"I saw you what were you at the pool party," Sofia said, her voice calm but her eyes sharp like a detective who'd just found her first clue.
Roy felt her fingers tense slightly against his stomach where her hand rested. He forced his muscles to relax, though his mind was suddenly racing.
That damned pool party - a whole week ago now - and she hadn't mentioned it once. He'd actually believed he'd gotten away with it. Hadn't given it another thought after Sunday morning's hangover faded.
Now here it was, dropped between them like a grenade with the pin pulled. He knew better than to immediately deny everything - that always made you look guilty. But he wasn't about to confess to anything she didn't already know for certain either.
"Yeah, things did get a little out of hand that night," he admitted carefully, choosing his words like someone walking through a minefield.
"I'll admit I had one or two more tequila shots than I should have." He met her gaze steadily.
"But I can promise you this - you definitely didn't see me having sex with Samantha in that pool."
He felt this was a safe bet. Sure, there'd been that drunken moment when Samantha had gotten handsy, but he'd shut that down before it went anywhere serious. Just some harmless drunk flirting that didn't mean anything.
"The Mathews must use some special pool cleaner," Sofia continued, her voice deceptively light.
"The water was crystal clear when I saw Samantha backing that perfect big round soft ass of hers into you, her tiny bikini bottoms barely containing anything."
Roy's stomach dropped. Shit.
There was no denying Samantha's body - that woman had curves in all the right places, her soft, full backside practically a work of art.
And that barely-there bikini she'd been wearing should have been illegal. She'd cornered him near the pool steps, pressing that incredible body against him until he could feel every curve through his swim trunks.
The alcohol pulsed through Roy's veins as Samantha pressed her incredible curves against him.
His body responded instantly - one hand slid under her bikini bottom, fingers sinking into the impossibly soft heat between her thighs, while the other grasped at her overflowing breast, the firm nipple pebbling against his palm.
His swollen erection sprang free from his trunks, the tip dragging wetly across the smooth swell of her ass as his hips jerked forward instinctively.
For one dangerously electric moment, their bodies fused together - Samantha breast spilling over his squeezing fingers, his thick length grinding against her damp bikini-clad mound, the head leaving a glistening trail across her skin.
The alcohol fog nearly overwhelmed his judgment as his fingers pressed deeper, finding her already slick and yielding...
"Shit!"
Then survival instinct screamed through the haze. With a rough pinch to her nipple that made her gasp, he wrenched away, plunging into the water so fast the cold shock made his balls tighten painfully.
He powered through the pool like a torpedo, the burn in his lungs clearing the last of the tequila's grip.
Breaking the surface at the far end, his eyes immediately searched for Sofia.
Nothing!
He turned back to see Samantha pouting, so he dramatically fanned himself and gave her an exaggerated wink - playing it off like she was just too hot to handle, hoping to save her pride while making it clear he wasn't interested.
The cold water had helped cool more than just his body temperature. By the time he rejoined their group at the lounge chairs, everything was back to normal.
Or so he'd thought.
Nearly thirty minutes later, Sofia had reappeared from inside the house, probably just returning from the bathroom, completely unaware of what had happened. Now, looking back, Roy wondered if Samantha had been watching for exactly that moment when Sofia would be out of sight.
"Well then," Roy said carefully, choosing his words like a man walking on thin ice, "if you saw that, then you must've also seen me push her away and swim off."
Sofia's fingers tensed against his bare chest. "After you grabbed her tits and rubbed yourself against her like a dog in heat," she shot back, her voice sharp as a blade.
Roy winced. "Grab? It was just a quick touch—a distraction so I could get away!" His tone was pleading, desperate for her to believe him.
Sofia's free hand slid down his stomach, slow and deliberate, until her fingers curled around his soft length. She gave him a light, almost indifferent squeeze.
"A distraction," she repeated, unimpressed. "Then explain why you were humping her ass like it was your last night on earth." Her grip tightened just enough to make him flinch.
Roy swallowed hard. "We were drunk," he muttered. "She was just messing around. I didn't take it seriously—I just wanted to leave before things got worse."
Sofia arched a brow. "Is that why you dry-humped her for five whole minutes before your grand escape?"
Five minutes?! Roy's mind reeled. It had only been a few seconds, hadn't it? Three, maybe four thrusts before he'd snapped out of it? But doubt crept in—had it really been that long?
"Hmm," Sofia mused, her fingers still lazily toying with him. "Though I guess it wasn't really 'dry'-humping, was it? You were underwater."
Roy's stomach dropped. If he'd been grinding against Samantha for even half that time, he should've finished right then and there. He took a shaky breath and went for honesty.
"Okay, five minutes is bullshit," he admitted, "but even if it was five seconds, I'm sorry. I was drunk, she came onto me, and yeah—I let it start. But I stopped it. You saw—nothing actually happened."
Sofia's face stayed blank. "Felt like five minutes to me," she murmured. "Could've been longer. It was already happening when I first looked over."
With slow, deliberate pressure, she tugged at his limp cock, stretching the soft skin upward—a silent, mocking reminder of how completely un-aroused he was now.
"Then again," Sofia murmured, her fingers tracing slow circles along Roy's length, "the more I think about it, the more I believe she would've done exactly that."
Her grip tightened slightly.
"And I'll admit - it was just a grab of her tits and rub on her ass. You pulled away and didn't do the worse. So... I accept your apology."
Roy felt his heartbeat gradually return to normal, the tightness in his throat easing.
"Wait," he breathed, "where were you watching from? I didn't see you until you came through the patio door minutes later."
Her hand continued its lazy stroking as she answered in that same flat tone.
"The upstairs balcony outside Samantha and Renard's bedroom." There was something new in her voice now - tension? Anxiety?
Roy swallowed hard. "Oh."
Sofia's fingers explored him more deliberately as she continued.
"I was waiting for the downstairs bathroom - three people ahead of me, and honestly I was pretty tipsy already." Her thumb brushed his tip, making him twitch.
"Then Renard touched my elbow and gestured for me to follow. I thought he was showing me to another bathroom upstairs."
Her other hand trailed up his chest. "But when we reached the landing, there were two people waiting outside that bathroom too. Then he..."
She squeezed him gently, "...led me into their bedroom instead, closing the door behind us."
Roy's breath hitched as her pace increased slightly.
"He said they were keeping their ensuite private," Sofia continued, her voice dropping lower, "but that Samantha wouldn't mind making an exception for me."
Her fingers traced his cock veins.
"After I finished, I found him still waiting on the balcony."
Now she stopped stroking him and let the hardened cock set free.
"He waved me over, put a finger to his lips..." She demonstrated by pressing a finger to Roy's mouth.
"...then pointed down at the pool. When he whispered 'You need to see this for yourself' right in my ear..."
Her hand tightened around her thigh,
"...that's when I saw everything."
Roy's body responded eagerly to her touch, his muscles relaxing as relief settled in—she had truly forgiven him. The steady rhythm of her hands, the way her fingers traced him as she recounted the pool incident, only heightened his arousal.
But then, as she reached the end of her story, her voice wavered. The playful lilt drained away, replaced by something heavier.
"And then Renard..." she began, then hesitated. Her fingers stilled momentarily, her breathing shallow. Roy watched as her teeth worried her lower lip, that telltale sign she only showed when wrestling with difficult truths.
The playful glint in her eyes from moments before had clouded over, replaced by a stormy guilt he couldn't quite decipher.—the way her gaze flickered.The flush on her cheeks wasn't just from arousal anymore; it was guilt, creeping in like a shadow.
"Sophia?" His own breath hitched, but not from pleasure this time.
She swallowed hard, her fingers stilling completely now. The silence between them stretched, thick with unspoken confession. Whatever she had seen on that balcony wasn't the whole truth. And whatever she was holding back—whatever she had done—weighed on her far more than his mistake ever had.