Chapter 1: Sunburnt Boundaries
The summer sun blazed overhead, bronzing every exposed surface and turning the pool into a shimmering stage of heat and temptation. Laughter rippled through the backyard—glass clinks, splashes, the occasional shriek from someone being shoved into the water.
Cassandra stepped out with a soda in one hand and a sly smile on her lips. Her black curls were damp and wild, her caramel skin glowing beneath her bright orange bikini. She scanned the crowd until her eyes found him.
Anthony.
Lounging in a chair like a god in repose, soaking in the sun as if it was made just for him. His gold-blond hair glinted, green eyes closed, long limbs stretched in lazy confidence. His body looked carved, like it belonged in a museum—except right now, it was here, on full display, and half the women at the party were devouring him with their eyes.
Cassandra noticed. Of course she did.
She even let it happen for a little while. Watched the girls whisper, nudge each other, try to gather the nerve.
Until one of them actually started walking over.
Nope.
She crossed the patio with easy purpose and tapped Anthony’s shoulder.
His eyes opened, bright and familiar. “Hey, sunshine.”
“You need more sunscreen,” she said.
“I just put some on.”
“You missed spots.”
“I don’t burn.”
“Anthony.”
He sighed. “Fiiine.”
Before he could sit up, Cassandra straddled him, one knee on either side of his waist, her thighs firm against his torso. His brows lifted, amused but not surprised. Her bikini was tiny—deliberately so—and the heat of her skin against his was immediate, electric.
Anthony’s hands settled on her hips instinctively. She squeezed a dollop of lotion into her palm and started rubbing it into his chest. Slowly. Deliberately.
Every pass of her fingers dragged. Every swirl of her palm pressed just enough to make him suck in a breath.
She was grinding.
Not overtly—but enough. Enough that he felt every inch of her warmth rolling over his groin. Enough that she’d feel how hard he was getting.
And she did feel it.
God, she did.
But instead of stopping, Cassandra leaned in closer. Let her ample breasts press firmly against his chest as she lowered herself in the name of putting sunscreen on him.
Her golden eyes gleamed like a predator in the sun. They were best friends, but he was her best friend, and every girl here needed to know it.
The pool party might as well have faded away, but they both knew people were watching. That was part of the thrill. The envy in the girls’ eyes. The awe in the guys’.
She knew every girl wanted him and this fueled the display of her desire. He knew every guy wanted her and this only made him harder.
She rode him slower. Deeper.
It made him grip her ass and pull her tighter.
"Anthony." Her soft moan hit his ear. She bit him gently on the neck, then soothed it with a lick.
A low groan escaped his throat.
She was still riding him, but his hands had slithered inside her tiny bikini bottoms. Her behind pooled out of each hand, begging to be bounced up and down on his cock while she screamed his name.
He should ask her out. He knows he should.
He wants to. But what if - too many questions and uncertainties swirled in his mind.
Her breath was hot against his throat. Her hips rolled again, faster this time. She was getting what she wanted from him, And he loved it.
He pulled her by the hair, put his lips against her ear. “You’re starting something you can’t finish, Cass.”
"Then make me finish." She purred.
And that was all he needed.
With a growl, Anthony sat up, strong arms scooping her up effortlessly. She let out another moan as her legs wrapped around his waist.
Eyes turned. Mouths opened.
But neither of them cared.
Let them stare.
She was his—even if he hadn’t said it out loud.
Yet.
