We grab our bags and she shows us around the house, ending the tour with the bedrooms we’ll be staying in.
“I’m so happy you guys are here. We’re going to have so much fun.”
“The ride wasn’t too bad either,” Violet states, falling backward on her bed. “I thought it would take more time.”
I laugh. “How would you know? You slept as soon as we hit the highway and didn’t wake up until we were here.”
“Exactly. It went by really quickly.” She smiles.
“So.” Danika rubs her hands together. “Are we going to address the elephant in the room?”
“If by elephant you mean Rex’s brother, Adam, then yes. I couldn’t help my reaction when Rex introduced us.” I hold up a hand to keep her from jumping in. “Let me explain why I was so surprised and then you guys will understand.” I glance between my two friends, making sure I have their attention. “In the past few months, I’ve had numerous Manfax requests for Adam.” My friends giggle.
“You’re kidding,” Danika says.
“Nope. It’s absolutely true. He has a very colorful dating history. If you can call what he does dating,” I scoff. “And he’s a complete commitment phobe. I’m sorry I never made the connection that he’s Rex’s brother. Am I a bad friend for not knowing your boyfriend’s last name?”
“Not at all. I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned it. At least not since our first date, so why would you make the connection? And I don’t doubt his commitment issues. I’ve heard his brothers give him shit about it, and Rex has told me a few stories. I’ve even witnessed Adam in action myself on more than one occasion. Women are drawn to him like ants to sugar, and he knows it.”
“He is adorable, though,” Violet states.
“Okay, enough about work. I’m here for a break.” I’m not about to admit I agree with Vi. “Where’s this pool you were telling us about?”
4
Adam
“What was that all about?” Rex questions.
I shrug. “Honestly, I have no idea. But she seems to hate me for some reason. I know I never banged her. I’d never forget that face or rack.”
“Jesus, dude. Don’t be so crass,” Rex scolds.
“Okay, Mr. Lover. Remember when you used to not have a girlfriend and you made the same bad jokes as us?”
“Vaguely.”
“Well, let me remind you how you absolutely did.”
“All I know is neither of them hated me, so my weekend is shaping up nicely,” Larsen states, a smug grin on his lips.
I scowl. “Fuck that. She hates me now, but that doesn’t mean anything. I can change her mind like this.” I snap my fingers. “I work fast.”
Larsen sniggers. “That’s what she said.”
“Why don’t you guys change into your suits and we’ll hang out by the pool,” Rex suggests, shaking his head.
“Good idea.” Larsen punches Rex’s arm. “Then we can see the girls in their bikinis.”
“Finally something we can agree on.” I bump fists with Larsen.
Rex clears his throat and aims a stern look between Larsen and me. “By girls, you better not be including Danika.”
My little brother spreads his hands, preparing to poke the bear. “Hey, we can look.”
I clap him on the shoulder. “Don’t fire him up, Lars. We don’t need him getting arrested and ruining our weekend.” I’m joking—sort of. I know Rex has turned over a new, much calmer leaf since he’s been with Danika, but that doesn’t mean we should provoke him. At least not about Danika. She’s a hot button for his temper.
Rex flips us off before he heads upstairs.
“Marco,” I call out.
“Polo,” a variety of voices reply. With my eyes closed, my hearing is working overtime, and I know for certain none of my opponents are behind me. Edging forward slowly, I listen for the sound of anyone moving or shifting in the water. I’ve always been good at this game, so I don’t plan to be it for long.
I feel rippling near my calves, as if someone’s continuously kicking their legs while treading water. Turning my head away, I pretend to not notice. I wait a few seconds and then I spin around and dive through the air. My hands are the first thing to make contact with a soft body. The shrill squeal I hear has my eyes popping open. I find Roxanne in front of me and one of my hands is holding onto one of her large tits and the other is cupping an ample ass cheek.
I smile, my lips stretching to capacity until I resemble the Cheshire Cat. I can’t help but give a squeeze with both of my hands as I point out the obvious. “I win.”
“Let me go.” Roxanne shoves both her hands against my chest. Instantly, I release her.
“I didn’t do that on purpose, and I’d like to say I’m sorry, but it would be a lie.”
“I’m sure it wouldn’t be the first one you’ve told,” she spits out the reply, as if she believes it to be true.
“I wouldn’t want our relationship to get off on the wrong foot.” I smirk.
“We don’t have a relationship of any sort.” She wiggles a red tipped digit back and forth between us. I’m tempted to nip her fingertip, but I know that wouldn’t go over well. At least not yet.
Studying her hand, I imagine her long nails raking furrows down my back as I pump inside her. And now, despite the cool water, I’ve got a chub.
“That could easily be remedied.”
“Is this guy for real?” She directs the question to everyone else and no one answers. They all look frozen in place like we’ve been playing freeze tag instead of Marco Polo.
“You’re not the first woman to think I’m too good to be true.” I bop the tip of her nose with my finger.
She swats my hand away. “Don’t touch me again unless you like getting junk punched.”
I chuckle. I love a feisty woman. It usually translates to being a wildcat in the bedroom. “Already talking about my dick, huh, Rocky?”
“You wish,” she scoffs. “And my name’s Roxanne.”
“Well, that may be, but I prefer Rocky. It’s a better fit for you and your scrappiness.”
She opens her mouth to lambaste me when Danika cuts in, “Why don’t we take a break from this game and have some drinks?”
“Great idea, honey,” Rex agrees, climbing from the pool. He opens the small refrigerator that’s hidden behind the large granite bar he and I built two summers ago and starts setting out bottles of beer for us guys and margaritas for the ladies.
“Looks like you’ll have to wait to get your hands on me, Rocky.” I wink.
Roxanne’s head drops back, and she stares up at the cloudless sky. ”Oh, dear God. I need a drink.”
“I often get called God, however, I prefer Adam. But for you, Rocky, I’ll make an exception.”
“Get over yourself,” she snipes, tossing her wet hair over her shoulder. “And stop calling me Rocky.”
I watch her swim away, my smile growing by the second.