“Me too!” Yoyo grins from the side of the pool. She didn’t jump in, but she dangles her long legs over the side. I’m glad that she can’t see me clearly from where she is. I can’t even imagine what she would say if she knew that Jack’s fingers slid right under my bikini bottoms, splitting me effortlessly as though he’d done it before. As though he knew exactly where to go.
“Some other time,” Jack shrugs, looking over my shoulder at Chance.
I can see their silent communication going back and forth like telegraph pulses flying over my head. They do this all the time. One of the cool things about being a twin, I guess.
“Definitely,” Chance agrees.
“Bring it on,” I shrug, standing up on my tiptoes and waving my arms under the water to stay upright.
Jack cocks an eyebrow at me. “Okay… Of course, you gotta be careful what you wish for, Chelsea.”
His stare gives me pause, makes me wonder if maybe I do not know exactly what I want. But at this point, the urgent pulsing in my sex makes me think I definitely do.
“Hey, it’s four already,” Chance announces.
“Yeah, okay. Let’s hit it,” Jack answers.
Without another word, they both lunge toward the side of the pool and launch straight out of it, briefly dazzling me into blindness with the sight of sheets of water cascading off their matching, muscular shoulders and hips. I shudder involuntarily, forcing myself not to follow them. Instead I just wade back to Yoyo, pushing tendrils of sticky hair off my forehead and trying to look elegant and composed somehow.
“Hey, where are they going?” she pouts.
She kicks her ankles under the surface of the water, flexing those long, tawny thighs. I know it makes me petty and small, but I can’t help but notice this is the first time a boy—any boy—has elected to spend their attention on me over her.
“Some meeting,” I explain nonchalantly. “Some investor or something like that.”
“Oh, right,” she nods as she squints at them from across the pool, watching them walk away. “Their computer program or whatever. That thing.”
“That’s the thing,” I confirm. It’s an app, not a computer program, but I don’t think she’s really interested in the finer distinctions at this point.
She bites hard on her lower lip as they leave the patio, and I watch emotions flicker over her face. Disappointment, hunger, then resolution.
“What a waste of time,” she finally sighs, pushing herself up to standing and stalking off to the table where her cell phone lies.
Confused, I climb the ladder to leave the pool and walk over to her to grab a towel.
“What was a waste of time?” I ask, watching her drying her long limbs and then tying a flowered skirt over her hips, low enough to show off that blue gem that dangles from her belly button.
“I just don’t know why they would bother. Come on,” she finally huffs.
Hurt, I take my hat and jam it back on my head so she can’t see my eyes. “Bother… what? What are you even talking about?”
She scoffs, rolling her eyes. With a dismissive gesture, she wipes her fingers up and down in the air, apparently signifying my body from head to toe.
“Don’t get me wrong, Chelsea,” she starts imperiously, “you’re cute as a button, right? But it’s not like they can have you, you know what I mean? It’s not like you could really make it happen.”
I cross my arms defensively over my bare belly, vividly aware of the abnormally hot water trickling out of my bikini bottoms and down between my thighs.
“What are you talking about? Make what happen?”
She picks up her phone and scowls at the face of it, jabbing it with her thumb. “Boys are just so dumb.”
“They’re not dumb, actually,” I sniff. “They’re are about to be millionaires, Yoyo. Off that app they designed themselves.”
“Yeah, but my point is that you can never get a piece of that, Chelsea,” she drawls. “Just like you can never get a piece of them.”
“Well, I don’t know…”
The words die on my tongue. Wasn’t she just trying to convince me I wanted them? How did she change her tune so fast?