Page 47 of Rebel

When I break the surface, he’s gaping at me, scrambling for the waistband, so I snatch my top back and swim away. I grin as I put it back on. I can feel Trav’s and Kolton’s lustful gazes on me, but I ignore them as Chase narrows his eyes on me. “Oh, you want to play dirty, Danvers? Fine.”

Yelping, I swim to Trav and climb onto his back. He holds my legs for me as I lean into his back. “Help me.”

“Kolton, you’re on my team then!” Chase calls, swimming to Kolton. “Whoever gets the others’ swimsuit first wins, no rules.”

“Deal,” I call. “I have a plan,” I whisper to Trav. “You block Kolt.”

“Got it.” Trav drops me, and I swim straight for Chase. His eyes widen as he tries to swim away before turning to face me. I should have known Chase wouldn’t back down. I hear Kolton laughing, and when I glance back, Trav is tickling him. Grinning, I dive under the water and swim right to Chase.

I slide up his body as I break the surface, and then I grab his hand, which reaches for my swimsuit, and shove it into the water as I press my body against his.

“Danvers,” he warns.

Fluttering my lashes, I grin at him as I lean closer. “What? You don’t want to play with me?”

I can feel his hard dick pressing against me, and it’s not fair, but I never did play fair. I stroke my hand down his chest then over his length, and I watch his eyes widen as I grind my palm into the very impressive bulge. When he groans, I grab his shorts and yank them down, diving under the water and swimming away as fast as I can to the shout of my name. When I emerge behind Trav, I hold them up in victory.

“I can’t even be mad,” Chase grouses.

“I wouldn’t be either.” Trav coughs as I elbow him. “Losers buy food.”

“Fine,” Chase mutters as Kolton winks at me, but we all gawk when Chase swims to the edge of the pool and pushes from the water, bare ass naked, and lies on the lounger, his arms crossed under his head.

His very hard, very huge cock stands at attention.

“How does he walk with that thing?” I wonder out loud. “Surely it gets in the way.”

“Sometimes,” he replies without opening his eyes. “Why don’t you come help me?”

“Trav, you heard him,” I tease.

“Hell no.” Trav turns away. “That naked weirdo is yours.”

“Nope, yours,” I argue.

“Are you arguing about whom I belong to? Neither of you want me,” Chase grumbles. “Usually, people argue over getting me.”

“Definitely yours.” I nod to Trav as Kolton covers my eyes, making me laugh.

“Chase, here.” I hear a wet splash, and when I peek through Kolton’s fingers, Chase’s underwear is at his feet. “Cover that monster.”

“Why, are you jealous?” Chase jokes. “It’s okay. I’ve seen yours, brother, and it’s very nice.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Trav groans. “Old man, this isn’t a nudist colony.”

“It should be,” Chase retorts. “Let’s start one, Beck.”

“I’m out,” I call, swimming to the ladders and climbing from the pool. Grabbing a towel, I dry off as quickly as I can, but when I glance up, I have three sets of eyes watching the glide of the towel with Chase’s dick practically pointing at me.

Swallowing, I grab my dress and throw it on along with my sandals. “I’m going for food.”

“Wait, I’ll come with you,” Trav and Kolton call.

“Don’t just leave me here,” Chase grumbles.

“Then put on clothes, you nudist,” I shout as I head out.

Our cabana on the private beach is covered with food and drink as we work our way through it. All our sunglasses are firmly in place. They were right, though, because no one bothers us, which surprises me. Apparently, Ila left earlier, having to get back to the airport to fly to New York for a show. There’s a new atmosphere between us all—electric.

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