"Did they?" Her hand moves behind her, and she grabs my cock in her hand. "And what did you have in mind?"
"Better if I show you," I say, picking her up and placing her on the chest in the room. Her arms wrap around my neck as my mouth finds hers. It takes me no time to be sliding into her, and when we walk back outside forty-five minutes later, we find no one on the balcony. Looking over, we see them at the beach.
"I’m going to get sunscreen," Erika says. "I’ll meet you there." I nod, and I want to bend to kiss her, but she raises her eyebrows and looks around. She brings two fingers to her lips and then places them on my lips before turning and walking inside. Her green bikini is showing under her white beach dress. The black bikini is in the wash.
I walk down the steps, and the minute I step on the sand, I hear my name. "Cooper Grant." I look over and see my grandfather and namesake. He walks with his hand in my grandmother Parker’s hand.
"Grandpa," I return, walking to him. He takes me into his arms and gives me a big bear hug. His hands come up and hold my face just like he did when I was a young boy. His eyes are glistening with tears.
"Look at you," he says, blinking the tears away. He brings me back for a hug.
"Hey," my grandmother interupts. "Let me get a hug." I bend to hug my grandmother. "My baby," she says, and I laugh. "Where are my great-grandbabies?" she asks, and I point at the sea as I hear the girls squeal as they run in and out of the water with my father chasing them and my mother sitting on the sand watching them. "Where is Erika?" She looks behind me.
"She went to get sunscreen for the girls," I say, and she smiles and nods her head, walking toward my father.
My grandfather puts his arm around my shoulder. “How are you doing?” he asks as we walk toward the girls.
“I’m doing really, really good," I confirm with a smile, and it makes him smile.
"Not going to lie," he replies. "You look good."
"I feel good," I say and then look up to see my father coming to us.
"They are going to come within an hour and give us lounge chairs and some umbrellas," he says. "Max just called. They are taking off. Dylan, Michael, and Alex missed the plane, so they are going to arrive tomorrow."
I shake my head. "How did they miss the plane?"
"From what Max said, their heads are all up their asses," my father shares, and my grandfather laughs.
“God, I can’t wait to have everyone here," he says. "Now, where are my girls?" he asks, walking away from us to the girls, who yell and scream for him to chase them.
"How is the house?" my father asks, and I just nod.
Fifty-five minutes later, four guys arrive with twenty umbrellas and over one hundred chairs. My mother brings the girls to the house when they complain they are hungry. I spot Erika walking toward us, and then she stops when she sees the girls. She shares a hug with my mother and my grandmother. She turns and walks back to the house with them.
"Let's sit," my father says, and he points at the empty chairs right next to my grandfather, who sits and looks out at the water.
"This is good, right, Dad?" my father says to my grandfather, who smiles.
"Best weeks of the year. We need to pack coolers," he says.
"Nah," my father says. "I hired a beach crew to take care of us every day. They are going to bring water toys, too." I laugh because my father can never do things low-key. "Why are you laughing?" He pushes my shoulder, and I just shake my head. "How are you doing?"
"Good." I look over at him, and I’m dying to tell him about Erika. "I’m having fun." I skate around it, and he just eyes me.
"You're having fun." He repeats my words. "What the fuck does that mean?"
"How soon before it’s a reasonable time to start dating?" I ask, and my grandfather looks over at me and laughs, shaking his head. My father just looks at me with his mouth hanging open. "What?"
"How soon before you start dating?" He repeats the words to make sure that he heard them right.
"Yeah," I say. "Give or take."
"I haven’t a fucking clue," he admits.
"How did you know Mom was the one?" I ask, and my grandfather puts his head back and laughs.
"Not only does he want to start dating," my grandfather teases, "but he’s wondering if he’s in love."
"Would you two just please answer the question?" I say, annoyed.
"When I was dating your grandmother," my grandfather starts, "there was a miscommunication, and she took off for four days. Longest fucking days of my life, and I thought I would die."