I glance away. "I know. I didn't mean..." There is this silence between us now and it's so palpable that I can't breathe. "So what if I do have a girl boner for you? It's just primal."
He moves his hands back to either side of my waist and I sink down a little. "It's a bad idea."
My forehead tightens. "What is?"
"You and me."
"Why?"
"Because you're clearly a girlfriend girl, and I can't think of anything I'd like less."
"That's a heavy statement. What about polio? Bet you'd like that less."
"Nah." He curls his lips and shakes his head. "I think I'll take the polio."
"You don't even know me. Maybe I'm only interested in one thing from you, Max Butcher."
"Is that so?"
My eyes are suddenly drawn to Bronson, who is climbing out of the pool butt naked, and I can't believe I didn't even notice that he's been naked this whole time. He casually struts over to collect his towel. His thick, powerful thighs are wrapped in beautiful vibrant tattoos. An intricate family tree design runs from the base of his spine to his neck. I struggle to look away when he turns around and begins to pat himself dry. He starts at his lean muscular abdomen and works his way down each leg. His penis hangs thick and long between his thighs. There are colourful tattoos on nearly every inch of his body. It's intense and sexy and awkward, and I really need to look away now. I glance back at Max.
He's eyeballing me. "You checking out my brother, Little One?"
My cheeks catch fire; I know I'm blushing off the charts. "Oh my God, he's completely naked, Max."
"Yeah. He does that. I really wish he wouldn’t."
Bronson calls over to Max. "Time to hit the road, Maxipad. Boss called!"
Max lets go of me and swims towards Bronson. He lifts himself out of the water and I push back to the pool edge, where I watch the hottest man on earth stride away from me. Max has mostly black ink on his arms and chest and theexact same family tree tattoo, but the rest of his skin is smooth, bare, and bronzed.
I stare at them as they converse. He dries himself off quickly and pulls his shirt on. He's definitely built bigger than Bronson, with large defined muscles that create visible curves beneath his shirt.
His jaw is tight as he talks to his brother, but then softens when he looks over at me. "Until next time, Little One."
I sigh, knowing that he was right—I'd want more than just one thing from him.
I'd want everything.
I'll fuck you on this slide
"I love this song,"I announce. "Turn it up, pretty please."
Using the button on his steering wheel, Braidy turns the volume up as he glances at me in the rear-view mirror.
Luke listens intently from the seat beside mine. "What’s the song?"
“"Riptide.” It's my jam." I bop my head and begin to sing, peering out the window as we roll down Old Coast Road towards the marina.
Toni sings over the top of the music. He twists to grin at me from the front seat while making a jerking-off motion with his hand."Your left-hand, man."
I just laugh and continue to sing, lost in my own world of Vance Joy and ocean views.
When we get to the marina, we wander the docks for a while, pointing out the boats we like and enjoying the final rays of the sun.
"Where is our boat today, Toni?" I ask, smiling widely.
He chuckles. "Fucking Manu," he says, and we hip and shoulder each other lightly.
