Four
BEAU
Like always, Matt kicks my ass at golf. I don’t know why I keep agreeing to play, the guy literally should be a pro. Returning our clubs, we decide to head back to the pool for the afternoon and, much to my delight, Hollie is still here.
Her friend returns with another cocktail and I begin to wonder how drunk she is but watching her movements, I don’t think she’s all that drunk. Her cheeks are pink, but that could be from the sun.
She lies back on the lounger, stretching out.
Her body begging for me to explore it with my tongue but before I can get to that, I need to get her to talk to me.
Diving into the pool, I swim in her direction.
Her face is relaxed, I think she’s asleep but I decide to be cheeky and I “accidentally” splash her.
She sits up and her tits bounce from the sudden movement. Her nipples are hard, calling for me to lick and suck them.
Her gaze finds me, she mumbles something I don’t quite catch then she stands up and walks to the edge. I watch as she dives into the water and like a mermaid, she glides under the water. She pumps her arms and swims right by me when suddenly, Matt is pulled under—she’s mistaken him for me.
Wading over to her, I tap her on the shoulder. When she realizes it’s me behind her, her eyes widen and I can’t help but laugh, especially when Matt surfaces and utters, “What the hell?”
“Soooorry,” she singsongs, but I know my best friend, he’s going to make her pay … and just like I predicted, he lunges for her and hisses, “Ohh, it’s on.”
He tackles Hollie and a water fight ensues. My inner caveman roars at him touching what’s mine, even though she technically isn’t mine, but my possessiveness passes and I’m pulled into their water fight.
The lifeguard stares at us as if to say, “Watch it you three,” but I also notice him checking Hollie out and, like moments ago, my inner caveman rears his head again.
The water fight winds down and the three of us rest against the edge of the pool. I expect Matt to flirt with her because she’s a woman, but he shocks me and just talks to her.
Someone suggests drinks and in the blink of an eye, Matt is climbing out of the pool and getting drinks for all of us. Hollie looks over at me and before I can say anything, she teases me, “Sooo, what exactly have you told Matt about me?”
Stepping closer to her, I invade her personal space without touching her.
“Hollie, if I tell you, then I’ll have to kill you, and I need you alive for what I have planned.”
Without another word, I climb out of the pool and I can feel her gaze roaming over me. When I look back at her, I catch her in the act. Winking at her, I walk over to the bar to join Matt.
He orders us two beers and two cocktails for the girls. “So, I’m guessing the friend is mine?”
“As long as it isn’t Hollie, you can hook up with whoever you want,” I steadfastly tell him, my gaze once again drifting over to Hollie.
“Why do I feel like I’ll be sleeping alone on the beach tonight?” Shrugging at him, I pick up my beer and take a sip. “For what it’s worth, I think she’s good for you, so I’ll reluctantly step aside and let you win the girl. I mean, it’s the least I can do after kicking your ass at golf earlier.”
Flipping him the bird, I grab one of the cocktails placed before us and make my way back over to the girls.
“Here,” I offer her the drink.
“You know, my mom always told me not to take drinks from strangers.”
“Well, luckily for you, and your mom, we aren’t strangers. I know your name is Hollie, you can hold your own in a water fight, and you can rock an orange bikini like no other.”
“Aaaaand, he got me a drink,” her friend adds, filling the silence. “From where I’m sitting, Hol, it would be a crime to not have a drink with him.”
“You should listen to your friend.”
“She’s drunk,” Hollie playfully throws at me while glaring at her friend.
“Am not,” her friend refutes. She sits up, crosses her legs, and proceeds to recite the alphabet backward. “…D C B A.” She smiles snarkily at her friend.
“That doesn’t prove anything except you’re a dork.”
“A sober dork,” she replies and I can’t help but chuckle.
“She’s got you there,” Matt and I say at the same time.
“Is it pick on Hollie afternoon?”
A chorus of “Yep,” “Yes” and “Uhhh-huh” rings around us. Hollie sticks out her tongue at us but pulls her legs up, crossing them to make room for me on her lounger.
Taking a seat next to her, I raise my drink in her direction. “To new friends.”
She repeats the toast and taps her glass against mine. Her gaze is locked on me and the temperature around us rises, and it’s not from the sun high in the sky. I cannot wait to see where the afternoon takes us.