“I don’t care,” Jana said tearfully. “If you do it with me, he’ll remember I’m here.”
Rebel wouldn’t point out her flawed logic. It would only hurt and upset Jana more.
Rebel stood, dusted off her backside, and nodded to Jana. “Come with me.”
Although he didn’t expect to play another volleyball match after narrowly winning against CJ’s team, Diesel couldn’t say ‘no’ when Fia, Tauriel, and their friends challenged him and his with the promise of topless game. He was the prize in a best of three match. No, theythoughthe was the prize. He’d just have to show them how fucking serious he was about not sleeping with any of them.
When game one ended, Narci called for a piss break, so Diesel headed to the last place he’d seen Jana, surprised to find her gone.
Not bothering to put his shirt back on, he went in search of her, not finding her in the kitchen, the main room, the bathroom, or in theparking lot.
“She left with Rebel about twenty minutes ago,” Orange said when Diesel asked if he’d seen Jana. He pointed toward the forest trail. “I guess they went home.”
“I guess so,” Diesel bit out, turned and stormed back to where the game was going on.
Bouncing tits, fluttering hair, and female giggles were powerful motivators for a man to show his prowess. Even though Dieselwould notfuck any of them, their liveliness amused and invigorated him. In private, Jana was as flirty and lively as the girls jockeying for his attention. She also had a nice body, although he probably wouldn’t have noticed her even if she’d still been there because he loved tits and hers were covered.
“Watch this, Narci,” Cara called, all bleached blonde hair, tanning bed skin, and long legs. She served the ball.
“What the fuck?” Narci breathed, staring off to the side, not moved when the ball hit the side of his head.
“Jesus,” Torrin said, looking in the same direction.
“Look at Jana, Diesel,” Axel said, tugging on Diesel’s arm.
Instead of answering his little brother, Diesel followed their line of vision and started. Jana stood in a red, two-piece bikini, her tits nearly bursting from the small top. Her red lipstick seemed too bold, contrasting the expectation in her eyes.
“That’s my fiancée, fuckheads,” Diesel snarled.
“We’re not looking at Jana, Diesel,” Torrin said. “Look behind her.”
He stepped to the side for a better view and choked. Rebel wore a red bikini with red lipstick too, her hair a wild mass around her. Unlike Jana, Rebel stood proudly, owning the world.
She knew that even though the club girls were topless and her most sacred parts were covered, every motherfucker there was looking at her.
She met Diesel’s gaze, so many emotions in her eyes he wondered what the fuck went through her mind.
“Have you lost your fucking mind?” he pushed out.
“Nope.” She popped her lips and Diesel’s heartrate sped up. “I’m here to play volleyball with my almost sister-in-law, Fia, Tauriel, and the rest of them.”
“I-I want to play, too,” Jana said.
Rebel tossed her hair. “Wait, Jana. We probably can’t play with them. Our tits aren’t out.”
“I can take my top—”
“I have a better idea.” Rebel giggled like a fucking airhead—like Cara—and turned, snatching an abandoned volleyball.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” one of his friends said.
Diesel was too outdone to process who was speaking. He refused to acknowledge Rebel’s thong or her gorgeous skin. She was as perfect as he remembered and even more alluring with what little cover she wore than when she’d been stark naked.
“Let’s resume our game,” Heidi demanded.
Rebel let the ball fall to the ground. “I’m soooo clumsy. Jana, why don’t you bend over and pick it up for us?”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Diesel snarled. “Don’t test my fucking patience, Jana. If you bend over, every motherfucker here will look at you.”
