His Inescapable Mate novel Chapter 21

I hesitantly looked at the deep water. Now I heard somewhere, most likely from Jessie, that fat people float. Now I have a good muffin top when I wear jeans, so hopefully that will keep me afloat; however, if I start to drown, then it's Kyle who'll save me.

I sat down at the edge of the water and put my legs in. Then I slowly slid the rest of my body into the pool, feeling the water pull me. My hands clasped the edge of the walkway, keeping me above the water. Vincent chuckled.

"You weren't lying where you?" he asked. "You really can't swim?"

I shook my head, still attached to the edge. Kyle inched his way over to me and put his hands on my hips, which were only covered by the string of my bikini bottom. It felt gross, having his dirty hands on my bare skin, making me feel sick to my stomach. Shit, given the choice between him and Vincent, I'd pick the latter. Sure Vincent may be a pain the ass, but at least he's not a sleaze.

‘'Kay now Nora, let's move out into the middle," he said. He was right up in my personal space, his face right next to mine. It felt disgusting and I wanted nothing more than to get out. Which was what I started to do.

I put my hands flat on the edge and pushed myself out of the water. I had my torso completely out when Vincent leaned down and pushed my shoulders back, making me fall back into Kyle's chest.

"You wanted this Nora," he growled. "I'm just giving it to you."

Kyle laughed quietly and wrapped one arm around my waist and led me out into the middle of the pool. I frantically kicked my legs and waved my arms, struggling to keep my head above the water. This only made Kyle laugh even harder.

"You need to relax Nora, or else you'll sink right to the bottom," he chuckled. "Now fill your lungs up with air. Breathe in."

I followed his orders, putting my hand on his beefy shoulder to support me. I sucked as much air into my lungs as I could, hoping that would help me stay afloat. Still, it felt as if weights were attached to my feet, seemingly dragging me to the bottom.

"Now Nora, I'm gonna let you go. And you just kick and moved your arms in a circular motion, got it?" Kyle said, grabbing my hand that was hooked onto his shoulder.

I gasped for breath and looked back to see Vincent, his arms securely fastened around me, keeping me trapped to him.

"I'm sorry Mate," he panted. "I'll never do that to you again! Just know that I love you and want you to be safe at all times!" He pulled me closer to him, if that was even possible, and laid a wet kiss on my cheek, making me internally gag. He then smiled to himself. "Now, I'm going to teach you how mates swim."

Great, there's another difference with mates of werewolves? Will it never end?

Vincent turned around, so that I stared at the back of his head. He held both of my arms and positioned them so that one went over his left shoulder and the other under his right, making me hold them together in front of his chest. It was a little difficult considering how broad his back was, but I managed to keep them together.

"Hold on tight," he said, patting my hands. He then leaned forward and began to kick his legs and maneuver his arms so he propelled us to the side of the pool. The whole way, I just rested on his back, feeling his powerful muscles flex as he moved. When he reached the edge, he unclasped my hands and pushed me forward. He even put his hands on either side of my waist, lifting me out of the water and onto the walkway.