The second our feet hit the sand, Markie paused. "It's so gorgeous. Race you to the water," she said, beaming me a smile.
The girl was crazy. Chuckling, I shook my head.
She ripped off her jacket, flung the shirt over her head, and sprinted to the water. I stared after her in shock, partially because of what she was about to do, and partially because of the bikini she was wearing and the way her round ass moved when she ran.
"Holy shit," I said, running a hand down my face. "Fuckin' perfection right there."
Her feet hit the water and she let out a loud whoop, turning to smile at us.
"It's only a little cold!" she shouted. "Come on!"
Yeah right. Shaking my head, I waved for her to go on without us.
She took a few more steps into the water, then her arms flew over her head and she dove right in.
"As perfect as crazy can get," Bones said. "I don't like this, Angel. We're too exposed. Any mother-fucker could pop us from a dozen different spots."
Nodding, I kept one eye on Markie and the other eye scanning the area.
Markie swam for maybe ten minutes before emerging from the water, hair plastered to her body, water dripping from her luscious curves as she rubbed her arms for warmth and ran toward us. Her fine tits were bouncing, and my retinas felt like they were about to catch fire from staring so hard. Before she reached us, I remembered my manners and grabbed her shirt and jacket, shaking the sand off them. I held them out to her, and she put them on.
Still, her lips were turning blue.
"Come here," I said, opening my arms.
She shook her head. "I don't want to ruin your suit."
I grabbed her hand and pulled her against me, tucking my suit and jacket around her. It felt like being next to a goddamn ice cube.
We hurried into the hotel and Markie tried to pull away from me to head into her room, but I wasn't about to let her out of my sight.
"Let's go get you warmed up," I said, holding her close as Bones opened our room and slipped inside.
After Bones cleared the room, we went in and I turned on the fireplace, got her a towel for her hair, and poured me and Markie each a glass of wine while she took off her wet shirt and jacket and slipped into my bathrobe. Bones went into his room and Markie sat on the sofa in front of the fireplace. Carrying our glasses of wine over, I sat beside her and pulled her against me. She let me hold her as we sipped wine and talked until she warmed up.
Her body felt so right against mine. I brushed aside her hair and kissed her neck. Her breathing quickened, and she relaxed against me. Holding her, I listened to stories about the crazy shit she'd done with the children in Africa. Markie ziplined on some raggedy old rope, went for walks in the bush where the wild animals were, and often had to hide herself and the children from Boko Haram soldiers. With each story she told, my respect for her increased.
"I should probably get some sleep," she said stretching as she stood.
The bathrobe pulled apart far enough for me to get an eyeful of cleavage. Damn she had great tits. Just the brief glimpse of them instantly made me hard.
"Here, I'll walk you to your room," I said, standing.
I tapped on Bones's door and let him know we were going next door.
"Hold up," he said. Opening his door in sweats and a T-shirt, he held out his hand. "Give me your room key and I'll check it out first."
She looked from me to Bones. "Is that really necessary?"
I shrugged. "It helps him sleep at night if he knows everyone's safe."
She handed over her keycard and Bones walked out the door.
Holding her hand, I led her into the hallway, where we waited for Bones. A few minutes later, the door opened, and he stepped out.
"All clear. I'm gonna open the door between our rooms," he said, handing her back her key. "You need anything, you know where to find us."
"Thanks," she replied, looking confused.
