Chapter Sixteen
I LOVE Saturdays. They’re the best. The only thing that even comes close is a Friday night. But Saturdays easily take the cake. And the filling. And the frosting. And any fruit involved, too.
Today, we were going to the Aquatica as a group.
No one was working today or tomorrow. Their first weekend off.
Well, there was a tiny blip on Sunday evening where we had to go to a party Mr. Fresby was throwing for Sensations fifteenth year anniversary, but that was only supposed to last a few hours.
So, all in all, the weekend was free for relaxing as one.
My attitude was even light and I wasn’t griping at anyone.
We arrived right around ten o’clock and headed straight for the private cabana that Stash had insisted on. It was enormous. Lord, I loved that they had splurged on this. I wouldn’t have to worry too much about burning in the sun. Red-haired faulty gene and all.
I took my cargos and shirt off. And stopped.
And stared, shirt dangling from my fingertips.
Brent and Cole had just stripped off their shirts and shoes.
Brent wore orange swim trunks and Cole wore black.
Both trunks were long enough to cover their knees, but Lord have mercy.
They rode low on their hips, affording a scrumptious view of all kinds of tempting flesh.
And they couldn’t hide the fact that both were very much well endowed. I gulped. Oh my.
Ally muttered, “You’ve got it bad.”
“Huh?” I asked, staring for all my eyes and brain was worth.
“If you could manage to tear your eyes away from the Terrible Duo, then look around.” She chuckled. “You’ll see what I mean. And you didn’t even notice.”
I did glance around then. A pause. A blink. Everyone in the group was disrobing from their street clothes and it was like a Holiday for the lickable and sexable. They were all tone and built and curvy – Chloe, but…my eyes wandered back to Brent and Cole. Yeah, much better.
“Jesus. You are bad off,” Ally chattered.
I ignored her as Brent leaned back and stretched and Cole applied suntan oil – not block – to his chest and shoulders.
“Come to momma,” I whispered.
Ally choked on a laugh and thrust a bottle of SPF 50 at my stomach.
Predictably, with my focus elsewhere, I fumbled and dropped it.
I sighed in frustration having to quit staring – okay, so maybe I was still a little grumpy – and bent down to retrieve it where it had rolled and disappeared beneath a padded lounge chair.
I snagged it after practically climbing under the darn thing.
I wiggled out from under the wooden slats and managed to make it to my hands and knees without scraping or bruising myself.
I glanced up, blowing my bangs out of my eyes, and found Cole and Brent staring at my behind.
I wondered how long they had been watching me squirm without offering to help.
I started to fume until their heads began moving.
I was afforded a real good view of their eyes, then.
Sparks flew in their gazes as they traveled up my body, eyes ignited when they landed on my breasts. Both lunged at me.
I glanced down and realized that the rims of my pink nipples were showing above my bathing suit. Ugh. I hated this thing. Why the heck couldn’t they make a decent suit without having to worry about spilling over the front?
I was lifting a hand to fix it when I was jerked off the ground from behind – thank you, Cole – and Brent stood in front of me, slipping his fingers under the suits material and yanking it up over my nipples. I scowled at them. As if I needed the help. They scowled right back.
“Where the hell did you get this bathing suit?” Brent asked severely. Eyes narrowing, he tilted his head to stare at Bas and Stash. “And how many times have you gone swimming in the hotel’s pool?”
From my suspended position off the ground, I pointed an accusing finger at Ally – I still hadn’t forgiven her highhandedness. “It was her fault. She made me buy the darn thing.”
Ally scuttled out of the cabana lickity-split, hollering back, “She looks hot. You two should be thanking me.”
Brent shouted, “You can run, but you can’t hide from me, Ally Sue.”
She ran faster.
Cole growled beside my ear. I shivered as the sound rebated through his chest against my back. He whispered, the tone flowing seductively across my goose pebbled flesh, “Do you swim a lot in the hotel pool, sweetheart?”
I bit back a moan, nodding without really thinking. My mind snared on the delicious skin pressed against mine.
“Bas, Stash, I suggest you also run.” Cole chuckled dangerously, setting me down on my feet.
“We’ll even give you two a head start, just to make it sporting.
” They grinned at the two men who slowly backed up before pivoting and sprinting out of the cabana.
I’m guessing they were my regular bodyguards during the day.
Poor Bas wasn’t going to last twenty feet even with the head start. Now, Stash on the other hand…
I jumped in front of Cole and Brent and smiled great big, and asked softly, “If you leave, who’s going to help me with my sunblock? If I miss even one spot, I’ll burn.” I dangled the sunblock right in front of my breast.
They stood there blinking for almost a full half-minute while everyone else stared at them in silence – helpfully - before they snapped out of it.
Their eyes moved over my head to the rapidly retreating Stash and Bas.
I pouted and asked softly, “Please? I need help with it. Or, maybe someone else could help me…”
Whoa!
I was lifted off my feet in a flash and taken to another room of the cabana, held tightly against Brent’s chest. Cole grabbed the bottle I had dropped in my surprise, and followed.
I heard Chloe mutter, “She’s damn good.”
Zane grunted. “Yeah, she saved their asses. Plus, we won’t be banned from another park.”
Vaguely, I wondered what he meant by that.
And then I wasn’t thinking about anything but the hands massaging warmed sunblock on my fevered flesh.
Brent’s slick hands glided over my shoulders and Cole was on his knees in front of me running his slippery hands up and down my legs.
I bit my lip, muffling a moan as my head fell back on Brent’s chest.
They faltered at the sound and I could feel them searing me with their gazes. Brent’s fingers moved after a moment, sliding down to the tops of my breasts. I stared to tremble in heat. Cole’s hands tightened around my thigh and Brent murmured softly, “That much, huh darlin’?”
I knew what he was asking. Yeah, I was that bad off. I needed that much. I nodded and tried to stop shaking. But, I was hurting something fierce for them.
Brent hummed softly that he understood, pressing his lips against my shoulder just as Cole leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on my exposed hip.
My breath rushed out of me and I waved my hands about. “Just hurry up and I’ll be fine. I can deal.”
They had mercy on me and finished quickly.
Thank goodness. I regulated my breathing and thought of anything but the two muscled beefcakes rubbing lotion on me.
But then, it was my turn to return the favor.
They made me slather suntan oil on their backs.
I tried my best to picture them as a science project, like the skeleton I had in class, but that didn’t work so well with defined smooth, hot flesh under my fingers.
By the time we re-entered where the rest of the group was, I was a quivering bundle of nerves.
“You all right, Ember?” Peter asked me, his eyebrows pinching together as he scrutinized my face.
I grabbed a water and pressed the cold surface to my neck. “Yep. Just a little over heated. The pool will help.” Not really a lie.
Zane grunted, next to Peter, watching me closely. His eyes traveled to Brent and Cole – I kept my eyes carefully averted from the temptation’s zone – and he grinned, hiding it behind his Bud Light. Sure. Of course, he got it.
“Well, you be careful out there. With your complexion you could really burn easily. You don’t want to make yourself ill,” Peter offered kindly, pressing the back of his mammoth hand to my forehead.
I stilled, and stood there entirely perplexed. What was he doing?
I glanced at Zane for a little help. The man actually laughed at me.
“Nope, no fever. But, you are sweating, so you’re probably right. The pool should help.” Peter chucked me under the chin and strode off. Oh. He was acting all…fatherly. At least, how I think a father would act if he were kind.
With that, thoughts of my real father invaded. That sobered me up real quick-like from my run-away libido. Nothing like thinking of the bastard to ruin good ‘ol desire. But, then again, he ruined everything else, so why not that, too?
We hit the Taumata Racer first. Now, I have a smidgen of a competitive streak when challenged upfront.
But, boy howdy, this group took it to a whole new level.
Even Brent’s and Cole’s glares to anyone who happened to glance my way didn’t detour their own overly competitive nature. It was an experience, that’s for sure.
On the first run down, I came in last. I didn’t pout, but it did kinda suck. Peter and Zane tied for first with Brent and Cole coming in second and third. Chloe came in fourth. I got to watch each of them hit the bottom in order I was so far behind.
Stash and Bas moseyed up at this point in time.
Other than Brent and Cole whispering something in their ears – Bas turned pale and Stash lips twitched – that was all that happened.
Everyone was too lost in their zone to win.
We grabbed our mats up and trudged back in line to have another go at it.
Peter and Zane were arguing who actually won and the rest were stating how this or that had kept them from be the winner.