Chapter Six

“Alright,” Sieta said, smiling. She kissed him softly and climbed off his lap.

“Where are you going?” Jon asked, breathlessly watching this gorgeous creature move about the cabana.

“I’m going for a quick rinse and another swim,” she said. “It’s still hot.” Winking at him, she turned and released her hair so it fell in wet ropes down her back. She sashayed out the door and turned toward the outdoor shower. On shaking legs, she rinsed as best she could then turned to the pool. With a grin, she ran across the patio and leaped out into the middle of the cool water, letting out a whoop. She didn’t see Jon’s eyes on her, or see them widen when her breasts bounced when she ran.

Sieta swam a couple laps before Jon recovered enough to join her. They frolicked and played in the water for a little while, then a noise coming from the house startled them.

“YO!” a loud voice called.

“Shit, who was that?” Sieta said, cowering against the side of the pool.

“The king of bad timing,” Jon answered. “I’ll get rid of him,” Jon said.

“Get rid of who?” Richie asked, as he came through the house. “Me?” He stopped dead when he saw Jon wasn’t alone in the pool. “Well, hello, there, darlin’,” Richie said, dropping into a lounge chair. “And who might you be?”

“Rich, now’s not a good time,” Jon said. Usually, Richie would get the hint. Today, he was either not paying attention, or being thick on purpose. Or both.

“Aw, why not? It’s a hot day, the water looks inviting; maybe I’ll join you,” Richie smiled at the woman who looked incredibly uncomfortable.

Jon looked at Sieta, and smiled. “Sorry,” he mouthed, then swam to the stairs. “Rich, I’m telling ya, it’s not a good time,” he said once more, and again, Richie ignored him. Jon sighed. “Alright, you asked for it,” he said, then climbed out of the pool.

“Fuck me, Jon, you’re naked,” Richie said, clapping a hand over his eyes. “I so did not need to see that.” Richie was quiet for about three heartbeats. “Oh,” he said. “Oh! Jesus, sorry!” He then turned the full dimple Sambora Smile at Sieta. “Are you coming out, too?” he asked her.

Sieta just shook her head and blushed prettily. She wanted to sink to the bottom of the pool and stay there.

Richie sighed. “More’s the pity,” he said. “I need something to get the image of Jon’s naked ugly self out of my head.” Sieta looked at Jon, who was grinning like a fool. Then, she turned away from Richie and swam to the other side of the pool, giving him a good look at her backside, from neck to ankle.

Jon watched Richie watching Sieta’s strong legs help kick her across the pool in just a few strokes. Looking at the expression on Richie’s face, Jon had the undeniable urge to smack his friend upside the head. “Time to go, asshole,” he said softly to his friend.

“That work for you?” she called from the other side, hugging the edge and keeping her chest pressed up against it.

“That’ll do just fine, darlin’, thanks,” Richie answered, smiling widely, and totally ignoring Jon. “Now, can you do the backstroke?”