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She studied my face. Her eyes went from mine, to the stubble that had collected on my jaw since I’d decided to stop shaving, to my mouth, back to my eyes.
I never took my eyes off hers. “I don’thaveanyone.”
“We’d like to play sometime today, please,” Kacey yelled from her spot in the sand.
“Then play,” I called back over my shoulder.
Holmes let out an obnoxious groan but took a spot on the other side of the net next to Dallas.
“We should go,” Kennedy said, looking over my shoulder.
“You shouldn’t have asked him.”I would’ve picked you. I’ll always pick you.
“And you shouldn’t have called me asex trap.”
Fuck.
She wasn’t just jealous. She was hurt.
The next ten minutes were filled with grunts and sweat and curse words. Lexi was covered in sand from diving to save a ball. Her ass jiggled every time her body slammed to the ground. Chris stared at her the whole fucking time. Except for when I spiked the ball at his fucking face. Didn’t break his nose, though. Unfortunately. It had nothing to do with Lexi and everything to do with the fact that Kennedy was supposed to be my partner. It was me she should have been high-fiving, me who should have been smacking her ass when she made a good play.
Kennedy was the best fucking setter I’d ever seen. She had the most delicate touch and read the game like nobody’s business. I’d never been on the other side of the net from her. Watching her made it hard as fuck—pun intended—to concentrate.
Three sets later, Kacey and Ashton walked back onto the deck with bragging rights for the first time. No one beat Dallas. We all tried. The guy was a natural athlete.
“We spanked that ass,” Kacey teased as she grabbed some canned margarita, girly stuff from the cooler.
Kennedy gave Chris a high-five. “You were awesome.”
I wanted to give him one, too. To the face.
“Yeah, Yeah. Enjoy it while you can,” Dallas’s deep voice boomed over the music.
Lexi popped out from behind him. “We’ll get them next time.” She licked her lips, then pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and gave me this look.
What the fuck was I supposed to do with that look?
Dallas must have noticed it too, because he tipped his chin to his chest and raised his eyebrows when he looked at me.
I shrugged.Man, I have no fucking idea.I looked over right as Kennedy reached for the hem of her tank top.
Don’t you fucking dare take that off.
Chris looked at her like a hungry dog. Nah, fuck that. Dogs were loyal. This guy was a hungry shark.The fuck is he still doing here?
The tank top lifted, revealing her tight, tan stomach.
She’s taking it off.
It wasn’t like I wasn’t used to guys looking at her. She had always been stared at, whistled at, and hit on every time we came here. That didn’t bother me. She was fucking stunning, and she owned it. One death glare from me and the message was clear.Back the fuck off.But with this guy, it wasn’t just about protecting her honor. With this guy, it was different. It was more. It was something I didn’t have words for yet.
I stared harder. Like channeling my inner Luke Skywalker and trying to use The Force hard. It didn’t work.
She took it off.
Pulled it right over her head and tossed it onto the blanket. She pulled a hairband from her wrist and flipped her head upside down.
He wasn’t even subtle about tilting his head to look at her ass when she bent at the waist to do her hair. But neither was I. The difference was I’d spent the last twenty years earning that right. He hadn’t.
