ttle help?"
"What?" I moved up to my knees and glanced down to see Brody bobbing in the water beneath me. "You again?"
He laughed. "Yeah, princess. Help me up?"
"Just walk out of the water over there." I nodded toward the shore beside us.
"There are too many sharp rocks." He lifted his eyebrow and turned his attention onto Emily. "Hi, pretty girl. Any way you'd be willing to help me up? Your friend here isn't being very neighborly."
"No, she's not, is she?" Emily gave me a look and stood up, offering Brody her hand.
"Really?" I got up and gave him my other one.
He got up with our help, forcing us to step back several steps as he shook the water off of him like a dog. I glanced down at myself and gave him a scathing look.
"Where is the girl you were with?" I couldn't help but ask. "Did you eat her?"
"Yeah, all night long until she couldn't walk." He turned and looked out toward the lake, lifting his middle finger in the air toward the group of guys laughing loudly on what I assumed was his boat. "Thanks, girls."
He moved past us without another word, leaving me standing there in shock. I glanced over at Emily. "Did he just say that?"
Her eyes were wide as she watched him walk off. "Yeah, and for the first time in a really long time, I'm jealous. I want to be that girl."
I turned and searched the surface of the lake, not finding her. "I'm not so sure that's a good idea. I don't see her anywhere."
"Let's go. Stop worrying. Everyone out here is having a good time. We're going to that party tonight and will soon be joining them." Emily tugged at the back of my bathing suit, and I turned, walking back toward the house.
Brody was a little ways away from us, walking down the center of the street like he owned it. I couldn't help but admire how sexy his back was, littered with muscles and dripping with lake water. His blond hair almost looked dark brown, and for a moment, I thought maybe I was overreacting, but no: he was a cocky bastard for sure.
Did you eat her? All night long. Good grief.
Chapter Seven
Brody
I couldn't help but laugh at the expression on the pretty brunette's face as I walked off. The night before had been spent with the boys thanks to the hot little number behind me fucking up my lay. She was everything I liked physically in a woman, yet her attitude left her off limits. She was dominate, bitchy, and cold.
As much as I wanted to look over my shoulder to see her one more time, I forced myself to keep walking down the road. Clint's party was that night, and something told me that she would be there.
If so, I would try to see where I stood with her. Anything more than a few minutes of flirting and I was out. I wasn't trying to propose, just score for the night. There was only so much effort I was willing to put into that venture before moving to the next woman.
"She is hot, though." I took a shallow breath. She had warm brown eyes and shoulder-length hair that appeared thick enough to grip during a long session in the sheets. Her little bikini was beautiful on her, barely covering her nipples and leaving plenty of her tanned flesh spilling over the sides. I groaned as I imagined her in my lap, bouncing up and down as I treated her nipples like my only source of sustenance.
I walked into the house as my mood plummeted. The fact that the woman hadn't so much as checked me out once in the two times I'd been in front of her was concerning. I wasn't into someone playing hard to get, and yet my dreams the night before had her center stage to a few unconventional fucking sessions.
"Are you sporting that hard-on in town? What the fuck, man?" Clay looked up from the table and shook his head. "You seriously have no shame."
"Nope, I don't." I grabbed my dick and shook it before walking to the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water.
Daniel glanced over his shoulder as he lifted a sandwich to his mouth. "You want-”
"Yep. Thanks." I snatched the sandwich and walked back to my room as he cursed me. "I'm laying down. I'll see you pussies after a while."
"Oh, Lord. He's in a mood." Clay called from behind me. "He must have been denied."
"I don't get denied." I walked into my room and locked the door behind me before sitting down on the edge of the bed and making quick work of Daniel's sandwich. Every group of friends needed an alpha asshole type. I was just playing the role given to me years ago in high school. Derek took the position every once in a while and gave me a break, but the older we got, the more often I found myself back in it.
"Can't even get the bitch’s name." I licked my fingers before moving back on the bed and tugging my shorts over my hips. My erection sprung lose, and I wasted no time grabbing it and lifting my hips with a hard thrust.