Chapter 23 Chapter 23

Chapter 23 Chapter 23

Skylar

We walked into the beach house; girls were all lined up in bikinis with cups in their hands.
Moreover, what was a party without alcohol? Not that I drank, though; I would always choose coke and ice cream any time, any day.

We had gotten the attention of the others, because they were looking at us, and Troy drew me closer so that our bodies gummed against each other.

He was tall, and I think I just reached him at his under chin, so pulling close like that felt like those times I was little and Susannah would take me to the mall during Christmas so I could take a picture with Santa Claus.

Troy felt like Santa, while I was that little girl grinning at the camera.

We crossed them moving to where the pool was. I wasn't ready to swim, or rather, I didn't have the intention to swim, ever.

Troy laid out on one of those bench seats and was trying to leave to go look for some other spot when his hands encircled mine.

“You said you wanted to make your stepbrother jealous,” he said it in such a low tone so that the others wouldn't hear us. He gave me an eye and I immediately took the signal. I looked opposite, and there Tiffany was applying sunscreen on Leo.

I nodded, sitting down close to him so we could hatch a plan, and somehow the plan was right in front of me, but I chose not to see it.

He handed me the sunscreen, and I rolled my eyes at him. Was he insane? How did he expect me to smear this all over his skin in public?

“Don't tell me, you write all that erotica but have no experience,” he teased, his eyes challenging mine, and one thing with Skylar Walter, she doesn't back down on a challenge, especially when it has to do with Troy.

If he was expecting me to bluff that I was a virgin and he was the first guy I even came close to as to kiss ... .Never.

“Give that to me.” I said, snatching the cream from his hands and standing so he lay on his back, once he had properly stretched.

I sat above him so that my buttocks were sitting directly on his abdomen or maybe dick.

Tiffany was looking at me with angry-looking eyes, while Leo, well, he had a condescending look on his face, not like I cared.

I poured a bit on my palm, then spread it across his chest; they were very hard and sculpted. They weren't plain like that of Leo; he had hairs all over, and the tendrils gave a ticklish feeling when you smeared cream.

When I made to drop the cream to the floor, he held onto my waist firmly. I felt an adrenaline shot as my body sizzled and the hairs around my neck rose. He was looking up to me, and his lips were in a smirk. I really wanted to kiss him.

Kissing him didn't feel good; it felt right, but I was scared that if I did I wouldn't want to stop, so I focused on his chest, but that was tempting.

I had to think of something to stop myself from doing anything stupid.

On the other side, Tiffany was on top of Leo, and she was fuming and applying cream over Leo in a languid manner at first.

I didn't mind her, because I knew she was just doing it to spite me. She still believed I liked Leo, and nothing was going to make her think otherwise. She always had a knack for the truth, and that was the only good quality I think she had.

I turned to look at him again, and this time, Leo had a white cast all over his chest, and she wasn't even concentrating, and he was trying to gasp for breath.

It was more of a CPR than it was sunscreening; I really felt bad for him, but he deserved it.

It was looking like a competition from what I could see, so I gave her my best.

One of the guys who had been watching from the onset yelled.

“I think it's getting heated over there,” and everyone turned their gazes at us.

This time I knew a competition when I saw one; it wasn't about being fast, it was more about going soft, and that I was.

The cream suddenly dropped on Troy's abdomen, and I was subconsciously smearing it when he said, “Hope you do not have intentions of having sex with me out here.” I slapped off his hands, which were resting on my butt, while calling him a “pervert.”

“Now, it's your turn,” he said, and I wondered what he meant. I stood so he could stand while he gestured, and I lay on my back.

He grabbed the cream, raising my right leg to the air and applying cream to it. I suppressed the moan at the back of my throat.

Then his hands came lower, down to my knee, and I knew I was going to go insane if he continued that way.

Leo stood on his feet, not giving Tiffany time to maintain her stamina as she fell on her butt to the hard butt.

Her eyes blazed at me, and I wondered how I was wrong; her boyfriend clearly doesn't have any regard for her—that was what it meant. Or did I need to also tell her that?

“What the hell do you think you are doing to my sister, Troy?” Leo questioned. He was ready for a fight, and I prayed Troy wasn’t going to give him any.

“Your sister, who is my girlfriend—bro, I am applying suncream so she doesn't get burnt; that is what I am doing”,

Leo's nose flared; there was nothing wrong with what Troy had done—not like he was sexualizing me or something.

To me he said, “I need to talk to you.”

This time Troy stepped before me, “She goes nowhere.”

I had to touch his hands before he turned to look at me; we didn't need to say anything—our eyes spoke.

He stepped back, going into the house and combing his hand through his hair.

We didn't need to say it aloud; I had promised not to break any of our rules, and that was it, but I knew I was wrong. I was actually following Leo because it had been so long since he had noticed me. I knew he was an asshole, but this was tempting, his attention, I mean.

Was he starting to see me differently? Did he regret not standing up for me that day? These thoughts kept crossing through my mind, and I was minutes away from knowing the truth.