The gentle waves lapped at his heels, lulling the raft around the pool. The late afternoon sun baked his naked chest. He scooped some water and splashed his skin. The coolness eased the dry feeling and reassured him he hadn’t drifted off into oblivion. He rolled his head on the tiny makeshift air pillow.
The wooden loungers lining the patio conjured all kinds of wet dreams. The red cushions sparked an image of Abigail lying naked in the sun. The mirage tugged on his dick, waking the limp thing up to full attention. His cock had stirred only once in the last week, and that was because he did a solo and had thought Abigail might happen to be on the set somewhere, secretly watching him.
Fists clenched and jaw tight, he let the mirage sway with the heat vapors. Her lush hips rocked to the imaginary song reeling in his head. The private show continued, dragging his thoughts to plead with his dream girl. “Turn over,” he murmured. She rolled over, sticking her round ass up in the air. He could see her bare pussy lips displayed between a set of fucking edible thighs. She dipped her shoulders over the end of the lounger. “Damn, baby.” He licked his dry lips, remembering the sweet taste of that secret flesh. So wet, dripping with need, as he’d teased his tongue inside the tight hole. The raft shifted again. Was it the waves or his hips pumping? With her waist pushing back against him, he could pretend her soft body rocked him up and down.
One peek over her pale shoulder and he was caught. Do you want me, Sean?
“God, yes,” he pleaded. “I want you so bad.”
“Well, thanks, man, but I’ve got a boyfriend,” Ron said and laughed, destroying the fragile mirage Sean had constructed.
Sean looked down. When the fuck had he stuck his hand down his trunks? He splashed a handful of water on his face. The cool water cleared his head a little bit. “Not you, dickhead.”
Ron laughed. “Really? I’m the only other one in the pool, and by the way you were working that boner…”
Sean tipped the raft over, welcoming the prickly sensation from the sudden change in temperature. He took an extra second under the water, holding his breath. A few more seconds and he could sink to the bottom, letting all the frustrations of the last week float away with his soul. The burning in his chest forced his head to pop out of the water.
“Did you say something about my ass?” Sean joked. “I thought I heard you say you wanted to lick my ass?” It felt good to tease Ron. Fuck, it felt good just to talk to somebody.
“Ha-ha. Very funny,” Ron said and splashed Sean in the face. “The only ass I’m licking is the doctor’s.”
Sean sputtered and wiped his face. “My loss.”
“Damn right!” Ron swam over to the wide steps that sank into the shallow end. With elbows perched behind him, he lazily kicked at the water. “So what had your cock all jacked up? Wait, let me guess… A little boss lady with big tits and a love for flips-flops?”
Sean wanted to leap out of the fucking pool and run. He opted to dunk under the water, giving his brain a minute to recover. When he came back up, Ron was still staring at him. “Just zoned out, that’s all. I’m a porn star now, right? Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do, you know, jack off for people?” He smiled but didn’t mean it.
“Give it up, man. You think we couldn’t tell how you looked at her when we were at the bar? Eric even asked if you two were a couple. I know she’s into you. Shit, she can’t sit still for five seconds when she knows you’re coming into the office.”
To hear someone else say it made him feel worse. He’d really fucked up. Nothing was going to make this more bearable. His life had become a cesspool. Worse than the day Ms. Evelyn died. Worse than the morning he’d found his mom. Yeah, the empty hole in his chest was fucking worse than those combined.
His heart had been torn out bit by bit, and hope of ever feeling whole again rode on a tattered edge. The fear of being without Abigail ate away at his mind. He’d caused this. He was the one who’d pushed her away. Now he had to figure out some way to live without the one woman he’d actually wanted to plan a future with.
Ron lifted himself out of the water and sat on the step. “She hasn’t been into work all week. I don’t think she’s been out of bed. Every time I call, she has some excuse not to come out of her apartment. Has she called you?”
Guilt gnawed at his gut like it had since the moment his fist went through her wall. “No,” Sean said. “I haven’t heard from her. She really hasn’t left her apartment?” Worse than everything.
“I don’t think so, and when I talked to her earlier today, she was throwing up. She never gets sick. She drinks that honey, chamomile, vitamin C crap all the time.”