“Tonight,” I agree. I can’t wait. As he walks away, I call, “Hey, step count?”
Glancing down at the wristband, he replies, “19,000. You?”
Damn it. “17,500.”
“I win again!” he gloats.
“It isn’t over until midnight!” I yell as he heads toward the mansion.
I climb out of the pool and flop into the lounger next to Henley. “Hey, drunky.”
“Hey horny.”
“Having fun?”
“Yeah, I am.”
I pick up my phone and check my other friends’ stats on my fitness tracker app. Hmm, that’s weird. Simon should’ve made it to the mansion by now, but his steps are increasing. Really fast, like he’s running. Surely, he didn’t go running again.
“What’s that look about?” Kasha asks, sitting on my other side. Bobby Jo returns and sits beside her.
“It looks like Simon is running again. Maybe he was just taking it easy on me.”
“He’s not running. He’s in the pool house,” Bobby Jo announces. “I saw him go in.”
“What the hell is he doing in…” The realization sinks in just as Kasha bursts out laughing.
“The wristband! He’s so busted!” she laughs. “Damn, Lydia, he couldn’t even make it back to his room? What are you doing to the guy?”
I look back at the app and the numbers are still going up, moving even faster. I can’t help myself. Before I know it, I’m in the pool house, standing outside the stall where Simon is apparently trying to set a record for fastest right hand.
Kasha and Bobby Jo both follow me in and stand a few feet back, holding in laughter. Trying to suppress my own giggles, I can’t resist messing with him. “Uh…Simon?”
A low curse leaves his lips followed by a grunt. “Yeah?” he calls, trying to disguise his heated breathing. I recognize his I just had an orgasm voice.
“Sorry to interrupt. Just thought you’d like to know you’ve jerked off for three miles. You should probably stretch.”
We all fall into hysterics, especially when Bobby Jo adds, “If you use your non-dominant hand and turn your fist around, it’ll feel like someone else is doing it.”
Still laughing, I wave my hand at Bobby Jo and Kasha. “Go check on Henley. She’s going to pass out and get sunburnt.” They leave reluctantly. The stall door is locked when I try to open it. “Are you going to come out?”
“Nope.”
“Never?”
I can hear the amusement in his voice, overpowering the embarrassment. “You realize Kasha is going to run this right back to Roman and Davis. I’ll never hear the end of it.” The lock clicks, and he walks out, his cheeks full of color.
“Davis stripped on the beach after Henley shocked his asshole and balls last year. Pretty sure that’s worse.”
Shaking his head, he grabs my jaw and looks down at me. My heart rate increases when he leans down and his breath warms my cheek. I just want to shove him back in the stall and fuck his brains out. “This is all your fault, you know. Payback is a bitch, beautiful. Tonight,” he says again.
“We have that boat party tonight,” I remind him, my voice coming out in a whisper.
“So I’ll fuck you on the boat.” Stepping back, he gives my ass a squeeze before walking off.
I hear applause when he leaves the pool house. Led by Kasha I’m sure.
Monica has really outdone herself this time. She’s booked a large party boat, and when we board, there must be at least a hundred guests milling around, sipping drinks. It’s still daylight when the party starts so Kasha, Henley, Sicily, and I head to the deck to soak up some sun while the guys go to the casino. Yeah, they have a casino room onboard. We throw off the clothes covering our swimsuits and claim some lounge chairs.
“So, how is the job hunting going?” Henley asks me.
Huh. I haven’t really resumed the search since I took the job at the elementary school. “I haven’t really been trying. A few of the local fitness centers and sports teams have my resume, but I need to follow up.”
Kasha rolls onto her stomach, and I grin at the two guys walking by who nearly smash into a wall to look at her ass. “Do you like working at the school?”
“I do,” I admit, still surprised myself at how well I fit in there. “The kids are great. The money sucks though.”
“Money isn’t everything. I may not make a fortune on my jewelry, but I love my job.”
“I may stay until the end of the school year. It depends on what else comes my way. I’d hate to leave and stick the kids with another sub.”
“Plus, you wouldn’t get to see Sexy Simon every day when he picks up his nephew,” Henley points out. “Where is the kid, by the way?”
“At his grandparents’ for the weekend.”
A shadow falls over us, and we look up to see Roger walking by. Bobby Jo is right behind him and she winks at us before pretending to grab his waist, thrusting her hips at him.