I pulled myself up onto the dock and glanced over my shoulder as the blonde turned toward me and tugged her top off. Her breasts were beautiful and big enough to send a shockwave of desire through me.
"See what you're missing?" She shrugged, causing them to bounce.
"I'm right up there in cabin 10-A. When you're ready for the best experience you'll have this side of heaven, come find me. I don't chase women, sweetness. There's no need for it."
I turned and jogged across the street, hating myself for not climbing into the boat and giving in to her. It would have been an afternoon of lust, as I have no doubt that each of her friends would have wanted a turn, too, and who was I to deny anyone?
I walked back into the house and pulled my swim trucks off. "You fuckers. You're going down for that."
"Oh yeah?" Clay looked up from the couch about the time I lodged my trunks at him. They smacked him in the face, and I laughed so hard I had to reach out and grab the table next to me.
"Yeah, bitch. Where's Daniel? I need to slap him around a little." I walked down the hall as Clay chunked my suit at me.
"Get something on. No one in here wants to see your ugly, white ass, and Daniel is shitting his guts out. He's scared of you, remember?" Clay called at me as the front door open.
I turned back, hoping to shock Derek with my nudeness, finding him and a pretty girl, instead. He was talking about something and had his head turned around toward her, but her? She was watching me.
Her eyes widened and she gasped as she pointed at me. "Wow."
"Yep. Home grown." I nodded at Derek as he turned to see what was going on.
"Brody. Shit, man." He moved in front of the girl, and I walked into the kitchen, grabbing a hand towel and a beer. I dried my hair and walked back into the living room as
Derek was trying to hustle the girl out of the house.
"You should stay. We're playing strip poker. I just suck at cards." I turned my attention back to Clay, who was chuckling.
"You're a fucker, you know that?"
I dropped down on the couch beside him, slapping at his feet to make room for me. I opened my beer and dropped the towel in my lap. No need to make everyone overly jealous.
"Yeah? I kinda like me." I took a long drink of the beer and leaned back, letting out a long breath. "Most women like me, too."
"Yeah, yeah. God's gift to women and shit. We all know." Clay nudged my arm with his foot. "You're going to find some intelligent, sexy minx one day, and you know what's going to happen?"
I looked over at him. "We're going to fuck like rabbits?"
"No," he sat up and chucked the magazine at me. "She's going to be everything you want in a girl, and she's going to deny your ass – plain and simple."
I caught the magazine and laughed deep in my chest. "Is that a joke?"
Daniel walked in, his complexion pale. "Is what a joke?"
"Stomach upset, buddy?" I asked before taking another sip of the beer.
"Something like that." He dropped down in a chair close to me and shook his head. "Are you naked?"
"Yep. You can thank your bowels for good timing." I patted Clay's shoulder. "Your buddy here got a pair of wet swim trunks to the face."
"Oh, great. At least he got his already." Daniel pressed his hands to his face and leaned back. "We need to find you a girl to sleep with. You're too damn aggressive otherwise."
"Sleep with? Who wants to-” I was cut off by Derek's loud, country voice as he barreled back into the house.
"Really, Brody? Shit, man." He closed the door and walked in, stopping beside the couch nearest to me.
"What?" I looked over at him. "Pretty girl, by the way. How much did you pay her?"
"She said you guys slept together a few nights back, and now she was looking for a real man." He shrugged and laughed as he turned toward the kitchen.