We walk around the corner, staying out of the way of the front door. No one can see us unless they walk over here. I’ve always loved this private little nook.
We both stare down the beach, and the waves drown out any sounds that might escape the house. Suddenly, we’re not alone. Helen appears, and she smiles at both of us as she takes a seat.
“Thought I’d find you two out here. Sorry I’ve slept the day away,” she says, staring out at the beach with us.
“I was just telling Bo that she needs to tell the boy the truth,” Dad announces.
“No you weren’t.” I look at him incredulously, and he shrugs.
“Was about to,” he adds innocently.
“Don’t think that’s a good idea,” I mumble. “Besides, it’s just for a few weeks. Looks like he’s avoiding me, so things just got easier.”
We all sigh in unison, and Dad takes a long draw off his beer.
“Call your mother. She’s good at this shit.” Dad acts like he’s just spooned out divine knowledge.
“Mom doesn’t need to know about this,” I point out. “I can’t get ahold of her right now anyway. No telling where she is, and you know she doesn’t have a cell. Anyway, she’d just lecture me instead of advising, though.”
He grins like he’s fond of that, and I roll my eyes.
“She’d also freak out if she knew Bo and Bora’s secret was given over to a man and his family that neither of them plan to continue being around after this trip is over,” Helen adds.
Dad’s smile turns into a grimace.
“Good point. Don’t you dare fucking tell your mother.”
This time, I smile.
Just as Dad opens his mouth to speak again, a loud scream pierces the ocean’s song, and then something thumps loud enough to be heard from out here.
Helen snickers quietly, and Dad grins as he stands up.
“Sounds like Mick just got here.”
Laughing lightly, I stand up and head inside. Uncle Mick throws his arms around me, and he hugs me to him for a few seconds before releasing me abruptly and grabbing Helen.
She coughs like she can’t breathe, but it doesn’t look like he’s loosening his hold any time soon. “I’m so fucking glad you’re okay,” he tells her, kissing the top of her head.
Smiling and deciding they need privacy, Dad and I step over Mrs. Marshall’s unconscious body, and he kisses my forehead before heading down the hall to his master bedroom.
With a rueful sigh, I head up the stairs and toward my room. Just as I open the door, I turn into Mrs. Marshall and scream. Well, it’s more of a hoarse squeal than a scream. And I don’t pass out.
At least I have a good penis—er, I mean reason.
Penis. Big penis. Big naked penis.
Holy penis. Holy massive hard penis. Why is it hard? Surely he doesn’t just walk around at attention for no real reason.
“You okay, babe?” Jax asks, looking at me from beside the bed as he pulls the covers back.
He’s naked. Did I mention that? I mean fully naked. Like I’m getting full frontal right now.
“Your penis,” I babble, then shake my head. “I mean, you’re naked.”
Long lines of muscle taunt me, while the random lines of ink keep my eyes roaming over his body. And his penis. Did I mention his penis is in the room? Of course it’s in the room, because it’s attached to him, and he’s in the room… But… Penis.
“Yes,” he says, tilting his head like he’s studying me. “Usually I sleep naked, you know? It’s rare I wear clothes.”