Wildflowers

Chapter 6

CHAPTER: 6

Patrick watches me walk away and sit on the edge of the pool and slowly easy my way in. One point for me, I think to myself. Thats payback for all the lingering glances and touches I thought to myself. I swim towards to group and splash Jimmy in the face. Patrick joins us in the pool in a few minutes. We all swim for a little while longer before I decide to get out and dry off. I climb up the ladder and grab my towel. I dry off and then slip on my shorts. I use the towel to dry off my hair so its not soaking wet. I yell to Molly who isn't paying attention that i'm going inside for a glass of water.

I walk through the open sliding doors and through the living room to the yellow and white kitchen. I open one of the cabinets and get a glass. I open the fridge and take out a pitcher of cold water and pour myself a glass. I set the pitcher on the counter and take a big sip. The cold water is the perfect thing to cool me down. Just as I am refilling the glass I look up and see Patrick coming into the kitchen and I smile at him and take a sip.

'Refreshing, want some?' I ask him handing him my glass.

'Thanks' he says taking a sip.

Afterwards, he sets down the glass and looks at me. He walks over to me and puts his arms on the counter trapping me. He looks into my eyes and then looks down to my lips.

'I see what you did out there. Trying to get back at me by tying you're top for you and bending over in front of me.' He says to me.

'Did it work?' I ask him looking at him in the eyes

'Sure did, baby' He says before kissing me deeply.

It's not like the kiss in the car it was forceful and passionate. I wrap my arms around his neck and his hands hold my hips. We stop for a second.

'You said you would tell me if we're moving too fast right?' He says, concerned a little.

'Yeah I'll let you know' I say reattaching my lips to his.

Patrick lifts me onto the counter and he stands in between my legs. The kisses get rougher and more passionate as the minutes pass. His hands are roaming all over and I am gently pulling at his hair. I scoot closer trying to get some sort of friction. He takes the hint and rubs against me. I can feel how hard he is through his swim trunks. I think back to my first time when I was 16. I have done this a few more times since then but it never felt like this. This was something I have never felt before.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by him unbuttoning my shorts. Patrick looks up silently asking if this was still okay. I nod and kiss him again reassuring him that I wanted him to keep going. When we break the kiss I look towards the living and to the glass door making sure no one was coming in.

'I gave them a huge joint before I came in. Thought it would keep them busy' he smirks.

'Very smooth move' I say smirking. I kiss him again and after a few minutes his hands are moving towards the front of my jeans again. He rubs gently on the outside of my jeans and I lean my head back a little at the contact. I put my hands on his shoulders as he keeps rubbing. After a few second he moves inside my jeans and slips his fingers around my swim suit bottoms and pushes one into me.

'Shit, Patrick' I moan

'So that was a moan this time' he smirks as he kisses my neck. He added another finger and curls his finger up to hit the right spot.

'God, Jo you feel so good. So wet' he says into my ear 'You wanna come?' He asks me

'Yes, please Patrick. Your fingers are magical' I tell him moving my hands to his hair. He then pulls his hand out and gives me an evil grin.