Your Darkest Desires (Four Complete Short Erotic Stories Of Different Flavors) Read Free

I wasn’t sure if I was panicking about being seen or turned on by the audience. I would have preferred it be the former, but the fact was it had only taken a blackout to get me to skinny dip and then masturbate in my neighbor’s pool. I wasn’t as vanilla as I liked to believe.
     
    So I said nothing. I didn’t freak out or scream for the cops or try to gouge his eyes out with my fingernails. I stood in place, unafraid and unabashed, waiting for him to decide his next move.
     
    Apparently, he wanted to talk. “Do you often get yourself off in other people’s pools?”
     
    In lieu of answering, I frowned. His voice sounded incredibly familiar, but I couldn’t remember why. “No,” I said slowly, still trying to puzzle it out. “This is because of the heat wave.”
     
    He laughed, and recognition sparked at the deep, rich sound – I knew that sound. I’d spent half my sophomore year at college trying to draw that sound out of my surly, unsmiling partner for Intro to Social Justice. He’d left midway through the semester, leaving me with a slightly broken heart and a bitch of a paper to finish alone. I couldn’t blame him, though – I’d known his parents were uptight. When I’d heard that they’d pulled his tuition and sent him to a technical school back East, I’d forgiven him for taking off without a word; suffering through the sciences for four years was punishment enough.
     
    I shook my head, partly to break my train of thoughts but mostly in denial. It couldn’t be him. He might have been a year older than I was, but this place was way too swanky for someone his age – even if he had sold his soul in order to race to the top of the corporate ladder or whatever it was he did all day.
     
    He was saying something, and with an effort, I drew my focus back. “You know, if you wanted to use my brother’s pool, Sophie, all you had to do was ask.”
     
    I swore under my breath; with the voice and the laugh and the fact that he knew my name, denial wasn’t going to work anymore. “Reid,” I growled, and his shadowed head inclined in greeting. “What are you doing here?”
     
    “I’m house-sitting for my brother,” he replied, setting the flashlight on the edge at an angle, so the light bounced off the steps. As he spoke, he shifted around on the edge, and it took me a minute to realize he was shucking off his clothes. “He was a little worried that people might break in and steal his shit, so he insisted I stay here. I don’t think he even considered anticipating someone like you,” he added, his grin evident in his voice.
     
    “Don’t you have anything better to do?” I asked, watching him slide into the pool with a muted splash; I had no idea why I wasn’t telling him to fuck off instead. “A job, maybe? Or a girlfriend who doesn’t mind your technical school education?”
     
    “My job,” he said, slowly wading towards me. “I can do from anywhere. I just need a computer and an internet connection. My girlfriend,” he went on, less than five feet away from me now. “She’s a little imaginary.”
     
    Reid stopped, standing so close to me that I could feel the heat spreading from his body to mine. I looked up at him, taking in his square jaw and his slightly dented nose, mentally approving the way his blond hair curled around his ears; I vocally approved of the pure lust glinting in his light brown eyes.
     
    It was on.
     
    Drawing in a shaky breath, I pushed off the wall and let the water take me closer to him. “She can’t be a little imaginary,” I countered, my voice cracking when our bodies touched. “She’s either real or she isn’t. Which is it?”
     
    “She’s a real person,” Reid murmured, his hands curving around my hips, coming to rest along my rump. “But I haven’t seen her since college, and I don’t want to be presumptuous.”
     
    My arms went around his shoulders, and with a soft smile, I pulled him forward. “So she had a thing for you in