Jewel Ann - Idle Bloom

“I’m not making fun of you,” I whisper as she rubs her lips together. “Now let’s get what we need and get out on the water.”

Vivian

“I’m not wearing this.” I yell from the dressing room.

“Let me see.” Oliver chuckles sitting on the bench outside.

“No. Tell the clerk to bring me a one-piece that’s not cut low in the back.

“Vivian, you’re twenty-one, not fifty. You’re not getting a one-piece. I’m the only one who’s going to see you in it.”

“Oli— Oliver , it doesn’t cover—”

He opens the door and slips in the dressing room with me.

“Get out!” I try to cover myself.

He smirks. “It’s Oli to you, and I’ve seen you naked. What? Are you trying to hide from me ?”

I huff, letting out a sigh as I release my arms to my side. His seductive eyes consume my body as his tongue slides out to wet his lips.

“Turn around.”

I shake my head.

He cocks his head to the side. “Really?”

“Fine!” I turn around.

He moves my hair off my back and kisses my neck as we stare at each other in the mirror. “Alluring, captivating, divine, elegant, exquisite, mesmerizing, radiant, ravishing … stunning,” he whispers.

“What are you talking about?” I roll my eyes.

“You. In case you’re tired of hearing me call you beautiful. I have at least a hundred more. I could go on.”

I stare at the simple white string bikini Oliver picked out. It barely covers my most private parts, let alone anything on my back. But for some reason, I want to please him today.

“I’ll get it. Now get out of here.”

Oliver lights up like the Fourth of July. Simultaneously, he pulls the ties on my hips letting the material fall to the ground. I raise a single brow.

“Just testing it out … for later.” He smirks. “I approve.”

“Pervert.”

“Not yet.” He pulls the ties to my top revealing my naked breasts. “Now I am.” He winks. “See you in a few minutes.”

He looks all too pleased with himself as I exit the dressing room.

“Here.” He holds out his hand as I exit with the flimsy material.

“You’re not buying this.”

“Yes, I am.”

“Would you like me to add that to the rest of your stuff?” the clerk asks.

“The rest of my stuff?”

“Yes, Miss. The gentleman has some undergarments for you as well.”

I sling the squinted death look at Oliver. “Panties? You’re buying me panties?”

He motions for the clerk to take my bikini and he hands her his credit card. It’s not black.

“I don’t need panties.”

“I disagree,” he says with his back to me as he signs for the purchase at the counter. He takes the bag in one hand and grabs my hand with his other. “Shall we?” He leads me out of the store.

“ A, I have plenty of panties. B, I told you I don’t wear them sometimes because it makes me feel sexy.”

He opens my door and sets the bag by my feet after I get in. Then he leans down and brings his face a breath away from mine as his hand slides up my leg. His thumb eases past my shorts. He stops and shakes his head as the pad of it meets my bare sex, no underwear.

My face contorts into a grimacing smile as my shoulders rise into a guilty shrug. He presses his thumb to my now wet center. My mouth relaxes as I suck in a breath and try to close the distance between our lips. He moves his head back just enough to deny me. He grins then moves his thumb a little higher. I moan as he rubs slow circles.

“How do you feel?” he whispers.

“G–good.” I grip the side of the seat and let my head fall back.

“What else?”

“Turned … on.” I close my eyes.

“What else?”

I tilt my hips up as he works me up so high I fear my own reaction to the impending fall.

“Oli …”

He speeds up, pressing his lips to my neck, and when his teeth graze over my sensitive skin I lose it.

“What. Else?” he whispers in my ear as the blinding sensation rips through me.

“Sexy … I feel … sexy.” I try to catch my breath while my head’s still spinning.

He kisses me hard then shuts my door.

I hate that I have no self-control to deny him giving me an orgasm while parked with the door open on a public street. Now he’s sporting a ridiculously smug grin as he pulls out into traffic.

“What was the point of that?” I break the silence.

“I wanted to prove that I make you feel sexy. Now that you know that, you can start wearing underwear.”

“What does it matter if no one else can see that I’m not wearing underwear?”

“First, some of the dresses you wear are awfully short. Second, I know you’re not wearing underwear and I don’t like walking around saluting everyone I pass.”

“Saluting?”

He shoots me a you-know-what-I-mean look.

“Whatever, you’re just being weird.”

“I’m being a guy.”

“That’s what I said. You’re being weird.”

“Can you believe I’ve never seen Boston from the harbor like this?” I say, sitting on his lap as he takes us farther away from the coastline. I’m wearing the bikini and he has on his board shorts with no shirt.

“Are you serious?”

“I know, it’s crazy. There are tons of boat tours, even the whale watch, but I’ve never gone. I haven’t even been over to the airport.”

He nuzzles his face in my hair and kisses the back of my head. “What do you think?”

I laugh. “It’s amazing. When you think about all that land that was manmade and the tall buildings sitting where there used to be water … it’s incredible.”

“I think you’re incredible.” He kisses my shoulder, squeezing me tighter.

“I think you’ve lived here so long you’re taking it all for granted.”

He slides his hand over my stomach and up to my breast, slipping his fingers under my top. “I think we need to throw out the anchor and go down below.”

“Oli …” My breath hitches as he cups my breast.

“I can’t wait. You in my shirt with those sexy glasses this morning, and now this bikini … God, I’m dying, Vivian.”

“How many women have seen this view with you?”

His body stills against mine. We’re one with the rhythmic sway of the ocean.

“Does it matter?” His hand moves from my breast back to my waist.

“Of course not. It doesn’t change anything, I’m just curious.” I’m twenty-one with enough insecurities to sink this boat, and while I’m too smart to really think this is a good conversation for us to share, I’m too young to not have a burning curiosity.

“I can’t really say. It’s not my boat, so I’ve been on here with my parents’ friends and Chance’s friends …”

“That’s not what I mean.”

He brings the boat to an idle on the choppy water. “Then what do you mean?” He stands, forcing me off his lap. Lifting the cooler lid, he grabs a beer. Keeping his back to me, he takes a pull and looks out into the saltwater abyss.

I sit back down and wait. There’s really nothing else I can do. I’m seeing the one percent of Oliver that is consumed by something else—something that scares me. There’s this inferno of anger he falls into sometimes, but I think it’s fueled by pain. I see it in his eyes like the night he shattered his phone. The man crying in his room was an Oliver I don’t know. Where do we stand now and where can we possibly go from here if he can’t show me his scars—bare himself to me?

“We should go back.”