I think for a second and then say, “Because you feel sorry for me since I’d be lost without you?”
She smiles. “That’s exactly it, you bitch.”
“I love you too,” I say, squeezing her, but I stop when a huge commotion to the left of us steals my attention. Two guys are carrying a smaller guy toward the water as the smaller guy is cursing and screaming in a horrifying way. He’s trying to break free, but those guys aren’t letting up. If he didn’t laugh between each curse word I would think they were trying to kill him. As I take in each one, all extremely good-looking with dark hair and hella great bodies, tattoos and scruff on each of them, I decide they must be brothers. Man, what a gene pool.
Delanie seems to agree. “Holy fucking shit! Do you see what I am seeing?”
I nod as Mandie says, “Huh, what, oh shit.”
“Right?!” Delanie exclaims. Then together they exclaim, “Holy gene pool, batman!”
I laugh as they grin at each other. They are basically the same person, but they are right. Those boys are gorgeous. As we watch them carry the guy, I notice that everyone is staring, and how could they not? They might not be looking for the reason I am, but it’s quite the show. Both of the bigger guys’ backs are flexing in the most delectable way. It doesn’t take long before the sun is not the only thing making me hot.
“I would eat the smaller one up in one bite,” Delanie decides. “I don’t care that he is being manhandled right now by the other two. He is fucking hot. Look at that face.”
I have to agree.
“If I didn’t love Jason with every fiber in my body, I would nibble on the dude covered in tats’s ass something crazy,” Mandie says with a grin. Again, I agree. That boy’s ass is tight in those surfer shorts…but the taller one. Man. He is yummy. His torso is covered in tattoos, his arms bare, and he has scruff along his jaw that makes me want to nuzzle into it.
I must have been staring hard because Mandie says, “Hey, Baylor, that taller one though, you should go after that.”
I mean, he is a tall drink of water for sure, if I want to channel my inner cowgirl, but no way. He is way out of my league. I mean, I’m pretty but I’m not hot. He’s hot, like super fucking hot. His hair is falling into his eyes, his shoulders could break doors, and his body…holy shit. Each muscle is defined, his arms, Jesus, they are things of the gods. As I take him in, I know I’ve seen this type of body, and then it dawns on me.
> “He’s a hockey player; they all are.”
Both of them look at me, and Delanie shrugs. “Okay? Then bring on the hockey-player sex!”
“It’s amazing,” Mandie comments and she may be right. I’ve had my fair share of hockey players, and yes, they rocked my world but then one broke it. So, eh, is my decision.
When they throw him in the water, I can’t help but laugh at his body flying through the air before he lands face first into the ocean. Both guys are laughing—the taller one has a great laugh—and man, he is gorgeous. When the other guy comes up sputtering out of the water, he calls them some more names, and the middle guy returns his sentiments. The taller guy though, he crosses his arms, watching them and shaking his head. He must be the older brother.
When the smaller guy glances over at us, Delanie smacks my arm hard.
“Holy fuck, he’s looking at me,” Delanie squeals before pushing her chest out more, in what I feel is a mating call to men. She’s the best at them.
“Jesus,” Mandie says. “Please do him and tell me all about it.”
“Deal,” she says back to her sister as I shake my head.
Looking back at the dripping wet guy, I see that he likes what he sees, and a bright grin comes over his face. Jesus, he is pretty.
He then calls out, “Hey, girl!”
And with that, I decide he is just a pretty face. Laughing, I say, “Wow, a winner with words.”
Mandie laughs as Delanie flips me off. “Shh, he’s warming up,” she says, waving me off. Then she calls out to the wet boy, “Hey.”
“Wow, your night together will be great,” I tease as she heads for him.
“Who needs words, though?” Mandie supplies, and I laugh in agreement.
“Shut up, guys!” Delanie throws at us before passing me. I watch as they interact, and I have to say, she found a great one-night stand. He has the body of a god, but his brother, holy shit. When my gaze cuts to him to get my fill, I’m surprised to find that he is watching me, and my body quickly sets on fire.
“I think the bigger guy likes your assets, Baylor,” Mandie mock-sings to me.
Looking away quickly, I roll my eyes. She may be right, but I don’t care. I don’t have time for a hookup and that’s not how I want my vacation to go. I want to have fun and while, yes, a weekend of sex with door-busting shoulder guy may be fun, it isn’t smart.
And like my dad said, I’m not a dumb girl.