“We like golf. What’s so funny about that?” I ask them with mock annoyance.
Karessa has another margarita in hand as she dances around to some Spanish song on the radio. She’s dressed different than she was earlier. Instead of a dress. She’s wearing a one-piece romper with a tropical floral print and sandals. Her hair is in its puffy state and pulled back into a low ponytail.
“We’re not laughing about you liking golf,” she explains. “It’s just you two have the nerve to look preppy and innocent. We’re not buying it.”
I fold my arms. “So you want me to play golf with my dick out,” I volley and fold my arm.
“I’d probably watch then,” Ainslee answers matter-of-factly.
Oran pulls her into a rough kiss then releases her. “You two behave. We’ll be gone most of the day. Spa?”
Ainslee shakes her head. “No spa today. Karessa and I have other plans. Enjoy!”
The way the little asshole says it has me suspicious.
“And they are?” I ask looking between the two of them.
“Drinks and dancing,” Karessa tells me as she wiggles her hips to the song.
My brain automatically goes to a visual of Karessa and Ainslee dancing together and Oran nudges me. He knows where my mind went. He smirks because we’re on the same page but he shakes the wrist holding his watch. Oran is obsessed with being on time. Vacation wouldn’t change that.
I drop a kiss on Karessa’s forehead and squeeze her ass. “I…” I pause once I realize I almost told her I love her. “I’ll see you tonight.”
“Okay,” she smiles, missing my almost utterance. Lingering, I take a kiss. Soft and sweet with none of the bullshit.
Karessa sighs sweetly like we haven’t done so many dirty things. She must feel the difference as well. I drop back and smile at her while allowing my fingers to softly slide down her cheek. Her skin flushes and she closes her eyes and turns her cheek into my touch like she did when she was sleeping.
“Bye,” I murmur and she giggles in return.
I turn to find Oran with an ‘are you done?’ expression on his face and chuckle. That man is serious about his appointments.
Once we’re in the backseat with the doors closed, Oran nudges me to get my attention.
“Yeah?”
His gray eyes shine with amusement. “Congratulations.”
I frown at him, not knowing what he’s talking about. “For what?”
Oran sucks his teeth. “Come on, Jagger. I saw that. You don’t think I recognize ‘in love’ kisses?”
I rub the scruff on my face. We’ve never been good at bullshitting each other. “I almost said it just now.”
“Are you waiting for a special time?”
“Not really.” I admit. “It just would have been random as fuck saying it for the first time on my way to play golf.”
Oran nods his understanding. “Yeah, I can see that. How does it feel?”
I consider it for a moment. It’s not a typical question. “Different from anything I felt before.”
I’m trying to find more words but with Oran I don’t need them. “I know what you mean, man.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Karessa
The music pumpsthrough the bar energizing the tourist and tourist poachers and people drink and party. I was dancing earlier but Ainslee is an energizer bunny fueled by alcohol. I hold our spots at the table while she dances the night away. Jagger has been checking in and I know they’re done with golf and are relaxing at the villa. I get it. The sun can be draining and I don’t know how well they golf.
