“It’s been over thirty minutes,” Lizzy chimes in.
“We could go help him?”
“Who wants to do that?” Knox says with a grimace.
I turn around to face him, running my hands up his chest. “I would be forever grateful if you helped.” My stomach gurgles, so I stand up in front of him.
“How grateful?” He leans in towards my stomach and plants kisses on it.
“Fucking horn dogs! The whole lot of you!” Lizzy shouts, grabbing Tony’s hand to walk back towards the house.
“You didn’t answer my question,” Knox whispers against my skin, his lips barely brushing it.
I look down at him, as he’s staring at me between his lashes, looking like every bit of the badass surfer boy.
He pumps his eyebrows a little, then drags the front of my bathing suit down.
“Knox! We’re in public.”
He smiles and slides his other hand up my thigh and dips his finger into my bathing suit, brushing it across my pussy. “Is that why you’re so wet?”
“Fuck you,” I pant, voice shaky.
“Yes, please.” He slides his finger out and wraps both hands around my ass, bringing my hips closer to his face. He takes in a deep breath and I cringe.
“I just got out of the ocean. There is going to be sand and salt all up in my lady bits and who knows what else.”
“Ceviche.”
“Shut the fuck up. Gross.” Jax wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me from Knox’s grasp. “That was Lizzy level of stupid shit to say!” He swings me around and I can’t help but laugh.
Knox leaps from his chair and runs after us while I’m still strapped to Jax’s chest like a tandem skydiver. After a few circles, Knox stops and Jax sets me down.
“So I’m really starving and now really horny. Thanks to Knox.”
“At your service,” he says, bowing and tipping his invisible hat.
“How about this? First one back to the house gets to shower with me!” I take off running towards the house.
“Dibs!” Knox yells, running.
“Shit!” Jax mumbles, running after him.
I’m slow on the sand. It feels like lead weights have been strapped to my ankles, but I push through, because food and orgasms wait for me! Lizzy must hear what’s going on because she pauses on the deck and looks at me running like a loon across the small boardwalk.
“What’s going on?” she yells.
“First one back gets-”
“Oh!” she shouts as realization hits her after she sees the guys running towards the house. “Count me in!” She grabs Tony’s hand and starts running.
I’m a few paces behind her and see her fling open the back door, then freeze. We all nearly run into one another like they do on those cartoons when fast moving objects meet a wall. That wall right now being Lizzy.
She turns and looks at me, her face drained of all its color, like someone died.
“What?” I ask in a panic. Did something happen to Beckett? Is that why they never came back out?
I step forward and walk into the house and see what she saw.
