Sid slung an arm around me, grinning with a youthful joy I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen in him. “Yep.”
“Just please don’t break up.” Caden groaned dramatically, clasping his hands in prayer. “It’ll be even more awkward than watching you pretend you’re just friends for the past, well, forever.”
I snorted. “Yes, Cade, we’ll make sure we plan for your comfort wherever possible.”
“That’s all I ask,” he answered serenely.
Sid reached over and socked him in the shoulder. “You and Danny want to come up and hang out tomorrow? That place has amazing acoustics. We could play.”
Caden cocked a brow at his brother. “Oh, so you’re staying up there now, huh?”
Suddenly the walls became very interesting to me as I felt myself blush.
“For the time being,” Sid answered.
Caden looked at both of us, nodding thoughtfully. “Well, I don’t know about hauling my drum kit up there, but I wouldn’t turn down a home-cooked meal.”
I laughed. “Is that all you need me for?”
His expression grew uncharacteristically serious, though he threw in a casual shrug. “All right. I miss you and your spaghetti.”
With Caden, that was about as far as his sentiment went, and I’d take it.
“I just made you spaghetti.” I grinned.
He shrugged. “Well, it’s really good spaghetti, what do you want me to say?”
Sid turned to me, humor lighting his eyes. “It is really good.”
I groaned. “Fine. I’ll make spaghetti tomorrow night.”
“We’ll be there. Do I get garlic bread again?” Caden asked.
Sid’s brows lifted as he looked at me. “You made garlic bread?”
I threw up my hands. “Fine, and garlic bread. Again.”
****
“Want to take a swim?” Sid surprised me by asking as we finished dinner.
I’d always been comfortable in my own skin, but there was something about parading in front of Sid in a bikini that made me feel a little bit shy. “Um, sure,” I agreed, somewhat reluctantly.
He cocked his head to the side. He’d sensed my hesitation, and I could see him debating whether or not to address it.
“I’ll meet you out there,” I said abruptly, before he could say anything. I brought my plate to the sink and headed to my room to change.
“The black one, you think?” I asked Trixie as she sat on my bed watching me. Sid’s stuff was still upstairs, and I appreciated the few minutes to collect myself. We’d spent nearly every moment together and the sexual tension between us had been like a slow burn all day. I felt wound up and yet exhausted at the same time. “Maybe the white one?” I deliberated, holding them both up for inspection.
When I’d packed my suits I hadn’t anticipated having company—especially not the Sid kind of company.
I padded outside with a towel wrapped firmly around me. Sid was already in the pool, watching my approach with blatant interest.
With more confidence than I actually felt, I dropped the towel. The black bikini Trixie hadn’t helped pick out left little to the imagination.
“Fuck.” He groaned, his gaze hooded as he licked his lips. “Come here.”
His guttural command sent a thrill through me as I stepped into the surprisingly warm water. I moved down to the second step, the water lapping at my knees.
In two short strokes, he was below me, clasping my waist and pulling me all the way in.
I shrieked, wrapping my arms around his neck. His face was inches from mine, his look so intent it stopped me short. “I was coming in,” I protested with a small smile.
“Not fast enough.” He shook his head before taking my mouth in a searing kiss. His large hands clasped the backs of my thighs, hoisting me so that I wrapped my legs around his waist. The feel of his erection against my core had me gasping, desperate for more. His tongue licked into my mouth, taking what he wanted without hesitation or apology.
I rolled my hips, shocked that I was so close already. It had always been relatively hard for me to get there, but with Sid, it felt like all he had to do was look at me.
His hand moved between us, slipping inside my bikini bottoms.
“Please,” I whimpered when his fingers began a teasing stroke. “I’m so close,” I breathed.
“Love the way you light up for me, babe,” he growled. “Like a living spark.”
“Only with you,” I admitted on a groan. “Oh, God, Sid.” I threw my head back as my orgasm washed over me.
He held me tightly as I shuddered in his arms. I lifted my head to look in his eyes. “I want to taste you. Please, Sid, I have to,” I added, licking my lips. My hands went to his swim trunks, pulling them low as I clasped him firmly in my hand. He was hard and thick and I was starving for him. “Sit on the edge,” I commanded, gesturing to the side of the pool.