Free Beautiful Oblivion by Addison Moore Page A

over to the Westfield estate before smoothing my hand over the board.
    “And? So what. We’re just having a platonic thing, nothing serious. If she wants to be with McCarthy on the side then who am I to stop her?” But according to Reese she doesn’t want to, and I know for a fact she wouldn’t lie to me.
    “Don’t get all bent out of shape.” He cracks open a soda and hands it to me. “He wasn’t up there long. He stumbled downstairs nursing his balls. I had to help him out to the driveway.”
    A spike of adrenaline shoots through me, and a smile breaks loose on my face.
    “She kneed him?” I’m suddenly proud as hell.
    “Something like that.” Gavin glances over my shoulder and nods. I turn in time to catch a glimpse of a pair of long, luscious legs, both attached to the girl I’m losing my sanity over.
    “Morning.” I straighten.
    “Afternoon,” she counters. Reese is wearing a pair of cutoffs and a skimpy red bikini top that ties in the back, and, holy shit, if my hard-on doesn’t want to pop out to greet her.
    “I need to split.” Gavin slaps me on the back. “Catch you later, Reese.”
    “See you.” She never takes her eyes off me. “Whatcha doing?” She leans in seductively, inspecting my paddleboard like it had the potential to play out in one of her fantasies.
    “Have you ever been on one of these?” I try not to dip my gaze to her cleavage like I want to. Why do I feel like the wolf luring an unsuspecting girl into the woods?
    “Never have. You think I can come along for the ride?” Her silver eyes widen. Her hair swoops forward and frames her face. Reese Westfield is a work of art. I’ve never taken pencil to paper, but looking at her perfect curves, her face that could launch an entire fleet of paddleboards—it makes me want to try just about anything.
    “Get on, girl.” I push the board out onto the lake until the water is up to my hips.
    I turn back in time to catch her slipping out of her shorts, and my dick wags like a tail. And to think I almost missed the show.
    Reese gives a satisfied smile as if she were hoping to seduce me all along.
    I might have to bump up the timeline of our conjugal union. That red bathing suit is calling my name in so many fantastic ways.
    “So I just get on?” She wades out and tries to hop on the board but glides right off.
    “Here.” I pick her up by the waist and set her dead center over it. “Lay down toward the nose on your belly, and I’ll paddle us out.”
    Reese lays out flat and maneuvers her way to the front.
    “That’s perfect.” As in perfect view. I stand over her, careful not to get any water on her as I paddle us past the buoys. Normally I would make a giant clockwise circle until I grew bored as shit before heading back, but considering that might put us beneath Warren’s front window in less than three minutes, I take a hard left and head into a forest of reeds. It’s no place for a paddleboard but who cares? As soon as we clear the first round of hedges, I know for a fact no one will be able to see us unless they’re lurking in the marsh, and as far as I can tell, it’s just Reese and me—the way I like it. The way I hope she likes it, too.
    I get down and dangle my legs on either side of the board.
    Crap.
    Reese’s perfect ass is in my face, and it takes everything in me to keep a hard situation from cropping up between my legs. I try to think of all the time we’ve spent on the lake. The times we raced out to Boulder Island, and I let her win—the times she genuinely beat me. It’s hard to believe the way things, are shifting for us this summer. Taking it a step further is going to change things, and I know damn well things will never be the same once we cross that line. It breaks my heart to think this might be it for us—going out in one spectacular fit of glory. I doubt she’ll want much to do with me after the summer. I can’t stand the thought of it, so I push it out of my head for now. If Reese is on