Count On Me

Part Fifty

Chapter Fifty

The day was a dream, after playing on the beach, Nate and Oscar paddled in the sea as she watched them from her place sat on the sand. She knew that she had to get him some swim shorts as soon as possible, there was a pool at the hotel too, and when they packed at short notice, Lizzie hadn't thought it through. She had to rectify that.

Nate was still splashing around in the shallows when Oscar came and collapsed on to the sand beside her.

"I need to get him some swim shorts, Oscar. He's like a fish."

He laughed, "very true, and now that I have no work, I can join him. We can get some swim stuff just off the beach..." Grinning he stared up at her, "I'm buying you the sexiest bikini ever too."

She blushed at that, hating that she was so predictable, "I'm not wearing a bikini."

He chuckled, rolling in close, "I'll buy it, even if you only wear it for a private show."

That made her roll her eyes, "I'm not wearing one."

"You have the sexiest body in the world, you need to know that. Own it girl!"

At that moment a wet and sandy Nate flew up the beach and launched at them, landing across their legs.

"We're going to go get you some swimmers, mate. Fancy a dip in the hotel pool?"

Nate's eyes widened as he looked up at his father, nodding.

An hour later, Lizzie was stretched out on a lounger, sipping a cocktail sat beside the pool, watching Nate dive increasing distances into his father's arms. She hadn't succumbed, she'd bought a tankini set, covering more than it revealed. Oscar had frowned, but he'd stripped down to a pair of shorts, his body tanned and ripped, then dived into the pool. When he'd surfaced, he'd played with Nate, but his eyes constantly drifted to her. She sat under her parasol, eyes hidden behind her shades, and tried to read her book. But the whoops of joy from Nate were as addictive as the glances she made to his body, all glistening in the sun.

"You haven't turned a page since you lay down," he called over as he rested his arms on the edge of the pool looking at her.

Giving an elaborate huff of indignation, she turned the page and kept her eyes trained on it, even though she couldn't focus on a word. Even with her eyes closed she was seeing him, bare, toned...beautiful

"Come join us, gorgeous."

It wasn't a question, and she didn't feel gorgeous, so she shook her head, her gaze still directed to her book. There was a patter of feet next to her, and she turned to see a soaking wet boy, dripping all over the tiles.

"Are you done?" Nate nodded as she wrapped a towel around him and pulled him into her arms. She rubbed him dry, and then made up a story about a little boy called Nathan who went on epic adventures. When Lizzie did glance up, she was mesmerised by Oscar cutting powerfully through the water. She loved to swim and was itching to dive in to the water herself.

Before she could finish the tale of Nathan the International Spy that she was making up as she went along, Nate fell fast asleep. Snoring softly, curled into her chest. Sliding out from under him, she repositioned him on the sun bed, and then shaded him from the sun with a dry towel.

When she finished, Oscar was propped on the edge of the pool again, watching her, "finally joining me?"

She wanted to say no, but she was hot and bothered, and also extremely horny having spent over an hour watching his body flex and stretch, and his eyes devour her slowly. It had been like torturous foreplay and her whole body was ready to explode. A dive into a cold pool would help her dramatically. But the source of her frustrations was lounging in the shallows watching her every move.