Sin City Baby

Wyatt was first in line and I couldn’t help but stare. He was the shortest of the brothers, though still being over six feet didn’t exactly qualify for “short.” His shoulders were incredibly broad and his well-muscled chest tapered off in a delicious V that pointed toward the goods he packed in his swim trunks.

Caleb and Andrew followed side-by-side. They each stood around six three and boasted well-defined pecs. Though not as broad of shoulder as Wyatt, they were still big boys, with well-muscled arms and thick thighs that had me drooling.

Bringing up the rear was Dylan. His eyes and hair were the darkest of all of them, and the silver threaded through his temples showed that he was the oldest. He was also the tallest, standing damn near six foot six. He was more slender than his brothers but could still lift a fifty pound bag of feed just as easily as the next guy.

Haveeee mercy…

Oh, my gosh. They were going to get in with us.

“Mhm. Mhm. Mhmmmm. Aren’t you all lookin mighty fine today,” Lizzie said. “Got a question for ya.”

“Lizzie. Stop it,” Whitney said.

“I’m just wonderin’ if it’s against resort policy to drink in the hot tub, y’all. I wanna get us another bottle of wine. So is it?” Lizzie asked with a giggle.

“Usually, it is,” Dylan said as he got in. “But since there isn’t anyone here but us, and the three of you, I’d say go for it.”

“Wait. He’s serious?” Lizzie asked.

“I think he is,” I said with a grin.

“Just grab us some beers if you gonna get out,” Andrew said.

“A few, actually. Beers in the hot tub sounds nice,” Caleb said.

“Sounds like the good ol’ days,” Wyatt said.

“I don’t know what kinda ‘good ol’ days’ ya’ll had, but I didn’t have none of them days. So, bottle of wine and a shit-ton of beers. Got it,” Lizzie said.

“Can you make it a bottle of white wine?” Whitney asked.

“Wasn’t gonna bring that red shit that Katie chokes down,” Lizzie said. “Shit sucks.”

“Actually, I wouldn’t mind having a beer or two,” I said.

The tub fell silent as everyone turned their eyes toward me. Grins popped up on all the brothers’ faces as Whitney stared at me with her eyebrows hiked up on her head.

Lizzie threw her fist in the air as she scurried off, her feet carrying her fast for the bar across the hallway.

“Are you going to be okay?” Whitney asked.

“Yeah. One or two won’t hurt anything,” I said.

“Glad to see you settlin’ back into things,” Caleb said.

“How’re you feelin’?” Andrew asked.

“Better. Relaxed. This hot tub is wonderful. Do all of the resorts have one?” I asked.

“They do. A couple have multiple ones,” Dylan said. “Speaking of— Caleb? I just thought of a feature that could go in the South Carolina build.”

“We really talkin’ shop right now?” Caleb asked.

“Private hot tubs on the balconies for the suites,” Dylan said.

“Oh, shit. Good idea. I’ll log it away before the beer gets here,” Caleb said.

“New rule. When in a hot tub with hot women, stop fuckin’ talkin’ bout work,” Wyatt said.