eye, I see Cami fidget. At first, it appears to be a nervous thing. But when I glance at her, she looks at me and smiles. It’s a bright smile. Bright and …excited, which makes me think it’s not all bad nerves. In fact, it makes me twitch a little in my jeans, which is never a good thing when I’m getting ready to strip down in front of mixed company.

Without even pausing, Jenna pulls her shirt over her head then reaches for Rusty’s. While they’re all wrapped up in removing each other’s clothes, I turn more toward Cami.

“Are you sure you’re up for this?”

She takes a deep breath and grins at me. “Yep. You?”

I nod. “Yep.”

She puts one small hand on my arm and looks me in the eye. “It’ll be fine, you know. Drogheda would never tell on me, so you don’t need to worry, okay?”

She’s worrying about me worrying? Now I feel bad for telling her how important this job is.

“I’m not worried,” I assure her. “I trust you.”

Her smile is sweet and pleased and it makes me want to kiss her. Hell, everything she does makes me want to kiss her.

“Good. You should.”

As if she’s making her point, Cami takes a few steps back and pulls her shirt over her head. She does it quickly and then holds it in front of her and waits. That’s my cue to shed a piece of clothing, too.

In the brightness of the full moon, I can see her eyes twinkling devilishly. She’s so coy. So damned adorably coy.

God, it would be so much fun to have her all to myself for one night. Just one night. Maybe that would be enough to get her out of my system.

“All right then, Mr. Rock Hard Abs, show me what you got,” she demands teasingly.

She doesn’t have to ask me twice! Grabbing a handful of shirt behind my neck, I pull it over my head. But I throw mine on one of the white lounge chairs, sort of like upping the ante a little. Her eyes flicker down my chest and stomach. My muscles tighten. I see her gaze drop lower then hurry back to my face. She’s curious. She wants to look, she wants to see what’s under my jeans, but she’s trying not to show it. I bite back a groan.

What I wouldn’t give to carry her off to someplace more private…

Slowly, she pulls her arms away from her chest and holds her shirt out by her fingertips then drops it onto a chair. I have to clamp my lips shut to keep my mouth from dropping open when I see the little purple scrap of lace that’s covering the most perfectly firm flesh I think I’ve ever seen. I can even see the outline of her ni**les. The fact that they’re hard makes me want to squirm.

When I look up at her face, she isn’t smiling anymore. Her expression looks like I feel—hot and bothered and about as close as I’ve ever come to ripping someone’s clothes off.

She isn’t moving. She’s just staring at me. Like, right at me. Her eyes aren’t leaving mine. And there’s something about the intensity of her look that makes me feel like some kind of animal.

Just to tease her, I bend down and pull off my boots, kicking them to the side. My socks follow. I see her lips curve and she kicks off her own shoes and gives them a nudge. Then she’s watching me again, all serious and…hungry. It’s like we both know we’re getting down to business. And that excites me.

I reach for the button of my jeans and I pop it loose. Her eyes drop to my hands and I slowly slide the zipper down. My jeans hang a little on my hips, so when I let them go, they fall into a heap around my ankles. I step out of them and straighten to watch her look me over.

Her eyes start at my bare feet and move slowly up my calves and thighs. My balls tighten when she gets to my crotch. Her eyes stay there for a lot longer than what they should. It makes my pulse pick up speed.

Holy shit, that’s hot!

“I guess it’s a good thing I wore underwear today,” I say glibly, anything to break the tension. I’m not sure how much more I can take of Cami’s teasing torture and still act like a responsible adult.

Her eyes fly to my face and her mouth drops open. “You don’t normally?”

I shake my head. Even in the silvery light of the moon, I can see her cheeks darken. I know she’s blushing.

“Tonight is not a good night for you to be doing stuff like that.”

“Stuff like what?” she asks, a little breathlessly, which also turns me on.

Dammit!

“Stuff like looking me over as if you wanna lick every square inch of me and then blushing about it. It’s taking every bit of willpower I have and then some not to come over there and kiss you.”

“But you don’t want to do that.” I don’t know if it’s a statement or a question.