Hat Trick (Fake Boyfriend 5)

He goes to his mini fridge and puts two bottles in his backpack. “Okay, now, we can go.”

“Aww, look at you making sure I stay hydrated.” I gesture for him to leave first. “After you.”

“You just want to check out my ass.”

“Duh. And now I don’t even need to be subtle about it.”

Soren puts a little more hip into his walk as he passes me, making his ass shake.

“Mmm, that’s what I’m talking about.”

I catch up to him and walk by his side, fighting the urge to reach for him.

“You know, if we weren’t about to meet up with your brother, I might’ve held your hand.”

What, is he a mind reader now?

“You don’t know where my hand has been, so I’d rethink that.” Charming, Jet. Really charming.

“See, now that makes me want to ask what you’ve been doing with it.”

We round the corner to head to the beach, but my flirty retort is cut off by Matt and Noah coming from their side of the island.

“Maybe we should’ve stayed in today,” Soren mutters so only I can hear.

“Nah, jet skiing is totally fun. Or so I’ve heard. I like … riding things.”

Of course, Noah overhears that last part. “Too much information, bro.”

“We’re talking about jet skis. Duh.”

Matt glances between me and Soren but doesn’t say anything.

Four jet skis. Eight people. That’s the kind of math I like. All the couples pair up, leaving Soren and me to one jet ski.

Such a shame.

Soren does up his life jacket. “You want in front or behind?” His question is so serious I can’t help but answer seriously. So … seriously.

“Hmm, I could go either way. I’m super versatile … on a jet ski.”

“I’d prefer to be behind you, but I’m good with either too. You pick.”

I put on my own jacket. “We could always flip. Take it in turns.”

“Now, that sounds promising. You drive first.”

Soren lifts the steering column and shuts his backpack in the storage compartment. Then he pushes the jet ski into the shallow part of the water and holds it for me to get on. He slides in behind me, his chest plastering to my back. He’s so much wider than me, and with the life jackets, it feels like he’s surrounding me. His legs cage me in, as well as his arms, and I have to fight the urge to lean back so I’m his completely.

Joni comes around to each of us, showing us how to work the jet skis before sending us off.

We’re last, and I barely hear anything Joni says because I can feel a not-so-mysterious hardness pressing against my lower back.

But I manage to hear enough to get the thing started and to move us forward.

With everyone ahead of us creating their own mini waves, we get a bumpy ride. It reminds me of the boat trip last night.

The sun is warm as it beats down on us, but it’s the heat between our bodies that’s burning me up.

My cock is harder than granite, and my ass wants nothing more than to shuffle back until I’m in Soren’s lap.

I tell my body to calm down and catch up to the other guys.

Damon and Maddox who are in front slow down to a stop, and the others stop beside them.

I go past them and spin, whipping us around to face them all.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“Joni says there’s a deserted island to the northwest, if we’re up for it,” Damon says. “Or we can stay close to shore here.”

Lennon leans forward on his jet ski. “As long as this doesn’t turn into an ‘if you were stranded on a deserted island with your friends, who would you eat first?’ kinda thing.”

“Well, Miller would be the obvious choice if he were here,” Maddox says. “More to go around.”

“Guess it’s Ollie or Matt then,” I add.

“You’d kill your own brother?” Matt yells.

“Hmm, tough call.”

Damon cuts in. “As much as I’d love to see how this Lord of the Flies reenactment would work out, the island’s not that far, and we have GPS.” He holds up a small, bright yellow device attached to the jet ski. “There should be no need to resort to cannibalism.”

“Lord of the what?” I ask.

Damon groans. “I take it back. I vote we kill off anyone who doesn’t understand that reference.”

Everyone agrees.

“What happened to no need to resort to cannibalism?” I exclaim.

“Dire straits,” Damon says.

I break out into Dire Straits “Sultans of Swing.” Everyone looks at me weird. “Oh, sure, I’m uncultured for not knowing Lord of the Flies, but I sing a song that came out before all y’all were born, and I get a blank stare.”

“Last ones there are buying drinks tonight,” Maddox says.

Before I can point out drinks are included in the astronomical price Matt and Noah already paid for booking Joni and Ema’s entire island, the others take off, leaving Soren and me in their waves.