Page 9 of Stranded with a SEAL

“Yo, Viper!” Jacob called out a moment later. “Incoming!”

A football spiraled through the air, and he jumped up to grab it, feeling the gazes of the women on him.

Tanned and muscular, he knew he was in great shape. And their appreciative glances sure did a hell of a lot for his male ego.

He landed with a splash as the tide receded, his feet sinking into the wet sand, and then he was spiraling the ball back through the air to Jacob.

“Wow! Great catch!” the quiet brunette to his right said, smiling shyly at him.

He flashed her a grin and then quickly ran to catch another pass, leaping again in the air.

The quiet one had been looking at him for the past twenty minutes while her more outgoing friends flirted outrageously with Jacob. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but she just wasn’t his type.

Too quiet. Too serious.

Too much the opposite of Bailey.

“Will you help me put on my sunscreen?” one of the women asked Jacob. “I don’t want to burn.”

“Sure thing, gorgeous,” he said, grabbing the bottle from her.

Noah’s phone buzzed in the pocket of his swim trunks, and he grabbed it to see Mason’s name flash across the screen. He swiped it and turned away from their group, his gaze landing on another group of women sunbathing.

“Yo, Viper. What are you up to?” Mason asked. “I just dropped Taylor off near the boardwalk. I’m cruising around Atlantic Avenue.”

“She working today?” he asked, watching as the group of women he was with squealed as Jacob pretended to trip and fall in the water, laughing as they looked down at him. He smirked, knowing Jacob was loving all the female attention.

“Nope, not until tonight.” Mason said. “She’s meeting Bailey for brunch.”

Noah’s ears perked up.

Hell if he didn’t love flirting with her, watching those gorgeous green eyes spark with amusement, her long blonde hair framing her face.

“Where are they?” he asked. “We should go crash their meal.”

“Uh-huh,” Mason chuckled. “I think it’s girl bonding time or something like that. Taylor says I have my whole SEAL team, so she needs her girl time. They’re probably enjoying mimosas and egg-white omelets right now.”

“Then come hang out on the beach with us, Riptide,” he said, calling his buddy by his nickname. “Jacob’s here, too, singlehandedly flirting with all the college girls around.”

“Singlehandedly. Right,” Mason said with a laugh. “Like you’re never chasing after a woman.”

“Guilty as charged,” Noah quipped. “But an entire beach full of beautiful women? Can’t complain about that.”

“Hang on,” Mason said. “Taylor’s calling me right now.” Noah smirked as his buddy switched lines for a moment. Taylor had him by the balls and probably didn’t even know it.

Mason would move heaven and Earth for her. And when she’d gone missing last month thanks to her ex-boyfriend and his asshole friend? Mason had rushed back from halfway around the globe to get to her.

A second later, Mason was back on the line. “Taylor and Bailey want us to come meet them for brunch.”

“What happened to girl time?” he asked, already moving out of the water.

“Remember the trip you wanted to come on with us?”

Noah chuckled. “Hell yeah, but I wouldn’t crash on your alone time. Fishing sounds awesome, but being the third wheel to you and Taylor? No thanks, man.”

“Bailey said she’d come, too.”

Interest flared within him. A long weekend with Bailey? Flirting with her on the boat and watching her prance around in a tiny little bikini? Maybe even getting her into his bed?

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