I must have been staring hard because Mandie says, “Hey, Baylor, that taller one though, you should go after that.”
I mean, he is a tall drink of water for sure, if I want to channel my inner cowgirl, but no way. He is way out of my league. I mean, I’m pretty but I’m not hot. He’s hot, like super fucking hot. His hair is falling into his eyes, his shoulders could break doors, and his body…holy shit. Each muscle is defined, his arms, Jesus, they are things of the gods. As I take him in, I know I’ve seen this type of body, and then it dawns on me.
“He’s a hockey player; they all are.”
Both of them look at me, and Delanie shrugs. “Okay? Then bring on the hockey-player sex!”
“It’s amazing,” Mandie comments and she may be right. I’ve had my fair share of hockey players, and yes, they rocked my world but then one broke it. So, eh, is my decision.
When they throw him in the water, I can’t help but laugh at his body flying through the air before he lands face first into the ocean. Both guys are laughing—the taller one has a great laugh—and man, he is gorgeous. When the other guy comes up sputtering out of the water, he calls them some more names, and the middle guy returns his sentiments. The taller guy though, he crosses his arms, watching them and shaking his head. He must be the older brother.
When the smaller guy glances over at us, Delanie smacks my arm hard.
“Holy fuck, he’s looking at me,” Delanie squeals before pushing her chest out more, in what I feel is a mating call to men. She’s the best at them.
“Jesus,” Mandie says. “Please do him and tell me all about it.”
“Deal,” she says back to her sister as I shake my head.
Looking back at the dripping wet guy, I see that he likes what he sees, and a bright grin comes over his face. Jesus, he is pretty.
He then calls out, “Hey, girl!”
And with that, I decide he is just a pretty face. Laughing, I say, “Wow, a winner with words.”
Mandie laughs as Delanie flips me off. “Shh, he’s warming up,” she says, waving me off. Then she calls out to the wet boy, “Hey.”
“Wow, your night together will be great,” I tease as she heads for him.
“Who needs words, though?” Mandie supplies, and I laugh in agreement.
“Shut up, guys!” Delanie throws at us before passing me. I watch as they interact, and I have to say, she found a great one-night stand. He has the body of a god, but his brother, holy shit. When my gaze cuts to him to get my fill, I’m surprised to find that he is watching me, and my body quickly sets on fire.
“I think the bigger guy likes your assets, Baylor,” Mandie mock-sings to me.
Looking away quickly, I roll my eyes. She may be right, but I don’t care. I don’t have time for a hookup and that’s not how I want my vacation to go. I want to have fun and while, yes, a weekend of sex with door-busting shoulder guy may be fun, it isn’t smart.
And like my dad said, I’m not a dumb girl.
Since Delanie was taking forever and a day, I fall back into the sand with Mandie, the water running up and wetting me to my ankles. I try so desperately not to look over at where she is flirting with the three hotties, but it’s hard. My eyes are trained on the taller one, and man, is he a sight. I want to inspect each of the tattoos that covers his chest and back. The middle one has them along his arms with only a few on his chest, and the littlest one, whom I assume is the youngest, has none.
He’s a baby.
And Delanie is gonna gobble him up.
I want to feel bad, but he doesn’t seem to be hurting any. He is giving just as good as she is, and their body language is on the brink of being disgusting. The middle one looks bored and keeps glancing at his phone, while the bigger one is looking off at the ocean, bored too, I think. I want to go over there, but I’m not sure what I would do once I got there. I don’t want to hook up, I don’t even want to know him, so why do I feel this need to go over there? It isn’t like he is going to pay me any mind. Yeah, he was checking me out, but that’s what guys do. They check out and decide if they want some; obviously, he does not want any. Which is fine with me.
I refuse to admit that may dent my ego a tidbit.
Just a smidge.
As I watch him pathetically, I try to act like I’m looking at other stuff so that Mandie doesn’t catch on. I act as if, Wow, that’s a gorgeous bird, when really, I’m like, Holy shit, his shorts are hanging low. Oh look at that, that kid’s got some skills on that wakeboard, but really, I’m thinking Does he have abs on top of abs on top of abs? I think I’m doing well, but when his eyes meet mine, I gasp, obviously caught. We are both wearing sunglasses, but I swear his gaze is boring into mine. Almost like he knows I am drinking in every single detail of him, just to keep in a little vault in my mind for the rest of my life. When I get bored, I can open it and think about the hottie on the beach who wanted nothing to do with me. But then, something inside me tells me I’m wrong.
I think he might want me.
But still, he doesn’t move. His mouth pulls up at the side as he runs his hand through his hair before he pulls his gaze from mine and looks back at where Delanie is obviously talking their ears off. She’s good at that.
“Jesus, I just got hot too,” Mandie gasps from beside me. “That guy is fire.”
“And I want to be the gasoline,” I mutter and she laughs.
“I’m telling you, go hook up. It isn’t like you’ll ever see him again. Fun Florida Fling. Ha-ha, the three Fs!”
I want to laugh, but I shake my head. “No way. That’s all I need. To have sex, get pregnant or get an STD, or worse, catch feelings for the dude. He’s obviously a player.”
With her face scrunched up, she asks, “How in the world is catching feelings worse than getting pregnant or an STD? And also, how in the hell do you know he’s a player?”
I smile as I shrug. “Question one, yes. It can throw me off my game, mess with my head. I don’t have time for heartbreak.”
“Oh yes, one-way ticket into the NHL.”
“That’s right,” I say with a nod. “Now for question two, that’s obvious. Look at the way he is standing. The way his hair waves carelessly in the air. He probably didn’t put enough gel in his hair just to get that effect.”
I mean, he is a tall drink of water for sure, if I want to channel my inner cowgirl, but no way. He is way out of my league. I mean, I’m pretty but I’m not hot. He’s hot, like super fucking hot. His hair is falling into his eyes, his shoulders could break doors, and his body…holy shit. Each muscle is defined, his arms, Jesus, they are things of the gods. As I take him in, I know I’ve seen this type of body, and then it dawns on me.
“He’s a hockey player; they all are.”
Both of them look at me, and Delanie shrugs. “Okay? Then bring on the hockey-player sex!”
“It’s amazing,” Mandie comments and she may be right. I’ve had my fair share of hockey players, and yes, they rocked my world but then one broke it. So, eh, is my decision.
When they throw him in the water, I can’t help but laugh at his body flying through the air before he lands face first into the ocean. Both guys are laughing—the taller one has a great laugh—and man, he is gorgeous. When the other guy comes up sputtering out of the water, he calls them some more names, and the middle guy returns his sentiments. The taller guy though, he crosses his arms, watching them and shaking his head. He must be the older brother.
When the smaller guy glances over at us, Delanie smacks my arm hard.
“Holy fuck, he’s looking at me,” Delanie squeals before pushing her chest out more, in what I feel is a mating call to men. She’s the best at them.
“Jesus,” Mandie says. “Please do him and tell me all about it.”
“Deal,” she says back to her sister as I shake my head.
Looking back at the dripping wet guy, I see that he likes what he sees, and a bright grin comes over his face. Jesus, he is pretty.
He then calls out, “Hey, girl!”
And with that, I decide he is just a pretty face. Laughing, I say, “Wow, a winner with words.”
Mandie laughs as Delanie flips me off. “Shh, he’s warming up,” she says, waving me off. Then she calls out to the wet boy, “Hey.”
“Wow, your night together will be great,” I tease as she heads for him.
“Who needs words, though?” Mandie supplies, and I laugh in agreement.
“Shut up, guys!” Delanie throws at us before passing me. I watch as they interact, and I have to say, she found a great one-night stand. He has the body of a god, but his brother, holy shit. When my gaze cuts to him to get my fill, I’m surprised to find that he is watching me, and my body quickly sets on fire.
“I think the bigger guy likes your assets, Baylor,” Mandie mock-sings to me.
Looking away quickly, I roll my eyes. She may be right, but I don’t care. I don’t have time for a hookup and that’s not how I want my vacation to go. I want to have fun and while, yes, a weekend of sex with door-busting shoulder guy may be fun, it isn’t smart.
And like my dad said, I’m not a dumb girl.
Since Delanie was taking forever and a day, I fall back into the sand with Mandie, the water running up and wetting me to my ankles. I try so desperately not to look over at where she is flirting with the three hotties, but it’s hard. My eyes are trained on the taller one, and man, is he a sight. I want to inspect each of the tattoos that covers his chest and back. The middle one has them along his arms with only a few on his chest, and the littlest one, whom I assume is the youngest, has none.
He’s a baby.
And Delanie is gonna gobble him up.
I want to feel bad, but he doesn’t seem to be hurting any. He is giving just as good as she is, and their body language is on the brink of being disgusting. The middle one looks bored and keeps glancing at his phone, while the bigger one is looking off at the ocean, bored too, I think. I want to go over there, but I’m not sure what I would do once I got there. I don’t want to hook up, I don’t even want to know him, so why do I feel this need to go over there? It isn’t like he is going to pay me any mind. Yeah, he was checking me out, but that’s what guys do. They check out and decide if they want some; obviously, he does not want any. Which is fine with me.
I refuse to admit that may dent my ego a tidbit.
Just a smidge.
As I watch him pathetically, I try to act like I’m looking at other stuff so that Mandie doesn’t catch on. I act as if, Wow, that’s a gorgeous bird, when really, I’m like, Holy shit, his shorts are hanging low. Oh look at that, that kid’s got some skills on that wakeboard, but really, I’m thinking Does he have abs on top of abs on top of abs? I think I’m doing well, but when his eyes meet mine, I gasp, obviously caught. We are both wearing sunglasses, but I swear his gaze is boring into mine. Almost like he knows I am drinking in every single detail of him, just to keep in a little vault in my mind for the rest of my life. When I get bored, I can open it and think about the hottie on the beach who wanted nothing to do with me. But then, something inside me tells me I’m wrong.
I think he might want me.
But still, he doesn’t move. His mouth pulls up at the side as he runs his hand through his hair before he pulls his gaze from mine and looks back at where Delanie is obviously talking their ears off. She’s good at that.
“Jesus, I just got hot too,” Mandie gasps from beside me. “That guy is fire.”
“And I want to be the gasoline,” I mutter and she laughs.
“I’m telling you, go hook up. It isn’t like you’ll ever see him again. Fun Florida Fling. Ha-ha, the three Fs!”
I want to laugh, but I shake my head. “No way. That’s all I need. To have sex, get pregnant or get an STD, or worse, catch feelings for the dude. He’s obviously a player.”
With her face scrunched up, she asks, “How in the world is catching feelings worse than getting pregnant or an STD? And also, how in the hell do you know he’s a player?”
I smile as I shrug. “Question one, yes. It can throw me off my game, mess with my head. I don’t have time for heartbreak.”
“Oh yes, one-way ticket into the NHL.”
“That’s right,” I say with a nod. “Now for question two, that’s obvious. Look at the way he is standing. The way his hair waves carelessly in the air. He probably didn’t put enough gel in his hair just to get that effect.”
