Clipped by Love (Bellevue Bullies 2)

Oh my God, it’s gorgeous here.

Closing my eyes, I tip my head back and let the sun warm my face. I’ve never been to Florida. We’d traveled to all the greatest hockey cities before Dad took the job in Arkansas to get their hockey team on track. And even after living there for two years, I never made my way down here. I wish I had sooner because this is amazing. The waves are crashing against my legs, the sounds of seagulls from above my head mix with the sounds of college kids being dumb, and somehow, I feel so free.

“I swear, it’s weird as hell seeing you in anything else but a hockey jersey and shorts. Especially a bikini.”

I glance over at my friend Delanie and smile. She’s right; I don’t wear bathing suits much, and especially a bikini, but I’m in Florida! Time to let loose. Unlike me, Delanie could live in a bathing suit. She has a banging body and tits that make boys chase her across campus. Her long blonde hair is airy in the wind, and the smile on her face has all the guys checking her out. She’s a hottie and so is her twin sister, Mandie. But unlike her sister, Mandie is lying the beach, ignoring us as she texts her boyfriend, which is not an uncommon act for her.

Mandie and Jason are gonna get married have two kids and three dogs with a white picket fence around their mansion. Jason plays for Arkansas University’s hockey team with me, and he’s going places. Mandie was smart to jump on that when she did. She’s gonna be set for life. Her twin sister, though, doesn’t have time for relationships, and that’s probably why I love her so much. Since Lord knows I don’t have time. Nor do I want one. The last time I went along that road, I was used and abused. So, nope, not happening until I’m like forty or something.

Looking down at my turquoise chevron bikini, I smile. I have a nice body, thanks to all the tough training I do, and nice boobs, but I have my problem area. My ass. It sucks up every single calorie in the world, and they have no plans on leaving my ass. No matter how much I try to work it off. I’m a little self-conscious since I’m sure my ass is eating my bikini bottoms, but oh well. I’m in Florida. I’m never going to see anyone here ever again.

“Yeah, weird, huh?”

She laughs as she pulls her hair up in a ponytail, adjusting her glasses before placing her hands on her hips. “Yeah, but you’re hot.”

I scoff. I’m not one of those girls who thinks they’re hot. Actually, I know I’m not. “Please.”

“No, you are,” Mandie says from the sand. “Your ass is hot from down here.”

I glance down at her and smile. “Thank you for that assessment.”

“No problem, you have nice assets.”

That has us laughing uncontrollably before Delanie says, “You should use those assets to land a fling for the weekend.”

I shake my head, rolling my eyes. “’Cause I have flings.”

“Exactly! You don’t. Have one this weekend! When was the last time you had sex?”

I shrug as I think for a second. Deciding to lie since I try really hard to ignore that one time, I say, “High school?”

They both look at me deadpan, but I don’t care. I don’t live for sex like these two.

“How depressing,” Delanie decides as she shakes her head. “You need to get laid.”

“No way,” I say back. “I don’t have time.”

“How in the world do you not have time? We are sunbathing during the day and partying at night. I feel somewhere in there you can find someone to enjoy your assets,” Mandie informs me. “Don’t be a prude. You’re supposed to be relaxing.”

“For real. Don’t be dumb. The man candy on this beach is insane. I’m going to sample a lot this weekend,” Delanie said with a man-eating grin.

“What else is new?” I ask, receiving a smack in my arm.

“Are you saying I’m a slut?”

I shake my head. “No, slut is mean. More like a cat in heat is what I would go with,” I decide.

Mandie then adds, “I would say whore, but who am I to judge? I slept with Jason the first night I met him.”

With a deadpan look, Delanie flips us both off. “Whatever.”

I smile, wrapping my arm around her and hugging her tightly. “But we love you and your overachieving promiscuity.”

Looking up at me, since I’m a good foot taller than her, she says, “I think you just insulted me.”

“Kinda, but it was out of love,” I say with a shrug.

“Why am I friends with you?”