When we arrived, the first person I saw was Everett, and I immediately tried to distract myself. He seemed busy with other things, and I didn’t want to bug him, but at the same time, I wanted to try out the new method of dealing with these boys with the one that caught my eye.
No matter what it was I was doing or who I was talking to, I kept catching Everett in my peripheral. He was watching me too. We circled each other over and over, finding ourselves getting closer as the night went on, all while still not directly interacting with each other. But every time our eyes met, there were sparks. By the end of the night, the tension was so thick I thought I might need one of my chef’s knives to get through it.
Eventually, Rebecca pulled me out of there and got me into the car to bring me home. The entire ride to my place, she chatted about how nice it was to have everyone together, how cool it was to have me there with everyone, and how everybody seemed to like me. She also casually mentioned more than once that Everett was single.
I tried to stay quiet. I didn’t want to let on how much I enjoyed being around him and how very aware I was of him being single. Deacon poked her the second time she mentioned it, trying to get her to lay off, but the seed had been planted. I had a feeling she saw how much we were eyeing each other too.
I got her onto the subject of tattoos for a bit until we made it to my place. Thanking them for a lovely evening, I hurried into the house and locked the door behind me. It had been a hell of a day and I had a lot of thoughts zipping around in my mind. I just wanted a nice hot bath, some scented candles, and a little bit of time to relax before bed.
It was late, but I didn’t care. The call of the bath was too strong for me to ignore. I drew it up and filled the tub with suds. There was no use taking a bath if it wasn’t chock-full of bubbles and nice smells. My toes burned when I dipped them in, so I decided to give it a second before I got fully inside.
I walked over to the full-length mirror in my bedroom, which stood next to the dirty clothes hamper. As I reached down to take off my shirt, I caught my reflection in the mirror and stopped. Slowly, I turned to face it.
This was how he saw me at the bonfire. It was casual, even a little cheeky with the short shorts and cutoff T-shirt. It was how I tended to dress for backyard cookouts in Chicago during the summer. When you lived in a city that could get into the negatives, you went all out when the sun was out there.
I reached down again and pulled off the shirt slowly. The tattoos that ran from my arms up the sides of my neck were colorful and only marred by the strap of the black bra over them. I reached behind and unhooked it, letting it fall to the floor. I ran my hands up my chest and cupped my breasts, my thumbs rubbing across my nipples as the image of Everett’s face filled my mind again. I could just see his cut jaw dropping as if he was standing there and the mirror image was what he could see.
I unzipped the shorts and pulled them down, revealing the silky black panties underneath. I turned so I could see my whole body in them before peeling them off. I could imagine Everett watching my ass be revealed to him, and I could almost hear the grumble in his voice. What if he were here with me? What if he were in that tub, waiting?
Biting my bottom lip, I hurried back into the bathroom and tested the water again. It was still extremely hot, but I was going to have to deal with that. I slid inside, breathing out in long, low breaths until I was able to settle in. The heat unlocked my muscles and made me relax into the porcelain of the tub.
I soaked the loofah with soap and stroked it across my body, filling my nose with the combination of the scents of the candles and the bodywash. When I was fully covered in the soap, I reached down and slid my hands up my thighs until they stopped at my core. Leaning back, I closed my eyes as my head rested on the edge of the tub.
One finger swirled over my clit while another from the other hand dipped inside me. I let my mind fill with an image of Everett there with me, his slender yet muscular body hovering over me, his hot breath on my neck. I could envision his thick, throbbing cock pressing into my hot, waiting pussy and driving deep inside me.