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At least with Callie having been here with him, the room is neat, which is a huge change from the slob Reece can be.
“She said she was leaving stuff in the top drawer so check in there.” I point to the set of drawers to the right of the bed. And feel her loss when she removes her hand from mine.
Sitting on the bed for want of something to do, I watch as she opens the drawer and roots around before pulling out a string bikini.
Oh hell no!
“This is nice,” she says, holding the bikini up before stretching the cups of the top apart.
There isn’t anyway she’s wearing that scrap of material. I’ll be fighting every fucker off, not to mention I’ll be walking around with a permanent hard-on.
She tosses the bikini panties down on top of the set of drawers, before holding a triangle of material up to her left breast. All it’s going to cover is a nipple at this rate. What the hell was I thinking? Not that I spend any time thinking about Callie’s attributes, but I guess she is smaller than Mara.
Then she glances at me, and smiles, saying, “This will do,” before sauntering out of the bedroom.
I’m left with a hard-on ready to pound nails. I’m not going to survive today watching her walk around in that thing Callie calls a bikini.
Needing a minute, I make sure my tee shirt covers what’s going on in my jeans before heading towards my room. “I’ll be out in a minute. Just grabbing some shorts.”
Closing my bedroom door, I make quick work of getting my jeans off, following them with my shorts as my dick springs free and jerks as the air hits it. The tip is wet with excitement, but it’s going to have to behave for now. I don’t have time to stroke one off, although I’d probably last all of thirty seconds right about now.
Opening my closet, I grab a pair of swim shorts and yank them up my legs in frustration—sucking in a breath when I brush against my dick. I’m going to have a bad case of blue balls by the time today is over with.
Grabbing my jeans, I shove my legs back into them while praying for strength. I might have had my eyes open to her a couple of years back, but never have I struggled to control myself around her. It’s as though now she’s turned eighteen all the hands off signs are gone. I’m ignoring Reece for now because for the first time since my parents died, I want something for me. She makes me feel alive rather than stuck in a rut and I really need that right now.
Hearing my phone beep with a text, I’m pulled out of my thoughts about the girl waiting out on the porch for me. I palm my phone and watch her leaning over the railing, as she looks lost in thought, staring at the lake.
With a quick glance, I cuss. Sarah—again!
“Is everything okay?”
“Um, yeah. It’s fine.” I slip my phone into my back pocket and walk towards her. “Are you ready to go?”
“I am. I’ve changed into the bikini, and I’ve put two towels into the knapsack that I found by the door.” She hauls it up into her arms. “But we could do with some sunscreen.”
“I’ll go grab it. We can get drinks when we get there,” I add as I reach up into the cupboard for the high factor sunscreen.
I wonder if she’ll need help rubbing it on. Okay, perhaps I better not go there.
“I think that’s everything.” I pass the sunscreen to her before getting my keys for the garage and bike off the hook. “Let’s go.”
Chapter Nine
Mara
Slipping out of my jeans, I fold them neatly and put them into the knapsack we brought with us. I’ll keep my shirt on for now until I can work up the courage to practically bare all. I might wait until Donovan gets back so I don’t miss his reaction.
On arriving, because we’d been on Donovan’s bike, we’d managed to park directly at the footpath leading to the sand and ocean. It really is beautiful here. Sitting for over an hour on the back of his bike wasn’t exactly comfortable, although it was exhilarating. Not just the fresh air on my face filled with the heat you always get during our Alabama summer, but because I had an excuse to put my hands on Donovan. I didn’t miss the hiss that escaped his lips as soon as I’d climbed on the bike behind him, or the shudder that had rippled across his body as I slipped my hands around his stomach and slid my thighs against his.
Smiling, I re-arrange the umbrella he bought so it covers the knapsack, leaving room for the drinks Donovan has gone to purchase from the beach café. About to get comfortable on the towel, I remember that I haven’t put any sunscreen on yet so bending down I root through the bag, which is how Donovan catches me.
“What the fuck!”
I spin around, nearly toppling over. Donovan stops me from landing on my ass by grabbing hold of my arm. “What?”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you. But, well…never mind.”
Hiding my smile, I make sure I’m facing him as I peel my tee shirt off.
