Part 6 (2/2)

”You can change in that room right there.” I said, indicating with my finger to the room just beside my own.

That wasn't a room I allowed anyone, except my sister, into. It was my own private room, and it meant a lot to me. So, by me allowing her to change in that room, I was welcoming her into my world.

She turned, opened the door, and closed it softly behind herself. The soft click of the door latch made my feet reluctantly start moving towards my own room.

I made quick work of my clothes, stripping off my boots, jeans, and then underwear, kicking them all into the corner of the room. I walked, naked, to my bathroom where I had my trunks hanging on a peg to dry out from my morning swim.

Still slightly damp, I yanked them up my legs, and tied the string into a knot just below my hips.

I went barefoot, padding back into the hallway and knocking on the door to my office. ”You almost done?”

”Yes, I'm done.” She hesitated, and then added, ”Can you tie me up?”

My grip on the handle tightened momentarily before I opened it and walked through the door.

I didn't see her at first, but as soon as I made it all the way inside, I found her nearly behind the door, staring at a picture of me that was taken during my time in the Marines.

I'd been on my second deployment when that certain one had been taken. It was of me and three of my best friends the day before they were killed in a fire that had overtaken seven villages before it'd been contained.

”You all look cute in your bunker gear.” She smiled, looking over her shoulder at me.

Her smile froze on her face as her eyes traveled from my face, to my chest, and down to my lower half. She froze, taking in my swim trunks that hung low on my hips. I had to will my d.i.c.k to behave, especially when the tiny little strings she was holding slipped loose from her hold, and loosened the tiny triangles that were the only thing covering her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

Clearing my throat, I startled her, causing her to spin around, presenting me with her back. Not before I saw the dark outline of her pretty nipple, though. They weren't huge, but they weren't small, either. I wanted to suck them with my mouth and devour them.

Instead, I walked up behind her, lifted my hands, and followed the strings around her neck until it met the triangle of fabric covering her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. From there, I ran my fingers along the outside of the fabric, making Baylee s.h.i.+ver in antic.i.p.ation.

Once my fingers met the strings that were hanging limply in front of her, I pulled until they were wrapped around her back. From there, I tied them in a knot.

”You were supposed to do it in a bow.” She instructed, voice heavy with something I couldn't identify.

”I don't do bows. I'll do a knot though. Sorry.” I rasped before letting my fingers trail from the knot I tied down her back, until it came to a stop just above the curve of her a.s.s. ”Let's go swim.”

Reluctantly, I took two steps away from her, tugged open the door, and stood to the side as she followed me out.

”I really don't know how to swim. If you're serious about me going out there, you've got to understand that.” She s.h.i.+vered, only this time it was because of fear, not need.

”I can do that. I won't let you go. Promise.” I said soberly.

She stopped and turned just as we reached the back door.

”Pinky promise?” She asked, holding up her tiny little pinky.

I looked from her uplifted pinky to her face, seeing the seriousness in her eyes, and did what any man would do.

I f.u.c.king pinky promised.

Chapter 6.

Never do anything you'd be too embarra.s.sed to tell the paramedics -Life Lesson Baylee Oh, my G.o.d. Oh, my G.o.d. Oh, my G.o.d.

I s.h.i.+vered as the cold water went from my knees, to my thighs, to my crotch, and then to my stomach before Sebastian came to a standstill, turning to survey me before going in any further.

His eyes glanced down, and then right back up again.

”Cold?” He smirked.

My body chose that moment to s.h.i.+ver again. ”What gave that away?” I asked dryly. ”Was it the s.h.i.+vering or the chattering teeth?”

He looked at her closely, weighing something in his mind before he finally said, ”Neither.”

My head turned slightly to the side, wondering what else would've given it away when he laughed. ”Oh, Baylee. Please tell me you're not as naive as you seem.”

That, of course, only served to straighten my spine and narrow my eyes at him. Then what he was saying dawned, and my face flamed. Sebastian was laughing and hauling me closer to him before sinking deeper and deeper into the dark murky depths. The further out he got, the more my heart raced.

I also found that my arms were no longer crossed in indignation, but were wound so tight around Sebastian's neck that I was pretty sure he couldn't breathe. That didn't make me let go, however. Instead, I wound my legs around his thick waist, and held on for dear life.

”I won't let you go, I promise.” He insisted, wrapping an arm around my back tightly, pulling me impossibly closer than I'd been only moments before.

His arm felt like a metal band across my back, ensuring in its strength. My heart rate slowed, and it was only then that I realized how perilous this position could be.

My crotch felt like it was on fire where it was touching him. Could he feel it? The longer it sat against his warm, hard belly, the more and more heat it seemed to emit. Then my heart was pounding for a different reason.

”Have you ever tried to learn to swim?” He asked when he came to a stop with the water up to his collarbone.

”Uhh,” I said intelligently. ”Yes. I took swimming lessons, but each time I got into the water about waist high, some sort of survival mode seemed to kick in, and I'd start freaking out. Up here,” I said, pointing towards my head. ”I knew it wasn't going to hurt me. Not with all those lifeguards, or my father around. But down here,” I indicated towards my heart. ”I just couldn't do it. I was scared s.h.i.+tless. My father tried, as did my mother, but after my last freak out, they didn't try anymore.”

I hoped he wouldn't ask more questions on the matter, but with the quizzical set to his mouth, I knew I wouldn't be that lucky. I'd have to tell him my most embarra.s.sing secret.

”Did you have an accident when you were younger to make you not want to be near water?” He asked, with his eyes still on my own.

I thought long and hard for a moment, contemplating the merits of just getting the inevitable over with early. He'd have to know eventually that I had ADHD. He'd wonder about the way I acted, and I'd have to tell him. Then he'd leave. Wouldn't it be better to just go ahead and do it before I became attached? Sebastian, a man I'd only known for a little over two weeks, had the power to break me. Not wound me, but literally break me.

Finally, I was able to look away. Laying my head onto his shoulder, I looked out over the calm lake, and started to explain.

”I was around seven or eight when my parents decided that I had a problem. I was in gymnastics, karate, softball, soccer, and girl scouts, all within about a six-month period. I'd be interested in it for about a week or two, but never much beyond that. There were other signs, too. I was hyperactive, regardless of my sugar intake. I had h.e.l.lacious temper tantrums. At first they thought I might be bi-polar, but then I went to the doctor, and they diagnosed me with ADHD.” I explained.

When he didn't interrupt or say anything, I continued.

”They pretty much explained my symptoms to my parents, and knew exactly what I had before they even got to the actual tests. They prescribed me a medicine, and they saw a different kid. They decided to try out the swimming lessons again with me on the medication, however, that particular medicine mellowed me out so much that it made me overwhelmingly scared to try anything, and I guess that just kind of stuck.”

He waited to see if I'd say anything else, and when I didn't, he spoke. ”Are you on those meds now?”

”No, they changed a few times in my growing years. Now I'm on what they consider adult ADHD medication.” I told him.

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