That was, until Caleb kicked off one of the turrets.
She lunged at him and drove him down into sand. With one of her jujitsu moves she had him pinned beneath her on his back and she grabbed some sand and tried to force-feed it to him as he thrashed his head to get away from it. Bastian was laughing his head off as he observed their antics while sipping on some freshly squeezed raspberry juice.
“You asshole! You just destroyed my sand art!”
“I was improving it, darling!”
“I’m gonna improve your face!”
“Aww, nice try, but you know it’s already the epitome of physical perfection.” As she leaned in, he licked her face, making her still. He chuckled. “Just like you,” he said, his gaze raking over her in her vibrant-blue string bikini, her hair all wild and blown out.
He rolled his hips in his gray board shorts and she jolted. “I should’ve known me getting rough with you would make you rock-hard, you pain whore.”
“That’s me, darling.” He licked her chin and stared up at her with that incredibly seductive look of his out in full force. “You want a piece?”
“I’ll take that offer,” I said, stalking to them and pulling Skylar off Caleb.
His eyes hooded at me as he recognized where I was headed.
Bastian did too, taking off his sunglasses and pushing to his feet.
And then Skylar was squealing as I ran with her into the ocean and dipped her beneath the surface.
The boys were there in the next moment as I eased her back up and she flipped her wet hair out of her face.
“Oh, you’re in for it now,” she warned me.
“Fucking bring it, darling,” Caleb challenged as he and Bastian closed in around her.
She grinned out at them, then lunged at me, driving me down into the water.
“That’s right, show him, beautiful!” Bastian cried.
And then we all jumped on each other, wrestling in the ocean and spraying water all over the place.
I laughed and I couldn’t stop laughing.
This was what happiness looked like.
The four of us together.
In high spirits.
Happy.
Free.
Open.
Raw.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
My loves.
THE END