I was lifted off my feet in a flash and taken to another room of the cabana, held tightly against Brent’s chest. Cole grabbed the bottle I had dropped in my surprise, and followed.
I heard Chloe mutter, “She’s damn good.”
Zane grunted. “Yeah, she saved their asses. Plus, we won’t be banned from another park.”
Vaguely, I wondered what he meant by that. And then I wasn’t thinking about anything but the hands massaging warmed sunblock on my fevered flesh. Brent’s slick hands glided over my shoulders and Cole was on his knees in front of me running his slippery hands up and down my legs. I bit my lip, muffling a moan as my head fell back on Brent’s chest.
They faltered at the sound and I could feel them searing me with their gazes. Brent’s fingers moved after a moment, sliding down to the tops of my breasts. I stared to tremble in heat. Cole’s hands tightened around my thigh and Brent murmured softly, “That much, huh darlin’?”
I knew what he was asking. Yeah, I was that bad off. Ineededthat much. I nodded and tried to stop shaking. But, I was hurting something fierce for them.
Brent hummed softly that he understood, pressing his lips against my shoulder just as Cole leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on my exposed hip.
My breath rushed out of me and I waved my hands about. “Just hurry up and I’ll be fine. I can deal.”
They had mercy on me and finished quickly.Thank goodness.I regulated my breathing and thought of anything butthe two muscled beefcakes rubbing lotion on me. But then, it was my turn to return the favor. They made me slather suntan oil on their backs. I tried my best to picture them as a science project, like the skeleton I had in class, but that didn’t work so well with defined smooth, hot flesh under my fingers. By the time we re-entered where the rest of the group was, I was a quivering bundle of nerves.
“You all right, Ember?” Peter asked me, his eyebrows pinching together as he scrutinized my face.
I grabbed a water and pressed the cold surface to my neck. “Yep. Just a little over heated. The pool will help.” Not really a lie.
Zane grunted, next to Peter, watching me closely. His eyes traveled to Brent and Cole – I kept my eyes carefully averted from the temptation’s zone – and he grinned, hiding it behind his Bud Light. Sure. Of course, he got it.
“Well, you be careful out there. With your complexion you could really burn easily. You don’t want to make yourself ill,” Peter offered kindly, pressing the back of his mammoth hand to my forehead.
I stilled, and stood there entirely perplexed.What was he doing?
I glanced at Zane for a little help. The man actually laughed at me.
“Nope, no fever. But, you are sweating, so you’re probably right. The pool should help.” Peter chucked me under the chin and strode off. Oh. He was acting all…fatherly. At least, how I think a father would act if he were kind.
With that, thoughts of my real father invaded. That sobered me up real quick-like from my run-away libido. Nothing like thinking of the bastard to ruin good ‘ol desire. But, then again, he ruined everything else, so why not that, too?
We hit the Taumata Racer first. Now, I have a smidgen of a competitive streak when challenged upfront. But, boy howdy, this group took it to a whole new level. Even Brent’s and Cole’s glares to anyone who happened to glance my way didn’t detour their own overly competitive nature. It was an experience, that’s for sure.
On the first run down, I came in last. I didn’t pout, but it did kinda suck. Peter and Zane tied for first with Brent and Cole coming in second and third. Chloe came in fourth. I got to watch each of them hit the bottom in order I was so far behind.
Stash and Bas moseyed up at this point in time. Other than Brent and Cole whispering something in their ears – Bas turned pale and Stash lips twitched – that was all that happened. Everyone was too lost in their zone to win. We grabbed our mats up and trudged back in line to have another go at it. Peter and Zane were arguing who actually won and the rest were stating how this or that had keptthemfrom be the winner.
I saw Ally and waved her over. I needed a little normal amidst all this testosterone. And Chloe was included in that mix. At the moment, she was arguing with Peter about slipping at the beginning and losing a few seconds. Yeah, Ally would be nice right about now.
I mouthed “Help!” when she just raised her eyebrows and continued sipping from a fruity drink some feet off. She sighed and strutted over, grabbing a mat along the way. I realized that I hadn’t even checked her out. Subconsciously, I knew her hips were swaying and her breasts moved with every step, but I hadn’t taken the time, or even wanted to check out her lovely assets.
I blinked at that revelation. I think I was over her. Completely. I still loved her, but…I no longer felt the old hurt at all.
The twenty year old boys who were behind my group were rough housing and I asked them politely if Ally could cut in front of them. They checked me out. Checked Ally out. And grinned, nodding. I know I look a lot younger because of my tiny frame, but Ally’s a total woman in her prime with her curves and long legs. Surprisingly, their eyes lingered on me more than her.
Huh, you woulda thunk it?
She maneuvered between them and glided up next to me, cocking a hip out – very Ally-like. She huffed, “I think you have fans.”
I grinned. A little ego boost never hurt anyone.
“So what was so important I had to leave the scenery?” She tilted her head toward a pool. I glanced over the steps railing and saw a bevy of beautiful women swimming together near where Ally had left her drink.
I laughed. “You know Sam will be here tomorrow.” I yanked on her curls, playing with them absently. “You need to start behaving.”
She rolled her eyes.
