What Friends Are For(22)

“I wonder how long everyone will stay,” she said as she leaned her head on his shoulder.

“Why?” he asked. “You have something going on later?”

“Well, I told you that we went to the toy store, right?”

“Yeah, I seem to recall you mentioning that.”

“I picked up a little something while I was there, something that I think you might enjoy trying out with me.”

“What’s that?” he cleared his throat and asked.

“I picked up this set of beads. I think they’re packaged as anal love beads.”

“Oh fuck, Jacey,” he groaned.

“Oh, I’m hoping we get to that later,” she whispered, going up on her toes to nip his earlobe.

“Whose idea was this cookout anyways?” he muttered.

She laughed. “I guess I shouldn’t tell you about the hot little red-and-black number I brought to wear for you tonight then, huh?”

“Unless you don’t mind our friends seeing just how happy I am right now, you might want to hold those thoughts for later.”

“Hey, you two,” Dee yelled. “Come in and play for a bit.”

“Yeah, Jonas,” Jacey teased. “Come in and play for a bit.”

Jonas groaned. “Damn, woman, you’re going to kill me.”

Jacey laughed and reached up to take his glasses off and lay them aside. Then, grabbing his hand, she pulled him toward the side of the pool. “We can at least get wet before you have to check the grill again. Besides, I have a feeling you might need to cool off.”

“Vixen,” he murmured and pulled her to stand in front of him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close against his chest.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she said. “I’m ready.”

With his arms around her she was ready for anything. Together they stepped off the edge. They came up smiling and Jacey turned around to wrap her arms and legs around her man.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy,” she confessed.

“Me either. And this is only the beginning, Jacey,” he promised. “It’ll only get better from here.”

“Better,” she sighed. Everything was better now that Jonas was so much more than a friend.