Swing and a Mishap (Summersweet Island 2)

“Oh shit,” I hear Palmer mutter with a laugh, making me look away from Alana.

And my dick immediately gets hard.

Because after everything she’s gone through and after everything that happened here tonight, I should have known Wren wouldn’t be devastated by opening her front door to find me kissing Alana. She’d be pissed.

“You might wanna run, bitch.” Birdie laughs as we all watch Wren walk down her front porch steps, casually twirling and flipping Owen’s bat in her hand as she goes, like that vampire Jasper in the Twilight movie she made me watch after the glitter incident, with a Tess-like, evil smile on her face.

I actually let out a fucking whimper, and my dick pulses in my shorts as Wren steps down off the porch and easily taps the end of the bat against the heel of each sneaker-covered foot as she walks toward us, like a pro walking up to the plate and tapping the dirt off his cleats. Like I’ve done walking up to the plate a million times, and goddamn do I want to throw her down on the ground and fuck the hell out of her right now she’s so hot. She looks like sexy, supervillain Harley Quinn walking into a room full of dudes whose asses she’s about to beat without breaking a sweat.

“Sweetie,” I say gently as I move farther away from Alana. “You okay?”

“Just great, honey!” Wren smiles brightly as she walks right by me, wrapping both her hands around the handle of the bat and bringing it up above her shoulder as she goes. “You came to the wrong fucking island, on the wrong fucking day, and kissed the wrong fucking man, bitch.”

“Oh shit…” I mutter, watching Alana start walking backward so fast she trips over her own feet as Wren winds up to take a swing at her head.

I have just enough time to sprint the few feet Wren made it past me, quickly wrap my arms around her body from behind, and lift her up off her feet right before she does. Wren wriggles and struggles in my arms, cursing and growling so loudly it makes Tess shut off the blow torch and move to hide behind her golf cart.

“Fine! I’ll go! This shitty island sucks anyway and doesn’t even have a Starbucks,” Alana complains with a huff, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder as she turns and walks away.

“Oh my gosh, I love your shoes!” Tess says to Alana when she walks by her, making Alana pause and smile at her.

“Really? Thanks!”

“No,” Tess says, her smile dropping. “Fuck off. You’re a twat.”

“Whatever,” Alana mutters, stomping off down the street, complaining about how useless this place is without Uber.

When I finally feel like it’s safe to set Wren down, I ease up on my hold around her, bringing her back down to her feet. She tosses the bat to the grass before turning around in my arms.

“Thanks for stopping me. I would have felt bad if I actually hit her. You know… later. In like a week or so.”

“I know.” I laugh, reaching up to brush a long strand of hair off her face that fell out of her messy bun.

“I love you so goddamn much,” I tell her. “It really is a good thing I stopped you, or that could have been a swing and a mishap.”

Wren just shakes her head at my bad pun as I dip my head down to hers. I’m immediately stopped with a palm pressed against my forehead.

“Oh no. No way, buddy. You are not kissing me with that mouth again until your entire body has been bleached of whore,” she warns me, looking down at my lips in disgust for the first time since I got to Summersweet, and I just laugh again.

“Can we order pizza? All this drama made me hungry,” Owen complains as he comes out of the house, walks down the front porch steps, and makes his way over to us.

“Everything makes you hungry,” Wren reminds him.

“I’m a growing boy, and I need to be fed on the hour, every hour.” He shrugs when he makes it to us, and I hold my fist out for him, but he just keeps his hands in his front pockets.

“Not until you wash the whore off.”

“Owen!” Wren laughs through her scolding.

“Don’t you even blame that one on us!” Birdie says as she and Palmer walk over to join us, along with Tess and Bodhi and Murphy, and Owen finally laughs and bumps his fist against mine.

“Don’t you dare yell at my perfect boy,” Murphy grumbles as he wraps his arm around Owen’s shoulders. “Somebody better figure out dinner fast. I need to take my water pill.”

“What did I miss?”

We all turn as Laura comes running up the driveway.

“You want to tell her, or you want me to?” Birdie asks Wren.