25
PARKER
Holy. Fucking. Fuck. She did it. She actually fucking did it.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, but Iwasseeing it, and what I was seeing made me curl my fingers into a fist and sink my teeth into it. Isabella was wearing only her bikini and a grass skirt, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
I’d been having fun dancing, but I suddenly couldn’t remember how to move.Like, at all.
Someone let out a wolf whistle when the girls took her up on the small makeshift stage. I definitely felt the urge to look around for whoever it’d been and to punch his teeth in for it, but I couldn’t tear my gaze from her for long enough to actually do it.
Rooted to my spot like someone had planted me there, I stared until the ice-cold press of something against my bicep snapped me out of it. When I turned, I found Colt standing next to me, offering me the beer he’d just held to my arm.
“Looked like you needed something to cool you down.” He smirked. “It’s a good thing you’re wearing that skirt. I’d hate to see what’s going on underneath it right now. Want me to help you get to a seat, or can you still walk?”
I flipped him off. “I can walk. Probably not very fast, but that’s beside the point. Who whistled?”
“Agatha.” He laughed when I let out a sigh of relief. “Relax, bro. Everyone here knows she’s yours.”
Yours. Mine. I liked the sound of that way too much. “Yeah, well, you all do, but Marley’s got a lot of other, more single friends around here who don’t necessarily know it.”
“Back down, caveman. I’ve got your back.” He glanced up at the stage, where Anna, Agatha, and Caitlyn were all busy pulling on skirts. “On the other hand, we might need to cordon off this area if they keep going.”
“Yep,” I agreed. “Now you’re starting to get it.”
His gaze was stuck to Anna when she started moving, too, and I patted him on the shoulder. “Want me to help you get to a seat, or can you still walk?”
“Fuck off,” he muttered before bringing his beer to his lips and taking a long drink from it. “How is everyone else so relaxed about this? We can’t be the only ones who are so possessive that we want to rip the eyes out of every other guy who’s watching while simultaneously being too turned on to move.”
“I didn’t say anything about ripping anyone’s eyes out,” I said.
He crossed his arms over his chest, arching a brow at me before looking back at the stage. “You didn’t have to say anything about it. What would you have done if the name out of my mouth when you asked who had whistled had been anyone’s other than Agatha’s?”
“The first thought that came to mind was to punch their teeth in, but you’re right.” I shrugged, still staring at Isabella and the way she was swaying in that skirt. “Ripping their eyes out isn’t such a bad idea, either.”
Josh’s voice suddenly popped up from my other side. “Oh, snap. I’m not the only one having violent thoughts. Good to know.”
“We’re not resorting to violence,” Reese said, appearing on Colt’s other side. “Have any of you thought about what we could use to cordon off the area?”
“That’s what I said.” Colt scowled at one of Marley’s friends when he caught him looking at the girls. “Should we put an end to this? We shouldn’t, right? They’ll be pissed.”
“Beyond pissed,” I said. “Do you really want it to end, though?”
He sighed, dragging both of his hands through his hair before backing up. “Nope, but I am going to find a seat.”
“Same.” I walked backward with him, draining my beer on the way to the log benches behind us. I grabbed a new one from the drinks table before sitting down. A respectable distance away from Colt, since he might not have wanted to know what was going on underneath my skirt but I didn’t want to know what was happening underneath his, either.
Although I was pretty sure it was the same thing that was happening to me. My trunks were getting much tighter, and the more I watched, the worse it got.
While I could see the other women dancing in my periphery, I only had eyes for her. She was mesmerizing up there with the colorful string lights behind her, the fire just off to the side, and the biggest smile on her face as she laughed and tried to copy the performer showing her the moves.
When they finally seemed to have the basics down and they started really dancing, her hips rolled and her back arched, and I let out a low groan. At least I wouldn’t have to sleep next to her tonight, but she’d be in the same suite and there was no way I was going to be able to forget it.
She kept going, really getting into a groove, and I gotthis closeto spontaneous combustion. Especially when she started looking around, searching for something until she found me and her mouth hooked into a shy but smug smile.
It got even worse when she didn’t look away again, catching her lower lip between her teeth when the performer lifted her own arms above her head and motioned for Isabella to do the same. My mind descended into the deepest pits of the gutter, and images of her doing exactly that but on top of me flashed behind my eyes.
I didn’t know how long it went on for, but when she finally came down off the stage and sat down on my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck, I was so hard it was bordering on painful. Toying with the short hairs at the bottom of my scalp, she grinned in a way that told me she was playing with fire and she knew it.