Chapter 43

After our brunch, just as I let Mandy slip from my arms, she halted in the rear doorframe. Clad in a short black skirt and tight pink crop top, one of the tiny outfits she’d unpacked into Debbie’s old bureau, she spun back to face me.

“Umm, I almost forgot. Charles is gonna text later, Jim.” With lips sucked deep inside her mouth, she looked towards her home. “When he asks, please say yes.”

“Okay.”

Did I care what he’d ask? Nope. My Mandy wanted me to agree. So I would.

Sure enough, later that morning, he texted.

Jim, how’d you like to attend our First Annual Traditional End-of-Summer Pool Closing Party?

I chuckled. Two reasons. Duh, the obvious. His title was hilarious. And second, because I never shut down my pool. All the pumps and lines were below the frost level. And if necessary, I swam through ice.

Who’s gonna be there?

My boss, Erville Rivas. A group of folks from the office. You saw some of them at the last party. Might be the last decent weather for a while.

Okay. When?

This afternoon.

At that, I scanned the sky. It was clearing. And the temperature was climbing. Then I looked towards their house. Not that I could see it from my office, but my mind focused.

First, a woman like Mandy. No, she hadn’t forgotten. She’d waited until the last second to mention the event. Second, why’d she been so adamant that I attend?

“Ah, mysteries,” I muttered before chuckling.

She was hot. And mine. And if she wanted me there, I’d be there. Once I arrived, I’d uncover why she’d been reticent.

Which sorta happened.

As the bright afternoon sun heated my shoulders, I walked towards the music and laughter. When I scanned the crowd in their backyard, I discovered one thing. Why she’d been insistent that I attend.

Her tight little body, honed even more by our workouts, was in the tiniest black microkini. Think slender taut strings and three minuscule triangles.

As she pranced around, acting the perfect hostess, every inch of the toned frame she’d developed was on display. With a grin on her face, she was unfazed by the attention all the men paid her. Not to mention the envious or flat-out hostile glances she was getting from the women.

The most focused glare was that of a tall, Nordic-looking beauty. From beneath long straight platinum-blonde hair, brilliant green eyes blazed. And I could imagine the cat-hisses. Based on her furled brows and given the powder blue bikini tight to her pale curves, she was used to being the center of attention.

As he chatted with several older men, Charles seemed oblivious to his wife’s display. And after spotting me, he waved me over. As I turned towards him, the blonde locked those green lasers onto me.

The memory of my first meeting with Kali speared into my mind. Both the utter absence of color in both bodies and the intensity of their gazes. Yeah, I was being assessed.

With thin pink lips glimmering, she sashayed closer. Just as I arrived, she slid onto the arm of a swarthy, stocky man.

“Hey, everyone.” Charles cleared his throat. “For those who haven’t met him. This is Jim. He helped me with the security plan. And is an all-around great guy.”

“Erville. Erville Rivas,” the man with the power blonde on his arm said with a hint of a Spanish accent. Latin American, not from Spain.

Older-looking, duh, and much shorter than me, his lively dark eyes swept over me, also assessing. His black hair, combed back and glistening, didn’t move in the gentle breeze.

After the others introduced themselves, they continued talking. The blonde didn’t say anything. And neither she nor I were listening to their words. A strange, muffled silence united us. But even as she continued scanning me from her companion’s arm, the small nipples atop a full, proud chest poked further.

It was right then that I swallowed a gasp. She’d attended the earlier pool party. Busy with Desi and Susan, while teasing Mandy, I’d not paid her any attention. But she must’ve noticed me. And as her curves pressed against Mr. Rivas, she realized I was correcting my error, and very much paying her attention.

Something else unified us. Behind those eyes. Before Mandy, I’d never have detected it. Well, I might’ve, but it had been a long time. So, it wouldn’t have struck me like it did. A bolt from the blue that had my heart staggering. Her abrupt indecision. Meet my gaze or turn away. Yet, despite that hesitation, there was a clear need. And recognition of, if not what I was, an understanding of what I could do for her.

Pure clarity. Except, it made no sense. I inspected her husband; he didn’t seem the type to dominate someone like her. And when she turned from me, hugging the older man’s arm tighter and chuckling at an inane joke, I was left with even more questions.

With the excuse of finding a drink, I excused myself but slid into the pool. From there, I joined the other men, watching Mandy waltz through the crowd. Wherever she pranced, every bend or slow twist was raising either hard-ons or ire. When she spotted me, she sashayed over with a tray and squatted on her heels to put a tumbler before me.

“God, you look so fucking hot,” I said.

“I wore this for you,” she whispered. “After all, I’m such a naughty little slut, Jim. What did you expect?”

“Hmm”—I gave her a slow inspection—”I expect I need to find a way to fuck you senseless.”

With her grin wavering, she shuddered. But when I glanced beyond her towards the Nordic goddess, she exhaled. The blonde was staring daggers at us.

“Who’s that?” I asked before lifting the glass. It was whiskey; Mandy knew me well. “She’s been eyeball-fucking me this whole time.”

“Cynthia Rivas,” she hissed under her breath. “Wife of Charles’ boss. Likes to be called Cinder, because, quote, she’s so hot, unquote.”

“Got some baggage,” I mumbled and took another sip. “And, um, awfully full of herself, isn’t she?”

“Um-hmm.” Mandy shifted to look at me, then sucked on her lips. “You gonna fuck her?”

At her words, air caught in my throat. And my drink. As I choked, her eyes twinkled.

“What?” She snorted. “You fucked the living shit out of my daughter. And her best friend. In front of me. A couple of times, remember?” She rolled those glossy red lips then sighed. “Told you, I’m happy as a one-cock slut. But that doesn’t mean you can’t fuck who you want, master.”

“You’d be okay with it?” Although I glanced at Cinder, my chest was a steel drum. If we got together, more mysteries would be revealed.

“Um-hmm. Her especially. Bet you’d ruin the over-hyped, snooty bitch.” When I turned to her with my eyebrow arching, she sighed. “Why not? You let me play with Lucy. And you would have let me play with Gary if I’d wanted to, so yes.”

“Okay.” I shrugged. “But let’s see if she’ll bite first. Put your hand on my shoulder and laugh like I just told you a hilarious joke.”

When she complied, cackling, and throwing her head back, Cinder’s entire face flushed. And despite the distance, her nipples were visible through the small blue swimsuit’s thin top.

“Oh, yeah.” I chortled, even though my core iced. “She’s locked on.”

“Okay, I’ll get her into the kitchen.” Mandy flashed me that impish grin.

“You’re such a slut.” I shifted my hand to give the string of her bikini a swift tug. Her mouth widened, unleashing a whimper. “I think we should share.”

“Do you love me?” She whispered before gnawing her lips.

“You know the answer to that,” I replied while nodding.

With her eyes shimmering, she straightened, giving me a clear view of the perky tits dangling in those tiny black triangles. When I mouthed “slut,” she giggled before turning and sashaying towards the house. Yes, there was an extra swing in those slender hips.

Once she’d disappeared, I left the pool. With Cinder continuing to glance my way, I held in a chuckle. Time for a show. Mine. And I eased a towel over my frame. Add in a few slow bends and a twist or two, and her looks were far more obvious when I’d tossed the towel aside and returned to my whiskey.

When Mandy reappeared, she wasted no time approaching Cinder. And after exchanging only a few words, they headed into the house.

With a muted sigh, I drained the last of the drink and sauntered through the crowd as if searching for a refill. Once I stepped into the chilly air conditioning, I spotted the pair.

In the kitchen, Mandy was facing me while Cinder had her toned pale back to me. Both stood beyond a tall counter lined with bar stools.

Nobody else was around. And with a quiet but lengthy exhale, I crept nearer. After easing my glass to the surface behind Cinder, I winked at Mandy.

When she turned to the refrigerator, I stepped closer. At the touch of my frame on her back, Cinder jumped. But before she could react, I slid a hand along her stomach. And my widespread fingers pressed her spine into me.

Obvious, the stiffening rod in my trunks throbbed between her firm bikini-clad buns. At the swift sucking of her lips and twisting thrust of her rear backwards against me, I sighed. Okay, the immense risk had paid off.

While staring at Mandy, still busy in the fridge, the tall blonde’s thin toned frame ground against me. When my fingers squeezed her once more, she quivered and rolled her head to gaze at me.

No words passed between us as I reached past her to find her phone. After lifting my hand from her, I typed in my number. And when I leaned close to her ear, her breathing raced.

“Text me when you want this,” I whispered while giving her a slow, forceful thrust.

Then turned and walked away. With a grin, I stepped outside and returned to the pool. Alone, I drifted among floating chairs and rafts. Most were empty, as Charles was feeding the guests near his grill. My mind whirled. Not just whether Cinder would text. But that close to her, whatever drew her to me was powerful. Then again, maybe I was misreading her. She’d simply been too terrified to move.

But while paddling, I froze in mid-stroke. Self-awareness strikes at the strangest times. I’d given her the choice. If I’d been a monster—using some unnatural power—I’d have dragged her into a bedroom and taken her. That, at least, had a thin grin sliding onto my face.

And just then, as if the Gods had heard, a sudden, but heavy downpour struck. Guests splashed from the pool, while others, plates in hand, streamed from the grill to get inside. Warm, it was more of a sun shower and didn’t last long.

And at the sound of heels clicking closer, I turned to find Mandy marching for the pool’s broad steps. After kicking off the glossy black pumps, she entered the water and waded to a plastic inflatable raft. A garish orange, it was slender.

“Tormented enough men and pissed off enough women for the day?” I chortled.

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