call to be touched. Kissed.
Kids! Kids . . . focus on the kids.
I blink away from my woman in her bright green string bikini and focus on Isaac. He’s tossing a football from hand to hand, staring out at the breaking waves.
“Isaac, man.”
He turns toward me, his gaze not unfriendly, but I can see he’s protective of his older sister and he won’t be won over easily.
“You wanna throw?” I nod to his football.
He assesses me for a second longer then shrugs. “Sure.”
I hop up from the big sheet that Trix laid out for everyone right before she slathered them in sunblock and took the younger kids to put their feet in the water. She asked me to come with her, but the vision of her in that tiny bikini had me benched.
Even thinking about it now—football. Focus on football.
I jog out to give the kid a decent distance, but not too far that he can’t get the ball to me. I lift my hands, signaling I’m ready. He tilts his head then shakes it a few times before taking two steps back. He cocks his arm then fires the ball. It spins and arcs high, higher, and sails over my head to land a good fifteen yards behind me.
“Holy shit.” I stare at him, unbelieving, only to get another shrug. “Sixteen years old? Damn.” I jog to get the ball.
After scooping up the football, I slap it between two hands and torpedo the thing back to him. He catches it easily then throws it back.
Seems like I may’ve underestimated the kid. We play like this until we’re both sweaty and my right arm is burning like a motherfucker. Trix and the kids have been working on a sandcastle, and other than the few times I’ve caught her watching and stolen a smile, I haven’t spent any time with her.
I flag Isaac and we jog to meet in the middle. He’s breathing heavy, thankfully just as exhausted. “Damn, you’ve got some serious talent.”
His eyebrows pop up behind his shades. “Yeah?”
“Hell yeah! You kidding? I’ve never seen a kid your age throw like that.” I hold out my fist and he bumps it.
“Thanks, bro.” He wipes his forehead.
“Why don’t you take a dip, cool off a bit.” I grab the football to deposit it with our stuff.
“I think I will.”
“You mind watching the little kids for a bit so I can take your sister out on the long board?”
He watches me for a few seconds then nods. “Sure thing, man. Just give me a sec to get wet.”
He takes off to the water, and I grab the long board, hoisting it up under my arm, and head for Trix. Little-girl voices go back and forth about building a tower high enough so that the prince has to work to get his princess, and the younger boys are deep in the process of moat construction.
I stand over Trix, blocking the sun, and she regards me from behind long strands of her wind-whipped hair. “You up for a surf lesson?”
She shakes gloppy sand off her fingers and stands up, raking her sunglasses up on her head. Her violet eyes flash with excitement, and even without a hint of makeup, they stand out against her sun-kissed skin. “Right now?”
“Sure. Why not?” My fingers itch to push her hair behind her ear.
She stares out at the waves just as Isaac comes in shaking his head to spray the little kids with water. They all squeal.
“Go for it, Bea. I’ve got the kids.” Isaac ruffles Zoe’s hair. “What’re we building here, Zee?”
Josiah jumps up, his face covered in sand. “We’ve got a moat with an alligator-great-white-shark hybrid that feeds on the princes that fail to rescue the princess!”
“Of course you do.” Isaac grins then drops to his knees to help out.
“Let me put my sunglasses away.” Trix moves to our stuff.
“Oh, wait.” I set down the long board and pull my sleeveless shirt off over my head. “Can you drop this up with your sunglasses?” I toss my shirt to her, but it hits her flat belly then drops to the sand.
She eyeballs my chest, her lips parted as her gaze slides down my abdomen to settle below my belly button. My dick jumps behind my board shorts at her open appreciation.
“Trix.” It’s not a command, more like a plea. As if this isn’t hard enough without her eyeballs molesting me, I groan, and her gaze slides to my hip where a few fingers of my