“I think the water gods are mad we’re fornicating on their beach.”
“Me thinks you’re right. Let’s get our stuff and head back. It’s probably getting close to dinner soon and I don’t want the boys freaking out. Or worse, Lizzy.”
Chuckling, I roll over to look up at the beach for my bottoms. Fortunately, my top is still lassoed around my neck. “Shit!” I scurry up the beach on my hands and knees and grab my bottoms, which are floating in the water, on their way back out to sea. “That was close.”
I quickly stand and slip my leg through the one hole, then tie the strings on the right side, ignoring the crotch full of sand I have right now. A quick dip in the ocean should help wash away most of the sand.
Knox is standing near the water’s edge looking around, still stark ass naked.
“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you getting dressed?”
“Ha. So… funny story.”
“Knox?” I look around, but don’t see his bathing suit. “Knox…”
His lips flatten into a hard line. “Yea. So me also thinks my bathing suit is gone… like Poseidon, loved it so much, he sent his little wave friends up here to snatch it back to sea.”
“So you’re saying he snatched it while you were getting some snatch?”
He points at me, finger bobbing up and down. “I see what you did there and usually I would high five the superb word play… but I’m standing cock out on the beach, nary a house in sight.”
“Nary a house?” I look around. “Nary a bathing suit, either.”
“You think this is funny?”
I shrug. “A little.”
“Ev. How in the fuck am I going to get back to the house?”
“Walk?”
“With my hand cupping my cock and balls-”
I burst out laughing, “Cock ‘n balls. I don’t know why, but it makes me think of Christmas.”
“Har, har. When you can be mature again and help me solve this problem, let me know. I’ll be over here waiting.”
“With nary a bathing suit, holding your cock ‘n balls,” I mumble out through laughter.
“I’ll just take yours, since you don’t seem to care.” He scurries over to me.
“The fuck you will.” I stop laughing long enough to stiff arm him, hand pressed flat against his chest.
“You’re right, I’d never.” He backs away. “But seriously, what are we going to do?”
“Can you see it out in the ocean?”
“No. I’ve looked. There are too many waves crashing right now, anyway.”
I look off in the distance, from the way we came. “I can barely just see the house. I think.”
“I’m not walking back, cock in hand. I don’t need to have beach patrol cite me for public indecency.
“If they did, I’d ask for the definition of indecent, because nothing about you says indecent. In fact, I would argue that you are decent. Very decent. Well, fuck. I saw it going somewhere else in my head. Decent sounds so blah, but you are such the opposite, but like in a positive way. Like if a positive word could have a more positive opposite, that’s what you would be.”
“I really appreciate the pep talk, but you aren’t helping,” he says, looking around anxiously.
“Do you want me to run back to the house, grab a pair of shorts, and run back?”
