Page 13 of Summer Nights

He takes off his shirt quickly revealing a chiselled chest, every inch of his sun kissed skin covered in coloured tattoos. It's obvious he's still working on them as they’ve only just reached the tops of his arms. He then slowly begins to remove his black jeans, leaving him in only his boxer briefs. It's impossible to not notice just how much heat he's packing. I quickly meet his eyes again, realising where my eyes had wondered too. He gives me a knowing look, having caught me out. Good one Scarlett, you fucking perve.

“I don’t know if you’d be a very good teacher.” I snide, riling him up trying to distract him by how obvious I was being in my perusal.

“You’d find that I can be very..” He pauses for a moment looking me up and down, that flirty smile comfortable on his face. “persistent.”

I begin to back away slowly, a giggle creeping up from inside me that I can’t control. The minute the sound escapes me, Nicky makes a beeline straight for me. I take off with a run but unfortunately the water and the uneven sand beneath my feet makes gaining any kind of momentum near impossible.

Before I know it, Nicky is tackling me, sending us both into the shallow water. He quickly moves me around, so I land on top of him. His grip stays firm on me, refusing to let me go. I try to squirm around in the hopes he will release me until I feel a hardness under me. A rumble comes from deep inside his chest. “Keep moving like that baby and you’ll be starting something you won’t be able to finish.”

I stop in my tracks realising just what I can feel. I then become completely aware of just how much skin of mine is touching his and vice versa. My eyes snap to his. His eyes have darkened, heat radiates from him as his grip around my body tightens.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” I say, feeling humiliated that I was just dry humping the poor guy in the middle of a creek while his mates stand around watching.

I scramble to get out of his hold. He seems reluctant at first to let me go but eventually his grip loosens so I’m able to stand up.

Nicky slowly sits up but doesn’t bother to stand. I know it's because of what he’s trying to hide.

I turn around and face the guys, coming to a standstill when I notice their state of dress… or lack thereof. Four broad chests greet me, each just as defined as the other. Tattoos cover the majority of each guys body. My eyes slowly travel down each of their bodies, each guy only wearing boxer briefs. I refrain from making the same mistake as I did with Nicky and shoot my eyes up to their faces.

Dacre almost looks shy; self-conscious even as he runs his fingers through his hair. Really it just gives me more fucking eye candy as I watch the way his body flexes.

Fuck, I need to find a potato sack or something to cover them up with.

“Ah, we didn’t remember to pack our swimsuits so, I hope you don’t mind.” He chuckles uneasily.

I give him a reassuring smile. “It's all good. It could be much worse. The guys normally wear budgie smugglers.” I cringe. “That shits fucked.”

“Budgies smugglers?” He questions giving me a funny look.

“They are what we call speedos.”

The guys all give me mixed looks of horrified to downright disturbed. All apart from Sonny.

“What? That’s amazing. Imagine how freeing that would feel! Not to mention comfortable!

“You’ve got something wrong with your head.” Pike says, shaking his head.

“No way. I could one hundred percent pull them off! Don’t you think Scarlett?” Sonny taunts with a hint of play in his tone. It's obvious he is just wanting to get a reaction out of the guys and who am I to deny him?

“Oh absolutely.” I tease. “I mean you have the most perfect body… for ballet.”

His smile is wide, his ego getting a massive boost until he realises just what I said. The smile instantly drops from his face and with it so does my belly. Shit. I instantly regret teasing him.

I walk over to him, placing my arm on his shoulder. “Sonny, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mea…”

Before I can even get the rest of my apology out, I’m thrown over his shoulder. A loud crack sounds and I jolt feeling the sting from where he slapped me on the ass.

“Sonny!” I yell, but there is no heat to it.

“Great body for ballet? I’ll show you a great body for ballet!” He teases, spinning me around.

That gets all the guys in motion. I don’t know what is with these guys and picking me up but I don’t complain. They can beat on their chests and run around like gorillas for all I care. That primal shit may be an ick for some but I love it. Come on, who doesn’t love a grumpy, possessive man that claims you as theirs? Ugh, I’ve been spending way too much time with Grace.

Time seems to fade away on us as we spend it kicking water at each other, teasing and laughing. My face has never felt so sore by the amount I’ve laughed and smiled. The feeling of finding my kind of people in these boys is so prevalent.

Chapter Five

Scarlett

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