Without warning, I grab the pillow next to me and fling it at Bastien’s head. He catches it, the quick fucker. Bastien holds it and does a belly flop onto my bed, bouncing me around.
I register that I’m only in a tank and undies, but I elect not to care. I start playfully kicking Bastien in the side, trying to force him off my bed. I look over and discover a guy I don’t know is looking through the books on my bookshelf.
“Uh, who are you?”
He looks up bashfully. “I’m Sabin.”
Sabin’s voice is a smooth baritone, and just like the other guys, he’s sex on a stick. He has a trendy crew cut that’s combed to the side. It looks medium brown and wet, or maybe he has product in it. He has masculine eyebrows over gorgeous forest green eyes.
His nose is straight and a defined cupid’s bow slopes into luscious lips. His ears are gauged with small black plugs. My attention is drawn to a full sleeve of tattoos on his left arm. I can make out trees and what looks like a full moon, but I’d have to get closer to take in all the details. Sabin smiles at my obvious inspection of him, revealing a set of dimples.
Everything about Sabin screams heartbreaker.Great, let’s just add one more temptation to the overfilled plate that is my libido. I look away from him and notice that while I was distracted by sexy motherfucker number five, Bastien has grabbed my ankle and is now pulling me off the bed.
I feint a kick with my free leg towards his crotch, and he let’s go of me to protect himself. I get my feet under me and launch myself onto Bastien’s back. I hook an arm around his neck and start to administer an epic noogie.
Bastien starts laughing and screaming “my hair, my hair,” in a high-pitched overly feminine voice. I’m laughing so hard I can’t hang on when he grabs my knee and swings me around to his front. Satisfaction with my new position sweeps through me, and my rational side clutches its pearls at the scandalous thought.
Bastien plants a raspberry on my neck, which makes me squeal and wiggle to get away from him. He lets me drop to my feet, laughing, and Sabin is staring at us with an unidentifiable look on his face. The saucy side I never knew I had is apparently out and proud because I wink at Sabin as I walk to the bathroom.
“Don’t tell Lachlan that I’ve relocated a chunk of his library," I tell Sabin as I close the doors to my bathroom behind me.
“Don’t shower, Bruiser. We’re going to play outside, so wear a swimsuit. The skimpier, the better.”
I roll my eyes and then laugh. It looks like Bastien’s saucy side is out to play too. I clean up and use my magic to remove all the unwanted hair on my body before I put on a bright purple bikini. It has a crochet racerback and crochet details on the sides of the bottoms. Over that, I throw on a white V-neck tee and some jean shorts.
I slip into some old beat up black chucks, and I put a towel and some flip flops in a canvas crossbody bag. Lastly, I put on some aviators and head out. I make my bed, giving it the necessary appreciation for my awesome sleep before I rush down the stairs. Birdie bids me good morning and hands me a smoothie and a breakfast sandwich. I give her a quick side hug and sit at the island to quickly chow down.
“The boys are in the garage," she tells me with a playful glare after I win the battle to clean my cup. She still snagged my plate, so it’s not a total win, but I’m making progress.
I walk through and find the guys in the middle set of garages amongst a ton oftoys. I spot jet skis, snowmobiles, camping equipment, ski and snowboarding equipment and a plethora of other things I can’t identify. They are loading up several ATVs with a couple of bags and a cooler.
A bottle of sunscreen is tossed to me, and I start to spray it all over. I catch Knox watching me, and I pause. When I don’t resume whatever it was that had him so enthralled, Knox looks up and realizes he’s been caught ogling. He just smiles at me with no shame. I shake my head and mouthpervertto him, which brings a chuckle from him and Ryker, who was apparently watching our exchange.
“You guys need any help?”
“Nope, I think we’re just about set," Valen tells me.
I step back and try to get out of the way, while I watch the organized chaos of their preparations. Bastien hands out walkie-talkies, and they all test that they’re working. The group suddenly starts playing roshambo, declaring best two out of three.
The final match is between Knox and Valen. Valen walks away victorious, and Knox wails dramatically. I’m laughing and getting ready to ask them what that was all about when Valen crooks a finger at me and tells me I’m riding with him.
“Did you just rock-paper-scissors for me?”
“Well not for you exactly, just to see who you’d ride with," Valen smirks at me.
“Maybe I want to drive myself.”
“Do you?”
I stare at him for a beat.
“I have no idea how to drive one of these things," I admit.
Valen shrugs. “I can teach you. Either way is cool with me; it’ll be your arms around me or my arms around you," he finishes with a faux dreamy look on his face, and I laugh.
I climb on behind him and position my bag, so it’s slung across my back. Valen starts to pull his hair back into a knot, and I follow suit. I secure my hair up into a messy bun and try not to drool over the rippling muscles moving along his back and arms.
“Do I hold on to you?” I ask, unsure if he was joking or if that’s legit.
