“You have it real bad, Jimbo,” said Bobby, watching his brother watching Tasha and Alexa splashing in the water.
“You have no idea.” Jim never took his eyes off her as she led Alexa back into more shallow water before kneeling down. He stared at her ass as she lowered herself down into the sea and grinned.
“Is she number seven then?” Bobby’s question was serious, but quiet enough that only Jim could hear him.
“That would be the plan.” He still watched Tasha.
“Have you asked her?” Bobby was amused at just how smitten his brother obviously was.
“Yeah, and she has said yes, but she is in no hurry to set a date, but we agreed to discuss it when she came out here,” explained Jim.
“Discuss?” Laughed Bobby.
“Yes, discuss, which as we both know means me refusing to discuss anything else until a date has been set,” acknowledged Jim.
“I would at least have a very large diamond on that finger to ward off potential suitors,” said Bobby seriously.
“Suitors like him?”
Bobby followed his brother’s gaze until it reached the young, blond lifeguard showering Tasha and Alexa with his attention. He looked back at Jim and flinched at his expression, but tried to reassure him.
“Jimbo, she is young, beautiful and funny, other men will want to talk to and be with her, but so long as it’s you that she wants to be with and it’s your bed she’s sleeping in you have nothing to worry about.”
“I don’t have to like it.” Jim bristled further as he watched Tasha stand up and turn to face the lifeguard.
What the fuck was she doing? Was she flirting back? Was she trying to piss him off as payback for the Sally Carter conversation? Whatever her motive she was succeeding in pissing him off and he didn’t like it. He edged forward as he thought she had actually moved to give this boy a look at her ass, his ass, and he was enjoying the view. This horny boy couldn’t take his eyes off her. She really was pissing him off now.
“Lizzie, go and tell Tasha to come back and join us, please. It’s not much of a family day out if we’re not together, is it?”
Lizzie leapt up and headed down towards the water’s edge.
He sat back. Bobby was right. He needed to get a ring on Tasha’s finger and quick, if only to let other people, other men, know she was spoken for and as he couldn’t brand her he would have to settle for a ring, whether she wanted one or not. Yet again he had overindulged her in letting her put off announcing their intention to marry, in not making her wear his ring and by not setting a date.
As Lizzie reached them, Jim physically relaxed right up to the point where the other man touched Tasha’s arm. Jim stood up and was unsure whether he should go and introduce himself to his girlfriend’s new admirer, but they were on their way back up the beach.
“Get her a ring, Jimbo. That guy can’t take his eyes off her and who can blame him? I am struggling myself,” admitted Bobby.
He was right, again. He was watching her every move and now, fuck, the younger guy was rearranging his dick. Was there any man who was immune to her charms? She smiled at him now as she swung arms with Lizzie on one side and Alexa on the other. He returned a half-smile and wondered if he should, or could take her back to the car and remind her that she was his, only his.
Tasha sat back on her lounger as Alexa told her parents how far into the water she’d been. They bestowed lots of praise on her bravery and courage.
Jim leaned across. “Another fan to add to your list, Natasha.” She blushed and was considering her reply, her defence, when Jim added, “Alexa, unless you’ve found any more fans.”
She shook her head as he stared at her darkly, letting her know he had indeed seen her exchange with Dean and her denial of a fan would undoubtedly be discussed later.
She put on her sunglasses and lay back fully on the lounger until Philip’s voice broke her thoughts.
“Dad, can we have ice cream please?” He grinned at Jim.
“I guess so, anybody else?” asked Jim.
The others all started putting in their requests and as he turned to Tasha she shrugged.
“Come on, Tasha, a yes or a no, baby, ice cream or no ice cream?” He sounded irritated and she knew the ice cream was irrelevant to his annoyance.
“Yes, please.”
“What sort of ice cream?”
