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His jaw drops in offense. “How dare you. Blaire baby, never have I caused a fire or been close.”
She points her finger at him. “What about that time you put two pieces of toast in the toaster with cheese and then got melted cheese stuck all over inside?”
“You put cheese in a toaster?” Trazia, who has been quiet since we got into the house, asks.
He looks over at her, his eyes raking up and down her body. “Was trying to make a grilled cheese sandwich, peach.”
Her eyebrows pull together at the nickname he calls her.
Conrad walks into the room. “Are you all talking about Mad’s lack of cooking skills?” He makes his way over to me and wraps his arms around my waist.
When he started casually touching me like this, I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. Never has a guy had his arms around me in public or held my hand. Conrad does it so effortlessly and it’s something that warms my heart.
“How about this? I will make dinner tonight. We will all agree that Maddox won’t touch a thing in the kitchen all week unless he is grabbing a drink. I saw enough ingredients to make tacos, so unless anyone objects, that’s what we’re having,” Blaire announces.
We all nod, agreeing. Since it is getting late, I am sure everyone is hungry. Trazia insists on helping Blaire prepare the tacos, and Maddox remains in his seat, claiming he is taking notes on what to do. In reality, I think he enjoys watching Trazia. His eyes follow her as she brings items out of the pantry and sets them on the island. Not once has she glanced at him, nor does she seem to notice him watching her.
“Want to bring our bags upstairs and pick a room? Camden already claimed the owner’s suite, but we can beat the rest of them and pick the second best,” Conrad whispers in my ear.
I turn my head to the right and kiss his smooth cheek. “Let’s go. We’re not being left with two twin beds or something like that. Leave that to those suckers.”
He buries his face in my neck and I giggle, pulling away because his breath is tickling me.
We grab our bags, Conrad making sure to carry the two largest ones and head upstairs. The first two rooms at the top of the landing are large, but there are two full-size beds inside of them. We decide to leave those for Mateo and Jules or Maddox and Levi. The third room is smaller, with a queen bed against the wall and decorated in a light-blue design. There is already a bag on the bed, and I assume Camden brought up Trazia’s stuff for her to stay in here.
The last room on the right is beautiful. There is a window on the left side of the room with a perfect view of the ocean. A queen-size bed is against the center of the wall across from the door and the bedding is fluffy and inviting. This room, much like the owner’s suite downstairs, has its own private bathroom. Besides the accent wall with large green tropical leaves that the bed is set against, the rest of them are off-white. There is a vanity just outside the bathroom and a dark-green velvet reading chair in the corner by the window with the ocean view.
This room is everything I could have dreamed of.
“Damn, this is nice,” Conrad comments as he walks in, setting our bags on the bench at the foot of the bed. “Maddox said his mom spent most of the summer having professional interior decorators completely redo this place. Got to say, they did a damn fine job.” He kicks off his shoes and jumps onto the bed, settling on his back with his hands linked behind his head.
“Crazy how this is their second home. I can’t imagine what their house in Boston is like.”
A strange look comes across Conrad’s face, and he looks away. “Probably twice the size, and I’m sure they have people working there, doing the cleaning and cooking.”
I smile as I unpack one of my suitcases. “Must be nice. While I can’t imagine living in a home this large and extravagant, I could get behind someone cleaning and cooking for me. I despise cleaning a bathroom. Blaire and I take turns each week, and I dread when it’s my time.”
Pulling out my bathroom bag, I bring it into the private restroom and set up my shower products, skincare, toothpaste, and toothbrush by the sink. Looking around, I can’t help but notice this bathroom is twice the size of the one Blaire and I share in our two-bedroom apartment. There is a double sink with two circle gold mirrors above them. A walk-in shower takes up the entire side of the room. Something I’ve never seen before is a bathtub inside the shower area, but that’s what this one has. Behind the glass enclosure, there’s a white claw-foot tub on one side and the showerhead on the other. It looks inviting and I am excited to soak in a nice hot bath later.
When I come out of the bathroom, Conrad is shirtless, pulling clothes out of his duffel bag. I lean against the doorframe, taking in his half-naked state. Being a defender for the Braxton soccer team means that Conrad must be in top physical condition. He works hard for the body he has and it shows. His skin is naturally tan from hours in the sun at practice, and while he doesn’t have the giant muscles and ripped abs some guys have, he is lean and muscular. His torso is wide and he has little body fat on him. All the years of running have left him with thick thighs that are straining against the sweatpants he changed into.
He looks up at me with a wicked smile. “Found something interesting while unpacking your suitcase.”
Raising an eyebrow, I question him. “What would that be?”
Lifting his hand, my new bright-pink bikini top hangs from his fingers. “Oh…just a thin piece of fabric I can’t wait to see covering that beautiful body.”
Ducking my head, I hide my blush. “I still haven’t made up my mind if I’ll be wearing it this week.”
He strides over, desire darkening his eyes. Wrapping both arms around my waist, he pulls me to him so my body is flush against his. “You’ll be wearing the suit, baby. It’s going to look sexy as fuck on you.” His voice is low and sends shivers up my body. Conrad notices and smirks. “Actually, on second thought, maybe not. Seeing you in practically nothing out on the beach will only make me want to carry you back into this room.”
I throw my head back, laughing. “Don’t you dare think about it. I’m using these few days we have to work on my tan and relax. You and your dick are going to have to control yourselves.”
“Oh yeah?” he questions as he pulls me even closer.
Sliding his hands down the back of my thighs, Conrad lifts me up effortlessly and I wrap my legs around his waist. He crushes his lips to mine in a hungry kiss, and I wrap my arms around his neck, running one hand through the short hair on the back of his head. His tongue explores mine as he walks us over to the bed and lays me on my back, coming down on top of me and settling between my legs. Since he isn’t holding me up anymore, his hands are greedy as they run up the outside of my legging-covered thighs and to my waist. My shirt has ridden up and his hands circle my waist.
Pulling back, I take a deep breath. I’m practically panting as Conrad’s lips move from my lips to my cheek and down to suck on my neck. His hips move against me, and my body heats at the friction, even through my pants.
