And I know exactly what I want to do.
Aside from theincident with Ms. Blowie, I never thought of myself as a jealous girlfriend.
Of course, I expected it would come with how popular Nero is, and I prepared for it because I know it will only get worse when he plays for D1 football.
But now? I could feel my vision going red at the two girls hounding a topless Nero, asking him about Crouse and if he applied the normal way or if he was scouted, while they were in their goddamn bikinis.
It’s a beach, I know that.
I’m not about to slutshame girls for wearing tiny triangles when we’re on a beach. My problem was purely their flirting with my man.
I looked to my right, seeing Dex and Siege playing beach volleyball, just as shirtless as Nero, and at first glance, you’d think I have nothing to be jealous of.
Until you look to the lounge chairs near the beach house’s infinity pool, and their eyes were trained on the two, one girl even biting her lip at the sight of their muscles flexing.
I was clenching my fists, trying to be rational and feel flattered instead that my guys were desirable, but logic flew out the window the moment I saw Nero took a subtle step back because a girl in our Psych class wrapped a hand around his biceps.
That is it.
I stayed back a few minutes in our room to change, andthisis the situation I walked into?
Grabbing hold of the hem of my oversized shirt—which, territorially, was one of my guys’—I pulled it off my body to showcase my own one-piece swimsuit.
Sure, it’s nothing compared to the other girls’ bikinis, but this is already a tremendous deal for me.
Plus, I’m confident that my guys already have the hots for me.
The swimsuit and extra skin were just a little push as I purposefully walked onto the sand, first in front of Nero, and then making my way to pass by Dex and Siege.
“Sorry. Excuse me,” I heard Nero say to the two girls, almost at the exact moment the sounds of hands hitting the volleyball stopped.
I didn’t have to look back to guess that the three were following me as I headed back towards the inside of the beach house.
If someone saw me come out of the beach house, walk through the sand just to come back inside again? They’ll probably think I’m stupid or something.
But screw them. The ocean and sand can wait.
I was feeling jealous, and I needed to be reminded that these guys are mine.
Crossing the threshold of our room, I finally turned around to look at the three, seeing that their eyes were trained on different parts of my body.
Siege’s was on my breasts, Dex’s was on my thighs, and Nero’s gaze was stuck on my legs.
They were all hanging around the doorway, only springing into action when I slipped the swimsuit’s sleeves off my shoulders.
Nero was sent into a panic that someone else might see me stripping, closing the door to the room we claimed as ours. Because apparently the football captain and homecoming king held the power of dibs. Not officially. Just that no one dared to question him.
“What are you doing, little vixen?” Siege asked, his eyes blown with want as I continued to undress in front of them.
“Nothing. I changed my mind. I’ll go for a swim tomorrow. I’m just changing into my jammies,” I said, acting innocent before Dex gently grasped my wrist and pulled me towards him.
He didn’t even hesitate before pressing his lips against mine, and I couldn’t keep up with the act as I melted in his arms.
With a throaty groan, his hand came up to the underside of my left butt cheek, giving it a squeeze that made me gasp against his mouth. He took the opportunity, shoving his tongue inside my mouth, and then we were playing tonsil tennis as I felt a body press up behind me.
Feeling the callousness against my breast as the newcomer’s hand came up to roll my nipple between his fingers, there was no doubt in my mind.
Siege.
