Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
I immediately get hard.
“You’re gonna wanna hold on to her, bruh,” the little shit-ass says in another mocking tone, like he can tell I’m afraid to touch her.
I glare at him through narrowed eyes. “Thanks. I got it, bruh,” I bark angrily through clenched teeth, my temperamental ice hockey flare-up only made worse by the raging hard-on in my damp swim trunks.
Abby puts her hands on both my thighs and gives them both a squeeze, twice, imploring. Could you not start anything, please?
Fine. Messaged received.
Then, because I hesitate too long, she reaches down and takes my mammoth hands, directing them to her waist, as if she actually wants them there.
Her bare skin is soft, and before I can stop myself from acting on hormone-powered impulses, I lean forward and press a kiss to her shoulder blade, chuckling, “Sorry about my, uh…”
She shivers and looks back at me with a shy smile. “It’s f-fine.”
Jenna gives a loud-ass, dramatic, and wistful sigh from behind us, just as the little bastard kicks us with the heel of his resort-issue flip-flop, through the water tunnel, and sends us plunging blindly through the dark.
We fly through the tube, my arms wrapped tightly around Abby’s waist, hers securing us both to the tube. I grip her tight as we spiral down, her gasping squeals of delight with every plunge and turn we take in the dark tunnel.
Minutes—maybe only seconds—later, we shoot out into a shallow, waist-deep wading pool, water thrusting us out into the middle so the next tuber doesn’t nail us.
I reach up, squeezing the brim of my wet, backwards ball cap into shape, then begin paddling us out a little further.
We bob there for a few seconds before Abby cranes her head to look at me, embarrassed. “I guess I’ll just… get off.”
She hops down, the water pooling around her waist, and as she adjusts her bikini top, I readjust my hard-on.
Get off.
Sounds about right.
Abby
The day has been amazing. Exciting. Blissful.
I’m floating down the lazy river with all the girls, while the guys are off doing… whatever they’re off doing. I haven’t seen Caleb since we went down that one ride together. Since he hopped down off the tube, scooped me out of the water and waded through it with me in his arms until the pool attendant made us leave the water slide dump zone.
I smile to myself and sigh, remembering Caleb’s arms tightened around my middle and how they continued to linger there even after we were shot out of the tunnel and into the wading pool, holding me against him. Brushing against my wet skin.
Double sigh….
“What part of relaxing were they thinking about when they decided to put a damn waterfall in the middle of the lazy river? Lazy my ass.” Jenna’s voice breaks sarcastically into my daydream before she hops down out of her tube, walking it over to the edge of the manmade canal wall to stay dry. “A man must have designed this stupid ride.”
“This is freaking work,” someone else complains, joining her against the wall.
We all laugh good-naturedly, half of us getting soaked by the waterfall Jenna had taken pains to avoid. After we pass it, she climbs back on her yellow tube, smoothing her dip-dyed hair back into its sleek ponytail.
Once more, we’re drifting along contentedly, letting the current and a bunch of random kids float us around corners, through dripping caves, and over several rippling tide pools.
“So what are we doing tonight?” Chelsea asks lethargically, trailing her hand in the water as she bobs along, her question directed at Shelby.
Shelby lets out a yawn. “I was thinking game night? Or we could just hang out and relax; do a bonfire.”
A bonfire sounds awesome.
Not everyone agrees.
“I thought we were going out downtown,” Miles’s friend Angelica says with a frown, a shadow of displeasure marring her pretty face.
“Naw. Blaze and I were talking, and we didn’t think the downtown area here sounded like much of a nightlife. Too many little kids and tourists. Too many gift shops with souvenirs and not enough bars. So we thought we’d grill out and sit around the fire.”
“Sweet,” Molly says, paddling her feet and kicking up a small splash. Her thin gold ankle bracelet catches the sun shining through the overhead glass ceiling. “Wes and I love a good bonfire.”
We round a bend of the lazy river, arriving at the beach entry marking the end of the ride. I don’t immediately climb out of the tube like the rest of the girls. Instead, I let myself float idly by as the others stand and wade their way to the fake concrete shoreline.
My hands dip beside the tube, fingertips grazing the warm water, and I glance up to see Molly wading back toward me.
She paddles out in the shallow water, grabbing my yellow tube by the handle to steady me in place. “Hey,” she says. “How’s it going?”