Chapter 63

Before Cattie had even made it over to Heather, Wanda had extricated herself from her conversation with Heels and one of the college guys and quickly walked over to me. She was still wearing those baggy athletic shorts, which I had to assume was to hide her ass from the random guys, along with her red bikini top and sunglasses.

“Hey there, sailor,” she said with a grin. She slid her butt onto the wide armrest of the Adirondack chair and leaned her elbows onto her knees and her chin in her palms.

“If I’m the sailor, does that make you the lady I’ve got back in port?” I asked.

She laughed, her grin flashing. “Maybe it does,” she said.

I reached up and took one of her arms, and she sat up as I began to massage her hand softly in both of mine. “What exactly did Wanda say to you to get you over here so fast?” I asked.

“She said that our favourite guy needed to be entertained,” Wanda said, and took her hand from mine and stood back up. “Sit forward. You keep putting those hands to work for someone else, now it’s my turn.”

I followed her orders and sat my butt forward on the chair, and she climbed up behind me and slid her legs under the arms so that I was sitting between her legs.

“Now lean back slowly,” she said, putting her hands on my shoulders. I could hear the smile in her voice as she guided me back until I was leaning back against her chest, the breasts pressed against me lightly as I stopped short of putting my actual weight on her. “There it is,” she said quietly in my ear and started kneading my neck.

“Mmgh,” I said, wincing as she found a knot quickly.

“Jesus, Robbie. You are tense as hell.”

“Yeah, I’m a little ... stressed,” I admitted.

“Too bad we can’t take care of it in a more fun way,” she whispered in my ear.

I couldn’t help but smile at the implication.

“Now,” she continued as her fingers pressed higher up to my hairline. “What’s on your mind?”

“A lot,” I said.

“Do better than that,” she urged me. “I know you can. I have a hard enough time getting my husband to open up about his feelings. I’m not looking to enter the arena to drag yours out, too.”

“I’m a worrier,” I said. “Cassidy told you. I’ve got Older Sibling tendencies.”

“Who are you worried about?” she prodded. “I’m right here. Where’s Cassidy?”

“Taking a nap down in our room. I’m not worried about her right now,” I said.

“I hear a ‘But’ in there,” Wanda said. Her fingers moved up higher into my hair massaging the back of my scalp. “When do you worry about her?”

“Never,” I said. “At least, not before...”

“Before you found out she cheated,” Wanda finished for me.

I nodded, and she pushed her fingers higher and firmer along my scalp and through my hair. “I’m still thinking about that,” she said. “Whether it’s a good idea if we do anything else.”

“I understand,” I said. “It’s a lot.”

“I’m not saying no,” she clarified. “God, Robbie, you and her together? You’re magnetic. I’d want to sleep with you either way, but I think I’ve gotten wet by accident more than a couple of times today thinking about last night.”

I reached back and patted her outer thigh. “I have to admit, I’ve been thinking about you as well.”

“Good,” Wanda said, her voice getting a little huskier as she whispered again. “Because if I do decide to do more, I hope you’ll be ready too.”