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“Sure, be there soon.”
Now, what do I wear…
Chapter 5
Harrison
Sittingoppositethepool,the sun beams down on us; four guys who are paler than milk bottles compared to most people around us. I’m probably the most tanned, with a slight olive tone to my skin, but compared to all these rich, beautiful people, I may as well be a ghost.
The boys called me after Zoey went for her shower and said they were heading to the pool. It’s been about half an hour since we sat down, and she’s still not here. I’m wondering if she heard me right. There are several pools here, but I definitely told her the right one because this is the only one that allows reservations on the cabana beds.
Lifting the cool beer to my lips, I take a long drag of the liquid, and instantly I’m on holiday. I close my eyes and enjoy letting go of that feeling of stress that comes from working long hours and dealing with a nightmare ex.
“Holy fucking shit,” Aaron mumbles next to me. Following his line of sight, I spot what’s got him cursing.
Zoey struts into the pool area, turning heads left and right. Wearing a high-legged bright orange bikini with a matching bikini top that barely covers her breasts. A sheer white kimono drapes over her shoulders—one side hanging low—flowing behind her, making her look ethereal. She moves like she’s walking in slow motion, but maybe that’s just my brain misfiring. But by Aaron’s reaction, I’d say it’s not just me.
My eyes snag on the tattoo across her left thigh. It’s a sun and moon close together, with what looks like chandelier style flowers falling from the bottom of it. It’s gorgeous, and so is she. Only when she stops directly in front of me do I realise that I’m still staring at her tattoo and my mouth is open.
Aaron slaps my shoulder, jolting me forward. “You got a little…” He tries to wipe imaginary drool from my chin, but I slap him away from me and straighten up as I lock eyes with Zoey. A scantily clad and very attractive Zoey. I shouldn’t be thinking about her sitting on my lap right now, but if her brothers weren’t here, there’s no question I’d offer it as the only seating option for her. I want her on me, all over me, and fuck, I should not be thinking about that. I clench my fists to stop myself from doing something really fucking stupid, like trying to touch her at all. But it's useless because she removes her big, dark sunglasses with a knowing smirk.Are all Bancroft children mind readers? Do they have a sixth sense when my thoughts turn inappropriate?I am totally screwed.
“Hey, mountain man,” she says with her perfect raspy voice. I frown a little at the nickname. I should ask her what she means, but words are barely forming in my head, let alone coming out of my mouth. “Can I sit here?” she gestures to the space beside me on the cabana bed. “We’re roommates, after all.” The way she says that adds to my many, many impure thoughts of my best friends’ sister.
Fuck.
I clear my throat and sit up, hoping that my cock isn’t obviously bulging through my swim shorts, but I place my beer there strategically anyway, and Zoey tracks the movement, inhaling slightly when her eyes land on my semi-hard erection. “Sure,” I manage to force out, flicking my eyes over to a glaring Max.
Zoey climbs onto the bed and crawls, fucking crawls, to sit next to me. Aaron groans beside me on the other cabana.
“Zoey, baby, you’re a fucking snack,” he shouts across to her as she settles next to me, her coconut body lotion, or suncream, whatever it is I want to inhale more of it, but I don’t. In fact, I might’ve stopped breathing altogether.
“Thanks, honey.” She accepts the compliment with ease and ignores her brother’s obvious disapproval.
“Stop trying to fuck her, Aaron.” Max barks, frowning at him. Aaron baulks but recovers quickly.
“Like I can’t tell her she’s gorgeous?” He winks at Zoey, and she obviously warms from his compliments. Unexplained anger surges in my chest, and my fists clench, but when I realise what I’m doing, I release them quickly, trying to hide my weird reaction.
Lifting my beer, I realise it’s all gone and reach into the cooler for another. When I sit upright, Zoey is on her knees, undoing her bikini top. “Uhh, what are you doing?” I panic, once again flicking my eyes to her brothers, but they’re distracted by something Aaron is saying to them.
“Relax,” she laughs. “I’m just going to lay on my front, and I don’t want strap marks.” She lays flat, pulling out her bikini top and letting it drop to the bed between us. “Could you put suncream on my back? I couldn’t reach by myself.”
This is a terrible idea. Terrible.Yeah, sure, tell your cock that.
She passes me the bottle, and I squirt some onto my hands, rubbing them together. Shuffling closer, I stare down at her pale skin, trying not to focus on the arch of her back or her perfect peachy arse on display in her thong.Do not think about her naked. Do not think about her naked. Think about I.T systems, coding, and answering client emails. Anything that isn’t Zoey Bancroft half-naked.
Her head turns to check I’m still there. “Caught you checking out my bum, didn’t I?” she says, amusement on her face.
I cough, hoping her brothers didn’t hear that. “I’m a gentleman. I’d do no such thing.”Except that’s exactly what I did.
She laughs lightly, the sound musical and sweet. “Sure you are.”
I press my hands to her shoulders and massage the cream into her skin. Her skin is soft and supple under my slightly calloused hands. That smell of summer and coconut drifts around the cabana as I spread the cream as far as it’ll go along the middle of her back until I get to the dip of her lower back. When I remove my hands, she whimpers, and the sound travels directly to my cock. “Ughh, that was too good, your hands…” She trails off with a shiver.
I say nothing because anything I say will be entirely inappropriate. Instead, I keep my eyes trained on the freckles on her back and the way her skin now glistens with the sun cream. Fuck, this is too much. I pause while I pour more suncream and calm the lust surging through my body like wildfire. I watch her breathing change as if she’s excited about me touching her again. I rub the cream across her lower back, firmly kneading her hips as I try not to think about pealing her thong off and what she’d looked like naked, laid out in front of me.
“You two enjoying your sex show over there?” Aaron quips, reminding me that we’re in public… in front of her brothers. “I’m stiff as a board watching you do that with your big hands, H.”
“Fuck you, Aaron,” I reply, pointing my middle finger his way.
