“If I didn’t know it’s too wild to even fathom, I’d say that the Cove Devils noticed you, Len. And you told me you ‘met someone,’ so am I crazy to think that the mystery guy you kissed at the Wild Horse party was one of the Cove Devils?”
I don’t need to confirm it, the look on my face says everything.
“Fuck!” She gasps, covering her mouth with both her hands. “Which one are you dating? Because if one of them took your panties off of you tonight at the museum’s opening, with your mom and Kyle in the room, I hope to God he made at least some kind of commitment. Even though, babe, you ought to be careful; those guys are bad news. I mean, I know you’ve been on the other side of the world for an entire year, but everyone in town calls them The Heartbreakers. So if you’re sleeping with one of them, I’d be very careful. Those guys aren’t boyfriend material, Len.”
I sit on the edge of the bed, knowing that I’m going to have to explain about my deal with Darrius’ rivals and that Sarah isn’t going to like it. “Look, I—”
A knock on the door interrupts me. “Hey princess.” Jameson pops his head into the room. “Oh, sorry. I thought you were alone. I—”
Sarah’s eyes widen so much that I wouldn’t be surprised if they popped out of their sockets. “Fuck!” She mouths soundlessly.
Then she turns to look at Jameson with her most cunning smile. “I was about to go get changed in the bathroom down the hallway. I’ve always been shy in front of other people.”
I snort, unable to stop myself from laughing. Sarah is the opposite of shy. Especially in front of me or Kiara.
“I’ll meet you on the deck, Len,” she continues, walking toward the door and throwing an exaggerated wink my way. “Looks like you two need a minute. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
She slips out of the door, holding it open to let Jameson in.
“What was that all about?” he asks, with an amused glint in his gray eyes.
His dark brown hair is wet and so are his black boxer briefs.
My eyes skim down the chiseled muscles of his shoulders and chest, and the ladder of his six pack of abs. “Sarah was interrogating me about who took my panties off.” I offer. “She had a theory that it could be Channing, Peyton or you and by coming in here looking for me, you just confirmed that you and I are hooking up.”
His smile widens. “I mean, fuck, you and I are hooking up.”
“Yeah, but now she thinks that you’re the guy I kissed the night we met on the beach.”
Jameson reaches me in two short strides. “Believe me, princess, I really wanted to kiss you the night we met. But you were so upset and after Peyton offered you that deal, I thought it was better to wait.”
He isn’t totally wrong, after seeing Darrius with Kiara, I was heartbroken.
“I was upset. You guys helped me to feel better though.”
He sits next to me, so close that our sides are touching and the contact with his cold, wet skin makes me shiver.
***
Jameson
I CAME LOOKING FORLenley because those bitches Kiara and Anna were laughing that she must’ve run home to avoid diving into the pool.
That and to get away from Anna’s hands, she’s been trying to paw at me all night, she’s worse than a fucking octopus.
I wanted to check that she’s all right and see if she really wanted to jump or if she needed an excuse to get out of here.
But the sight of her in that red bikini has caused my brain to short circuit as all my blood migrates south.
I mean, I’ve seen her naked, I’ve seen everything there is to see when it comes to her body but the way that spandex hugs her curves is enough to earn a permanent place in the hall of fame of my spank bank.
I sit next to her taking her small hand into mine, as I can’t resist the urge to touch her.
Her hand isn’t the only thing I want to touch though, as a thousand different scenarios of how I could take that red bikini off of her begin to occupy my mind.
Things don’t get any better when she tells me that her friend thinks I was the one who took her panties. I mean, fuck, why didn’t I think of doing that?
Because Anna was glued to me like a fucking barnacle to the hull of a boat.
I tease her about the fact that her friend is right and she and I are hooking up; and end up admitting that I wanted to kiss her since the first time I saw her but didn’t because she looked really upset.
“I was upset. You guys helped me to feel better though.”
I scoot closer to her, until our sides are touching and she shivers at the contact. “I’m glad we helped. But now tell me, who took your panties?”
I try my best to keep my tone as neutral as possible but I know there are just two possibilities; the only men who came close to her all night were Peyton and Penn.
“Peyton followed me to the bathroom and ...”