“Really?” Jordan asked, a cute smile on her face. “That’s adorable.”
“Ah, yes, that’s what I was going for. Adorable Liam who always travels with a swimming suit to try out the pools.” Liam teased Jordan with ease.
Too much ease.
“Are you going to try out the pool or just the hot tub?” Jordan glanced at the pool. “We could have a cannonball competition?”
“No offense, Jordan, but you’re not big enough to win that.”
“Hey.” She splashed him. “Never underestimate me and cannonballs.”
“Oh, spicy. I like it.” Liam stared at her in a way I really didn’t enjoy. She was fucking beautiful, so it was obvious why he stared, but she stared back, and I despised it.
I hated that she could flirt with me, tease me, then go straight to him. The cruelest part of it all was that she never spoke anything but the truth. She didn’t play people. She was a free spirit who had commitment issues.
“Let’s go then, Liam.” Jordan stood and left the hot tub, her ass on full display for both of us.
“Fuck.” Liam blinked and ran a hand over his face, then ogled her ass again. Then, he stood and joined her near the pool.
Jordan didn’t wait before jumping in with a cannonball, causing a nice little wave. Liam did the same and made one twice as large. They kept doing cannonballs, three, four times, and I was done.
They were full-on flirting now.
Liam fit Jordan’s description perfect for herdating an athletetirade. He was a good guy. The fact he was great made me hate him a little bit, but I didn’t have to watch them flirt. My cock settled down, and I got up, wrapping the towel around me. I could sneak away, but I wasn’t a jerk. “Hey, Dan, I’m heading to the room.”
“Oh.” She winced. “I’ll come with you.”
“It’s alright. You’re having a good time.” I jutted my chin at Liam. “No need to stop on my behalf.”
“Is she with you?” Liam asked, the meaning behind his question insanely clear. He glanced at me, to Jordan, then back to me. I had to swallow the urge to sayfuck yes, she’s with mebecause that was what I wanted.
But Jordan answered instead.
5
JORDAN
In my short life of twenty-one years, there were very few moments when I panicked. I could count on one hand the times my brain went bonkers and spiraled into a verbal-diarrhea situation. This was one of them.
“He’s my bestie. My guy fry. My dude. I’m stayingwithhim, but I’m notwithhim, ya know? We’ve been friends a long time. Seen too much. Knows too much.”
Preston ran a hand over his jaw, his face not giving anything away. He’d just touched my boob…something we had never done. He played with my nipple with his finger, and his chest heaved, and his eyes went all wild and heated. Ilovedseeing that side of him, a side I never knew. He was into me despite all the shit he knew about me, and a part of me wanted more.
The second Liam opened the door though, my mind snapped back to reality. I had to cool the hell off. It was Preston… my Preston, and we stepped a foot past the line we always drew. I had no idea what that meant.
And now he wanted to leave me with Liam. I wasn’t exactly Preston’s type—he preferred more rule followers, less chaos,which was so not me. I couldn’t stop staring at Preston, who looked bored at being here. No traces of the heat or the moment we shared remained. His expression was almost pained.
“Love that,” Liam said, reminding me he was here. I’d forgotten about him in my panic. “You wanna hang a little more down here, Jordan?”
God, I wished I could read Preston’s face. I used to be able to, but he intentionally masked it right now. He could regret what we did, which would be weird for a day, but I’d be okay. Or he could hate it and be disgusted with me. Or he could think it was no big deal at all.
“I’ll be up for a bit if you want to stay. Just text me when you want to head up.” Preston rocked back on his heels, the epitome of nonchalant.
I was the opposite of nonchalant. I was mega-chalant. All the fucking chalants. I studied him, trying to find a clue of what he wanted me to do. I was hereforhim. Chewing my lip, I shrugged. “Sure you don’t wanna stay a little more? Make this a group match ofodds?”
“Odds?” Liam grinned. “That sounds fun.”
“Oh. It’s fucking fun. We can do double-downs too,” I said, more for Liam, but I spoke to Preston. “It’ll help distract from the championship tomorrow.”
