May 28th #3
“I bet you could at least serve,” Daine says. “From what I’ve heard, you’re an ace.”
Haley blushes. “That is true. I won’t be able to jump, but I’m sure I can get it over the net.”
And I have to give Daine credit for making Haley feel involved.
“Then that’s it. You’ll be our official server,” I tell her.
“When’s Ainsley coming over?” Haley asks.
“I was just going to pick her up,” I say, wondering how this all happened.
“Okay, cool. You go do that, and we’ll meet you there,” Haley says.
“With the beer,” Daine agrees.
“And a ball maybe?” I suggest.
“We’ll get that too,” Haley says.
I walk out the door with a sigh and hop onto my golf cart.
Ainsley meets me outside. She’s wearing a crop top and a cute, flirty little skirt.
I give her a kiss on the cheek before saying, “So …”
“What’s wrong?”
“Tonight, we won’t be able to do an exact redo. Haley asked me where I was going. I stupidly told her I was going to play volleyball with you. They all invited themselves and are bringing drinks.”
“That’s okay,” she says. “It sounds like it will be a fun night anyway. But I do want you to tell me what happened there.”
“Mostly, it involved you jumping up to spike a pretend ball a few times, then rolling around in the sand. Actually, you were trying to make sand angels. Well, volleyball sand angels specifically.”
“What the heck is that?” she asks with a laugh.
“ That, I will show you later tonight,” I tell her.
We have a good time, drinking a few beers, playing with everyone. I’ve also learned something new about Ainsley—she played volleyball in high school and is a good athlete. It’s fun, watching her competitive side come out. She clearly wants to win.
And I like that about her. She can be fierce one minute and the sweetest thing ever the next.
After three games, everyone decides to head home.
Thankfully.
“So, sand angels?” Ainsley says, pressing herself up against me.
“Lie down,” I instruct. Then I grab two volleyballs off the ground and hand them to her. “Okay, hold the volleyballs above your head and then make a traditional snow angel.”
She does as told, moving her arms and legs appropriately .
I pull her up so she can see her work.
“It looks like a snow angel holding snow globes,” she says. “You lie down and do one.”
I brush sand off her arms. “I don’t know. You’re quite sandy. We should probably hose you off before you drag it into your house—or worse, your bed.”
“And where do you suggest I hose off?” she asks. Her hand is on her jutted-out hip, like she’s prepping herself for a fight.
I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her in close. “I was thinking my shower.”
“Together?” she asks.
“You’re probably going to need someone to help get all the sand off you. I volunteer as tribute.”
“Your selflessness knows no bounds,” she says with a laugh.
I notice that there’s still a couple of bottles of beer in the bucket, so I grab it, and we head to my hotel suite. “You’ve been to the boathouse, but you’ve yet to see my suite.”
“Jadyn gave me a tour of a standard room, but we didn’t have time to see the new suites.”
“Then you might not know that I have a hot tub too.”
“Decisions. Decisions.” She grabs a beer out of the bucket and twists the top off.
“Which one will you choose?”
“I think I’m going to have to see this place before I can decide,” she says .
I lead her into the hotel and up the elevator to my suite. I know it’s not as grand as the presidential suite that Chase and Dani are staying in, but it’s pretty darn nice.
“Wow,” she says, moving straight from the door to the windows overlooking the lake. “This is gorgeous.”
I hold her hand and lead her out to the terrace and show her the hot tub. “It’s got a pretty view, and there are a lot of stars out tonight.”
“Show me the rest,” she says.
I lead her back inside, giving her a tour of the large bedroom and bathroom, which features a shower that might have as many jets as a car wash.
She doesn’t say anything. Just looks at the sand on her shoulder, gives me a wicked grin, turns on the shower—which not only includes the showerhead, but a rain shower above, as well as multiple wall jets—steps inside, and strips off her bikini.
The glass walls are getting steamed up, and I want to tell them, Me too, buddy.
She’s got her eyes closed and shampoo in her hair. Plus, she’s naked.
As one would expect in a shower.
Part of me wants to just stand here and watch her exquisite form. How her long arms move gracefully. How the water cascades across her shoulders and down the front of her, through her cleavage, before gliding down further.
I quickly remove my shorts and step inside.
“Hmm, you decided to join me. ”
She tosses her head back a bit, so I kiss a now-easily-accessible spot on her neck.
She hands me a washcloth. “You did say you would help get the sand off me.”
Water is running down her face, her eyelashes stuck together and dark. Her eyes are sparkling, and there’s a playful grin on her face.
I look at the washcloth. Look at her.
Pour the body wash straight into my hand.
And then run my hands slowly across her entire form, following every exquisite curve of her beautiful body and noticing every adorable freckle and scar.
The steam seems to turn the shower into a hazy and intimate world of its own. Where it’s just the two of us. Like no one else exists.
My heart beats faster as she declares that I’m sandy, too, even though I’m not.
“I’ve been wanting to touch all these muscles again,” she whispers.
I expect her hands to fall upon me, but she uses her lips instead, causing tingling sensations as she kisses her way across my skin, occasionally sucking on it and giving me little love bites.
I certainly can’t hide my attraction to her now. I’m at full attention and filled with desire. And when she bends down and lets her mouth explore further, I feel like I’ve just died and gone to heaven.