Chapter 9

The way Harrison avoided me after our poolside encounter didn’t surprise me one bit.

Even though I’d been the one to initiate everything, I knew he’d blame himself for "corrupting" me.

But oh, I was far from done.

The relentless summer heat made my skimpy outfits seem almost reasonable—if slightly scandalous. I spent every day lounging by the pool, ditching my bikini top more often than not, and sometimes even the bottoms.

Every time Harrison stepped outside and got an eyeful, he’d turn right back around and retreat into the house. After a week of this game, we were both exhausted—but neither of us would give in.

A shadow fell over me, and I squinted up to see Harrison blocking the sun, his jaw tight.

"Nathan’s coming over to swim this afternoon," he said, eyes fixed stubbornly on my forehead, refusing to glance lower. "His pool’s being repaired. So put some clothes on."

Nathan, our divorced neighbor with two middle-school kids, was undeniably attractive. If I hadn’t been completely obsessed with Harrison, I might’ve considered him.

Might’ve considered him…

A slow smile curved my lips as an idea formed.

"Of course, Daddy," I purred, grabbing my top from the ground and tying it loosely.

Harrison looked relieved—almost proud—that I’d obeyed so easily. Being the "good girl" definitely had its advantages.

Nathan arrived an hour later. With his sun-kissed tan and easy smile, he’d be a perfect ten… if Harrison weren’t standing right there, eclipsing him completely.

"Hey, Scarlett!" Nathan grinned. "How’s college treating you?"

"Amazing!" I infused the word with exaggerated enthusiasm. "Though after being stuck in the library, soaking up the sun feels incredible." I bit my lip, feigning sudden concern. "Oh no—I think I forgot sunscreen earlier. Would you mind?" I handed him the tube, blinking up at him innocently.

I could feel Harrison’s glare burning into us as Nathan squeezed a generous amount onto his palm and smoothed it over my back. His hands lingered, his breathing slightly uneven. Good.

"Daddy, could you grab us some drinks?" I pouted. "I’m so thirsty."

Harrison gave me a sharp look before disappearing inside.

"Could you get my neck too?" I lifted my hair, letting my poorly tied top slip slightly. "I burned so badly last summer."

Nathan’s hands drifted higher—just as I’d hoped. His fingers bumped the knot, and my top unraveled, tumbling down to expose me completely.

"Scarlett—shit, I’m sorry!" Nathan fumbled for his towel, face flushed.

I smirked. "I’m not."

He froze, gaze dropping.

"I’ve had a little crush on you," I murmured. "Meet me here at midnight, and we’ll both have a very good time."

Nathan glanced toward the house, then nodded. "Midnight it is."

When Harrison returned with drinks, he looked none the wiser.

Nathan arrived right on time, dressed for easy access—just a loose shirt and shorts. I appreciated a man who didn’t waste time.

His kiss was skilled, but it didn’t ignite the fire Harrison did. Still, when his hardening length pressed against my thigh, I guided him to a poolside chair.

"Your stepdad’s definitely not home, right?" Nathan asked as I freed his cock. Not bad—thick, decent length. Not Harrison, but serviceable.

"He’s at the gym," I lied, stripping naked and twirling. "Like what you see?"

Nathan’s hungry gaze raked over me. "Fuck yes. Only question is where I start."

I dropped to my knees. "No condoms, so my mouth’s the only option tonight."

Truthfully, I could’ve gotten protection—but I wanted jealousy, not homicide. A blowjob would infuriate Harrison. If he caught me riding Nathan? Unpredictable.

I felt a flicker of guilt using Nathan like this—but given what he was about to get, he wouldn’t complain.

I took him deep, hollowing my cheeks as he groaned. "Christ, Scarlett—you’re gonna make me come too fast."

My fingers slipped between my legs, finding myself already wet.

Nathan noticed. "Play with yourself. After I finish, I’ll return the favor."

Inside, Harrison’s phone alarm blared—my message flashing: "Cum outside."

No typos here.

Nathan’s pre-come coated my tongue, his grip tightening in my hair as he cursed, spilling down my throat. I swallowed, then jerked him off, letting the last streaks land on my face—glistening under the moonlight.

Then—

"What the hell is this?"

Nathan scrambled up, shaky-legged, yanking his shorts on as Harrison loomed over us.

I stood, wiping my mouth. "It’s fine, Nathan. Go home."

Harrison’s expression was volcanic.

Now the real fun begins.