Several girls are walking around with fruit smoothies, avocado toast and even a single hard-boiled egg before I see Courtney in the outdoor kitchen, frying up some bacon.
“Good morning,” I say, smiling as I make my way towards her.
She glances up only for a moment before a smile spreads across her face. She attempts to duck her head and hide it, but it’s too late. I saw it, and I fucking love it.
“Morning,” she says. “Sleep good?”
I nod. “How about you?”
“Decent. Luna snores unfortunately.”
“I do not!” Luna shouts back from the plush couch a few feet away.
“Trust me, you do,” Courtney tosses back, and they both laugh.
I watch as she uses tongs to pull the pieces of bacon off the skillet, then places them on two plates that already sport a large Belgian waffle each.
“One of those isn’t for me, is it?” I ask with a knowing smirk.
Courtney’s deep brown eyes meet mine before she gives me an apologetic grimace. “Um, actually no.”
My eyebrows knit together. “Seriously?”
My surprise catches her off guard, and I instantly feel like a dick. Why the hell would Iassume?
“Yeah, sorry. I made breakfast for me and Luna. I didn’t know that was, like, expected.”
“It’s not,” I rush out to say. “Sorry. I was just flirting. Or failing to flirt, clearly.” I laugh, a pathetic attempt to lighten the weird mood I’ve created.
“You’re good. I’d offer you some of mine,” she says as she looks down at her plate, “but I like my food too much.”
I throw my head back as a short but loud laugh escapes me. “Who am I to get in the way of my girl and her food?”
“Yeah, that’s smart. I didn’t get these curves from crunching on salads,” she says with a wiggle of her hips that has my eyes moving down to her bikini.
I don’t know how I didn’t notice it before, fuck me for the wasted opportunity. It’s definitely not as revealing at the other girls’ suits, but that doesn’t take away from how good she looks. The black one-piece has several cut-outs in the front and one on each side. Her skin just barely peeks through, like the ultimate tease.
She sneaks past me and moves to sit beside Luna, and goddamn… her ass has never looked better. With each step she takes, it jiggles the perfect amount to have my cock hardening and my mouth watering.
I notice a cameraman look our way before heading towards us. As discreetly as I’m able, I attempt to push my hard-on down because America really doesn’t need to see that.
Savannah and Kiera walk by with their shakes, sneering down at Courtney’s plate.
“Wow, that’s a lot of carbs,” Savannah says. “I could never.”
My eyebrows rise, but Courtney doesn’t seem to mind or even hear her. Instead, she takes her biggest bite yet, smiling through a mouth full of food as Savannah rolls her eyes and saunters off to the daybeds.
I take a seat beside Courtney as she and Luna practicallydevour their breakfasts before Dallas comes over and takes Luna’s plate away from her, setting it to the side before hoisting her up and over his shoulder.
“Hey, I wasn’t done,” she cries before he smacks her ass and takes off running for the pool. “Fucker! You can’t just?—”
That’s all she gets out before they’re crashing into the water, sending a wave of water onto the pool deck, soaking Savannah and Kiera. They both shriek and curse Dallas out as he resurfaces, Luna still in his arms.
She wraps her arms and legs around him as they start going at it. I clap in encouragement, and others hoot and holler as several of the camera crew rush over to them to get in on the action.
I look over to see Courtney’s reaction, only to find her completely unbothered, happily munching away on her food. Something about her easygoing personality puts a smile on my face, and I lean back into the couch, wrapping my arm around the back of it.
She glances at my arm before her eyes meet mine. “Smooth, buddy,” she says through a mouthful of waffle that has me laughing.
