“Goose?” I ask, and I goose her by pinching her ass. “That’s what goose means to me.”
She jumps, startled, and she laughs. “Oh, it’s on now, Bradley.”
I turn to the guy at the desk. “See what I have to deal with?”
He chuckles and hands over the gear with instructions on where to go, and we take off in that direction. A few yards away from the water is a little station to get our gear on, so we leave our slides there and pull on our flippers and masks.
I can honestly say that I’ve never found swim masks attractive, but Millie Monroe in a mask is somehow still sexy.
She pulls her lanyard off and hands it over to me. “Can you take a picture of me ready to snorkel?”
“Only if you promise to text it to me after so I can beat one out while I stare at it.”
She gasps. “Archer Bradley!”
“What? Can’t a guy flirt a little?”
She rolls her eyes. “I mean, sure, but you’d have to actually give me your number first.”
I laugh and snap the photo. “Remind me when we get back up.”
“Like you’ll answer even when it’s me calling,” she mutters.
See? She knows me already.
“You’re right. Don’t call. Text, and I’ll get back to you when I can.”
“You’re so annoying.”
“Back at you.” I poke her in the ass one more time for good measure. “Goose! Race you to the water!”
I take off in my flippers, which isn’t exactly easy, but I happen to have athleticism on my side. Once I hit the water, I turn around and see that she’s still standing by the snorkel preparation station.
I walk back over toward her.
She’s glowering at me. “You do realize that I can barely walk withshoeson and keep my balance, right? And you expect me to run through sand on these godforsaken flippers to beat a pro-fucking-athlete to the water?”
“My deepest apologies.” I can’t help but laugh as I say the words, and then I scoop her up into my arms and jog us both back to the water.
“God, I hate you,” she mutters.
I lean down to press a kiss to her lips—no easy feat considering we both have masks on that come down below our noses.
I take the opportunity to wade into the water with her still in my arms, and then I toss her into the water.
She screeches as she goes under the cold ocean water, and when she gets back up, she’s glaring behind her mask as I laugh. She rushes toward me and plows into me, knocking me down into the water. I grab onto her so we’re in much the same position as we were in the pool yesterday when I fucked her, and I’m tempted to do that now, too.
The only reason I don’t is because we’re right next to the snorkeling lagoon, and there are probably otherpeople down there wearing masks who will see something they can’t unsee.
So I keep it in my pants. For now.
“Come on,” I say with a smile, and I grab her hand. We both put our snorkels into place and swim out toward the lagoon, and I stop when I see some coral to explore. I swim down a little closer to it, and she’s right beside me.
I’m about to swim over toward some fish I see when she thrashes in the water, and her flipper connects directly with…yep, that’s my nuts.
A shot of pain lances through me at the connection. She didn’t kick hard, but she was thrashing, and that sickly feeling like I’m going to vomit rises up from the spot of the attack.
This is the part where if I wasn’t underwater, I’d be doubled over in pain.
