Society Girls: Waverly (8 page)

“Yes,” I say through gritted teeth. “She begged me to forgive her. I didn’t, and I still don’t. Thankfully, she seems to have found someone else to keep her in the lifestyle I made her accustomed to, and her cheating is his problem now.”

“You keep track of her then.”

Damn it all to Hell. “I may hear about her from time to time.”

“No. You actively seek out the information, don’t you?”

“Why do you ask me questions you don’t really want the answer to?”

“I need to know. I may not want to, but I
need
to.”

I’m angry, and so yet again, I lie to her. “Fine. Yes. I ask about her. I would probably take her back—to my bed at least—if the opportunity arose. Is that what you
needed
to hear?”

She shakes her head, and I see the hurt in her eyes. “Thank you for being honest. You should probably eat the rest of your fish before it gets cold.”

“Wave.”

“It’s fine. I’m the one who asked. Let’s finish our lunch, and go to the pool.”

“I wouldn’t touch her if she was the last woman on Earth.”

“What?” she asks, her head snapping up so she can look me in the eye. “You said you wanted her.”

“I was angry about having to answer you. The truth is, I check on her sometimes to make sure she’s far away from me. I don’t want anything to do with her.”

“That’s the real truth?”

“Yes. I’m sorry I lied. I just really don’t want to talk about her with you. I know it’s you job, but I just want my girlfriend right now.”

“You’re not upset the coach called me that?”

“Nope. I love it.”

“Me too.”

I take her hand and kiss it before finishing my lunch. We share some mousse and toffee before heading a few miles away to the pool complex. Sea Point has been named one of the most beautiful pools in the world. There are actually three pools, but only one is for training. There are splash pools, and when the tide is high, the ocean crashes into the pools, which is why they are seawater and not chlorinated.

“The pools will probably be salty They filter the water, but I doubt they get it all out. If it messes with your hair or something, I’ll help you wash it out later.”

“Is this your way of trying to get me to shower with you?”

“It’s an added bonus, but I really just wanted to play in the water with you.”

“We should use our pool more often. Or your little private one.”

“We should. We will,” I promise, taking her hand. I love holding her hand.

After splitting up so she can change, and I can put my wallet and shirt in a locker, I wait for her outside. I’m in board shorts, although my Speedo would fit right in here. The American in me just can’t do it—walk around a beach or non-competitive pool in a banana hammock. I get some looks, so I know I’m recognized, but with my sunglasses on, no one can make eye contact with me.

“Ready?” I hear from behind me.

When I turn, my mouth goes dry. How many sexy bathing suits does this woman own? Many more is what I’m hoping. Today’s suit is black again. It’s got thick black straps, molded bra cups, and zippers on the high-waisted bottoms. She has that floppy hat she mentioned tilted to one side, and her red curls pulled over her other shoulder. Black flip flops with a little heel, and a locker key around her neck complete the look.

“You’re going to kill me. You know that, right?”

She smiles brightly. “You like my suit.”

“I
love
your suit so much that if we were alone, you’d be coming already. Those zippers, babe. Damn.”

“If we were alone, you’d be coming, too,” she tells me, grabbing my hand and pulling me with her as she saunters over to the towel rental and pulls some bills from her cleavage. Dead. My heart just stopped, and I think I’m dead. Not a saint by a long shot, but still dead.

W
averly

We’ve been having fun, swimming and kissing for the last couple of hours. Knox plays with the zippers on my bikini bottoms when we’re in deeper water, but he hasn’t tried anything else, probably because I keep giving him death glares when he pulls them down too far. Now I know why he was sharing that look with Cohen—he probably thought he could get away with some kind of sexy time in the public pool. Not happening.

We’re splashing each other in one of the shallow pools when I hear it. I haven’t spoken Afrikaans in years, but as my native language, I will never forget it. I whip my head around, and tell the teenage boys not to talk that way. They jump back, obviously surprised and embarrassed that I heard them. They apologize, and swim away.

“That was seriously hot. You don’t usually even speak with an accent unless we’re out, but hearing you speak in another language…just, yeah.”

“My accent has been coming out?” I hadn’t noticed, but I should have. I’m slipping, and that’s not good. My guard should not be down enough for me to speak with an accent.

“Yeah. When you’re around the people from here, you do.” Knox moves closer to whisper so only I can hear him. “When you come, it’s really strong. I love hearing you say my name with your accent.”

“Good to know.”

“What did they say? I think I heard my name before you yelled at them. You
were
yelling, right?”

I don’t want to tell him, because I handled it myself. “It doesn’t matter.”

“If you’re saying that, it probably does. Please tell me.”

I’m glad my sunglasses are on, so I can look away while still facing him. “They were saying they couldn’t believe you would be with someone who looked like me.”

“Hot and sexy like you?”

“No, and you know it.”

“Little bastards. I should go kick their asses.”

“And go to jail for beating up teenagers?”

“Hell yeah. You’re gorgeous, and anyone who can’t see that is an idiot.”

“That was you a few weeks ago.”

“Nope. I was attracted to you from the moment you walked in. My assholery had nothing to do with your hotness. I may not have thought you were in shape, but I never doubted your beauty.”

“There’s a compliment in there somewhere.”

“You know I have trouble saying things correctly.”

I pull him in and kiss him lightly on the lips. “I do know. I got what you meant. Thank you.”

“No. Thank
you
for making me see what a closed-minded jerk I was.”

“I promise to do that whenever necessary.”

“I have no doubt. Ready to go put your feet in the ocean?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

We slip on our shoes to walk down to the beach. Once we’re close, we take them off again, and hold them in our free hands as our other ones intertwine with each other. The water of the Indian Ocean is warm, but it still feels refreshing as the sun beats down on us.

“There’s a party this weekend. I’d love it if you could be my date. There will be paparazzi, but I could try and keep you safe.”

“Cohen said it’s for human trafficking?”

“Yeah. It’s a new organization. The wife of the billionaire who started it has a personal interest in the cause.”

I have a very personal interest as well, but I’m not ready to tell him that yet. Or maybe ever. We’ve got an end date to this, and he doesn’t need the information to do his job. Yeah, it’s a double standard, but a cheating girlfriend is very different than what I’m hiding.

“I’ll ask Reina if I can go. I’d love to if she says I can.”

“What else did Cohen tell you?” he asks, sounding nervous.

“We talked about the threats, you getting never ending blowjobs at the party with the first threat, and about us leaving Africa in less than two weeks.”

“Shit.”

“I knew all about the first parts, but I should’ve been aware of the last bit of info. If not as your girlfriend, then definitely as your bodyguard.”

“You’re right. I knew I had to tell you, but I didn’t want this to end. We’ve had ups and downs here, but just being here with you, even when you’re mad at me, has been better than a lot of things in my life. I know things will change once we’re back in the States, and I don’t want them to.”

“They’ll only change if we let them.”

“I won’t let them if you won’t.”

“Deal.”

“We’ve been making a lot of those lately.”

“All good ones, though.”

“Yeah, they are.”

He pulls me to him, and kisses me senseless while the waves lap at our feet. My heart feels like it’s going to burst from my chest, it’s so full. I love this man, and there’s nothing I can do to keep him. Well, I could give up everything I’ve fought so hard for, but if I did that, would I still be me? And would I resent him? I don’t know the answer to either of those questions, and that’s what scares me most of all.

K
nox

Today was great, but I’m going to have to make up for the missed training tonight. As much as I want to just hang out in the daybed or an
actual
bed with Waverly, neither one of us would be okay with me abandoning my training. I kiss her longer than I should, and leave her on the outdoor couch while I start my laps.

I tune out everything around me when I race, because I have to. There’s nothing but me and the water. It has to be that way in order for me to compete at the level I want to be at, and so I train the same way. I swim lap after lap, pushing myself when it feels right, and pulling back if I feel anything off with my body. I know my body better than anyone, and I’ve learned to listen to it.

Two hours later, I lift my head from the water, and look to my girl. She’s hanging up her phone, and smiling at me. “Reina said I can go with you. I’ve been photographed already as part of your team. She did tell me to remember your promise. What did you promise her?”

“That’s between Reina and me. State secrets and all,” I tell her as I pull myself out of the pool and drop onto the couch next to her.

“I’ve been extensively trained in ways to make a man—or woman—tell me what I want to know. Do you really want me to use those skills on you?”

“Society skills? No. Womanly skills? Well, I’d sure like you to do what you can to make me talk.”

Something dark passes over her face, but she smiles to hide it. “You need sleep.”

“I need you. Are you going to deny me in my vulnerable state?”

“Vulnerable? You are never more powerful than when you’ve been in the water.”

“You see that?”

“Of course I do.”

“Of course you do,” I agree, standing up and holding my hand out to her. “Let me take you to bed, Waverly. We’ll do anything, or nothing. I just want to have you in my arms.”

“Yes,” she answers, placing her hand in mine.

I don’t know what she’s agreeing to, but having her in my bed is enough for me. We hold hands as we walk past the kitchen, and into my retreat. I stop inside the bedroom door, waiting for her to tell me what we’re doing.

“You promised to wash my hair,” she says, pushing the top of her outfit down.

She takes off the belt and then drops it all the way to the floor. She kept her bathing suit on under the shorts thing, and my mouth waters as I zero in on her zippers once again. If she wants a shower, she’s going to get one. Lord knows, I want to be in the water with her again. Alone this time.

“Yes, I did. You’ll have to make do with my shampoo, though.”

She shakes her head. “I brought mine in here while you were swimming.”

“Did you now? What else did you do in here?” I ask as I reach out and run my fingers over her bikini top, feeling her nipples harden beneath me. “Did you go through my drawers? My medicine cabinet?”

“No.”

I dip my fingers under the fabric, and run my fingers over her bare skin, skimming my way down to a nipple. “You did something though, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“What did you do, Wave?” I pull the molded cup down, and give her nipple a quick flick of my tongue.

“I-I laid down on the bed, and sniffed your pillow. I love the way you smell.”

I keep teasing both her nipples while my hands start to play with the zippers down below. “How do I smell?”

“Like chlorine, the beach, and the woods all rolled together.”

“It’s a mix of the pool, my shampoo, and my deodorant.”

“Sexy, and all you. Only you smell like that.”

Damn. “Is that all you did?”

“Yes. I promise. I wanted to wait for you to do anything else.”

“You saved your orgasms for me?” I suck lightly on her neck as I ask her the question.

“I did.”

“Good, because I want them all.”

“They’re yours. I’m yours, Make love to me, Knox.”

My hands still inside the open zippers on her bikini bottoms. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.”

I take her mouth as I think about how I want to do this. Taking her virginity isn’t something light, and easy. She deserves romance and candles. Maybe rose petals. I don’t have rose petals, but I have candles in the spa room.

“I’ll be back,” I say, pulling back from her.

“What?”

“I need to get something.”

“Condoms?”

“No. I have those. I need to get some candles.”

She smiles at me, and cups my cheeks with her hands. “I don’t need candles.”

“You deserve to be romanced, not ravaged,” I tell her, looking down to where I’ve pulled her bathing suit cups down and unzipped her bottoms. She looks so fucking sexy, but what I’ve done to her so far wouldn’t be considered romantic by any stretch of the imagination.

“Why don’t we just find somewhere in the middle? Wash my hair for me, and then take me to your bed.”

I reach behind her and undo the clasp on her top before pulling the straps down, and letting it drop to the floor. Her bottoms come next, and then mine. Once we’re both gloriously naked, I take her hand and lead her to my shower. When the water is the right temperature, I pull her inside the big open space with me, and kiss her again and again, until I give in to the urge I have to look at her.

With one wall of glass, two of stone, and open to my private pool on the other side, this shower has always been cool. With Waverly naked inside of it, it’s become amazing. I just watch the water sliding over her curves as she stands here waiting for me. I know I need to do something, but right now, I just want to look.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“So are you,” she says, reaching out to run her hands over my chest and abs.

I kiss her once more, because I feel like my life depends on it at the moment, placing my hands on her hips to pull her close to me. She threads her hands into my hair and kisses me back, licking into my mouth as she moans. I leave my hands where they are until we finally break apart to breathe.

“Turn around so I can take care of you.”

I reach for her shampoo as she turns, pouring a liberal amount into my hand. Massaging it into her scalp first, and then down into her thick curls, I groan as my hands get caught. I love her hair, and although I run my hands through it often, this is something else. Sexy and sweet at the same time. She told me only Kendrick has taken care of her before, but I want her to know I’m up for the job as well.

Once I wash and rinse her hair, I soap up her body. The sight of my hands moving over her, and leaving her soapy is enough to make me almost shoot off like a teenage boy. I manage to hold onto my control as I let the water take away the soap, and then I drop to my knees in front of her.

“Knox,” she sighs as I run a finger through her little strip of red curls, and over her clit.

I have to get her ready, as ready as I possibly can before I enter her body. It’s going to hurt her no matter what I do, but I can at least give her a few orgasms now. If she has one with me inside her this first time, I’ll be pleasantly surprised, but I’m really not expecting it.

I lick her until she comes, watching her as she struggles not to scream since we’re essentially outside, and then take her over again with both my mouth and fingers a second time. She pulls me up, and kisses me. Shutting off the shower, I sweep her into my arms and walk her to my bed.

After I’m suited up, I go down on her once more, twisting three fingers into her this time. After she comes again, I slide up and position myself at her entrance. “This is going to hurt.”

“I know, but I want it. I want to feel you inside of me.”

Leaning on one hand, I use my other to guide myself inside of her, slowly. She’s so damn tight, and I feel her stiffen as my first few inches sink into her. “Wave.”

“Don’t stop,” she pleads, pain in her voice, but also resolve.

I slowly push the rest of the way in, closing my eyes because I know she’s in pain, and I don’t want to see it. Once I’m fully seated, I stop and savor the feel of her. Tight, hot, and wet all around me. I fight the urge to move, giving her a few moments to get used to me.

“Are you okay?”

“It hurts, but I’ve been hurt worse. You can move.”

I open my eyes, and look at her. Her eyes look strained, and she tries to smile, but it isn’t working. “Thank you. This is the best gift I’ve ever been given. Better than my first swim lessons, even.”