Cycling Club's Naked Milestone - Chapter 6: Chapter 6

Vincent's touch burned like wildfire, sending electric sparks skittering across my skin with every graze of his fingers.
Even submerged in the steaming water, my body temperature spiked, heat pooling low in my stomach as his hands moved with deliberate slowness—first loosening the straps of my bikini, then sliding around my arms to the front. His breath hitched when he realized just how little fabric stood between us, his exhale scorching against my neck.
Nearby, Nathan and Sophia were lost in their own heated embrace, but I caught the way his gaze kept flickering toward me.
Of course. No man could resist a body like mine—one sculpted by nature, honed by discipline.
Feeling bold, I mirrored Sophia's teasing sway, rolling my hips just enough to make Vincent's grip tighten. The water rippled around us as he growled in frustration before suddenly ducking beneath the surface, fingers hooking into the waistband of my bikini bottom.
But I wasn't about to make this easy for him.
The forbidden fruit always tastes sweetest.
If we were dancing on the razor's edge of temptation, I would lead.
The devil inside me purred, urging me to take control. Before he could tug the fabric away, I seized his wrist and yanked him back up, pressing his mouth against me. My lips ghosted over his ear, voice dripping with mischief.
"Want me?"
The ragged sound of his breathing was answer enough.
But I wasn't done playing.
Instead of giving in, I dragged my foot up his torso, tracing slow, maddening circles over his chest with my toes.
"Beg."
Vincent's eyes darkened, his lips parting without hesitation. The second his tongue flicked out, a shiver raced down my spine—but I bit back the reaction, keeping my expression smug.
I teased him mercilessly, always just out of reach.
Frustration won out. He lunged, pinning my wrists behind my back, but he underestimated how slippery I could be. With a twist, I slipped free, laughter bubbling up as I darted through the water, changing direction like a fish evading a predator.
The commotion made Nathan and Sophia pause. Nathan's gaze locked onto me, tracking my every move. I expected jealousy from Sophia, but she only smirked, leaning against the edge of the pool like this was the best entertainment she'd seen all night.
Finally, she tugged Nathan toward the tent, though he kept glancing back at me, reluctance in every step.
Then it was just Vincent and me.
Done with games, he hauled me against him, voice rough.
"They're gone. Now you can—"
His words dissolved into the water as I closed the distance between us.
That night, for the first time since my breakup, I let myself feel—no guilt, no regrets.
But the next morning, my ex Daniel called, sobbing, begging for another chance.
He swore he never wanted to end things—that he'd been forced into it.
After a long pause, I agreed to meet him.
Our breakup had been a single, cold text after two years together. I needed closure.
So my weekend escape ended early.
Part of me wanted to stay—to live as freely as Sophia did.
But reason whispered: You can stray, but never too far.
Little did I know, leaving when I did would save me from something far worse than a broken heart.