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“They have the best milkshakes here,” Trent informed us, not bothering to pick up his menu.
Rowan laughed beside him. “Trent, it’s like ten in the morning. No one wants a milkshake at this time.”
“Anytime is the perfect time for a milkshake,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck and then kissing it.
“Annnd there they go with the gross public displays of affection.” Jude coughed beside me as our friends completely lost themselves in each other. I might not have wanted to watch, but I did want to give Rowan a round of applause for opening herself up to Trenton. “Maybe we should get a different table?” He suggested.
“No, no.” Rowan replied before I could, extracting herself from Trent’s arms and swatting him away before he could continue. “We’re here to have breakfast together. There’s time for that later,” she glared at Trent. He was completely unaffected by her threatening gaze. He’d put up with enough from her before that this didn’t faze him.
“Whatever you say.” He grinned at her, wrapping a strand of her hair around his finger.
“Annnnyway,” Jude picked up a menu, “Trent’s right, it’s never too early for a milkshake. Ooh!” He exclaimed like an excited little boy. “They have chocolate peanut butter…Mmm, I love peanut butter.” He licked his lips like he could already taste it.
“I’m with Rowan on this one.” I picked up my own menu, perusing the breakfast items. “And I love ice cream, anything sweet really, so that’s saying something.”
“Whatever,” Jude shrugged. “You’ll regret that decision when you see me drinking my milkshake.”
He was probably right but I wasn’t telling him that.
A waitress came by and we placed our orders. Since we were out, we decided to hang around town for a little while longer before heading back to the beach house. Once there, the guys decided to get out the jet skis. I changed into a black bikini and grabbed my beach bag. Once the jet skis were ready, the guys headed inside to change. Rowan and I relaxed on the beach while we waited for them.
They returned with four life jackets and I rolled my eyes as I took the one Jude offered me. I could swim and didn’t feel I needed one, but ‘safety first’.
Heading out to the jet skis, Trent hopped on one, Rowan climbing on behind him.
Jude tried to get in the driver’s seat of ours, but I wasn’t having that. “Whoa, bud, what do you think you’re doing?”
“Bud?” He quirked a brow. “Did you seriously call me bud?”
“I seriously did, bud,” I said it again just to irritate him. “I’m driving.”
He put his hands on his slender hips. “And why is that?”
“Because, I am.” I squared my shoulders, not backing down. Growing up with an older brother, I’d been quite the tomboy. No way in hell was I letting him drive. The Jet Ski was calling my name and my hands were itching to get on it.
He sighed and handed me the key. The child in me jumped with glee. “I expect some sort of payment later,” he whispered gruffly in my ear, making me shiver as his finger glided over my collarbone. “I accept payment in the form of sexual favors.”
I pushed him away. “Keep talking like that,” I warned him, “and I’ll throw you off of this thing and let the sharks eat you.”
“I love sharks,” he replied, smirking, “I was thinking of getting one as pet. I think I’d name him Herbert. That sounds like a good, non-threatening name for a shark, don’t you think?”
Instead of replying, I climbed on the Jet Ski. I started it up, listening to it purr to life. I looked over my shoulder at him. “You coming?”
He sighed and climbed on behind me. “Too bad you have this life vest on. From this position I could totally grope your tits.”
I swatted his hand away as it inched under the vest. “I’m still not against making you shark bait,” I warned.
“A shark would never eat me,” he chuckled. “I don’t taste good. You on the other hand,” he nipped my shoulder, and then licked the same spot, “mmm, you taste real good.”
Before he could say anything more, I floored the Jet Ski and we took off, bobbing up and down on the waves. I could hear Trent and Row laughing somewhere.
Jude’s thumbs rubbed slow, smooth circles over the skin of my back. It felt good, relaxing. He felt right against me. Like my body was made for his.
The wind whipped my hair in my face and I’m sure Jude kept getting a mouthful of the blonde strands, but he never, not once, complained. I think he knew I needed this moment of freedom. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. By the time we returned to the beach my cheeks hurt. I’d take that pain any day though.
“My turn,” Jude grinned, rubbing his hands together excitedly.
This time I didn’t complain and climbed on behind him.
