“Hey! What the fuck was that for?” I rub my arm.
“You are an idiot,” he snaps.
“What? Why?”
“Doyouknow how much fun it could be?” he gets in my face. “I’llshow you how much fun it can be.”
I gape at him silently. “What’s got your nuts in a twist?”
“You, you moron.” With that, he takes off in the same direction as Ellie.
I glance over at London cluelessly. She just shrugs.
I watch as Jett and Ellie walk their boards out into the water, then quickly and effortlessly mount them by kneeling first then standing. Ellie impresses me by how comfortably she can move in that skimpy little bikini I plan on burning once we get back to the bungalow.
Jett and Ellie push off with their sticks, sending them gliding over the crystal-blue lagoon, both keeping pace with each other. I still don’t see how this is supposed to be fun. I want to yawn just watching them. I place my hands behind head, close my eyes, and relax. That’s when I hear Ellie scream. My heart nearly jumps out of my throat. I pop up to find Jett on Ellie’s surfboard. They’re play fighting, Jett attempting to push her off the board and then catching her just before she falls into the water. Ellie is laughing hysterically trying her damnedest to fend him off. I glare, my blood heating, as he puts his hands all over her mostly exposed body.
Okay, he’s made his point. Repeatedly. Especially over Ellie’s back, sides, and thighs.
“The man sure knows how to send a message,” London comments behind her large black sunglasses.
“That he fucking does,” I gripe just as he grabs her ass with both hands and presses her against him.
“Jett!” Ellie cries out laughing even harder wiggling in his arms.
That’s it. Jett may be my best friend and all, but he is crossing the line. My girl, my body, and only my hands touch it.
I toss my aviators down and storm off into the water, wading out to Jett and Ellie. She doesn’t see me coming because her back is turned, but Jett and I lock eyes. Just as I get a foot away, Jett pushes Ellie with some force, knocking her back right into my arms.
“Oh!” she startles when I catch her. “Where did you come from?” she asks laughing.
“I’m always around,” I tell her, tightening my grip.
“Good to know.”
“You’re having too much fun with Jett.” I hiss.
“Jett was the only one who wanted to have any fun.”
“That’s not true. We had fun this morning,” I whisper in her ear.
“Yes, we did.” Ellie’s cheeks burn bright pink.
Jett clears his throat. “My work here is done.” He jumps off the board and into the water.
“Work?” Ellie repeats.
“Ignore him, he has Tourette’s. Bogus shit just flies out of his mouth.”
“Keep telling yourself that, bro,” Jett digs.
“Get fucking lost.” I turn my full attention to Ellie.
“With pleasure, cranky pants,” Jett says as he swims off.
Ellie just looks at me with a strange expression.
“What?”
