Page 16 of One Timer With A Wingman

“Mind if we snag the chairs beside you?” he asks.

“Feel free,” I tell them.

“Was that your first time windsurfing?” Levi asks.

“Yes,” I reply.

“Damn, you were good,” Nolan adds.

A waitress comes by and we order drinks. The guys get alcohol, and I order a Sprite.

“Come on, we’re on vacation. You need to let loose,” Levi encourages.

I frown. “Do you ever let loose, Briar? All I hear when you’re at work is how you go from class to gymnastics practice to Black Jack’s. You need to have fun while you’re young.”

“If you think about that theory, it doesn’t make sense. If you’re having so much fun when you’re young, how do you prepare yourself for adulthood? You know, a degree, making money?” I ask.

“There needs to be balance. I get good grades in school,” Nolan states.

“I also do,” Levi says. “But I don’t want to look back on my college days and not remember the good times.”

“Okay, guys, I get what you’re saying. So, what do you suggest?” I ask.

The guys look at each other and nod. I am friends with both of them and we hang out at work, so I feel comfortable with them.

When the waitress brings their drinks, Nolan asks, “Can I get a sex on the beach for my lovely friend here and three shots of tequila?”

“Sorry, the tequila shots aren’t part of the all-inclusive,” the waitress explains.

“I’ll cover it,” Nolan assures.

Levi whistles. “Let the party begin.”

“Should I be reading in to your choice of drink for me?” I ask Nolan.

He pinches his index finger and thumb together. “Just a little bit.”

Just great. Everyone is concerned by my lack of orgasms now.

By the time everyone gets back from parasailing, the guys and I have joined some of the other hotel guests who have made a makeshift dance floor by the pool. I’m only about three shots in plus the sex on the beach, but I am feeling good.

“What did we miss out on?” Taylor asks, watching us.

“We can join them,” Hawk says, looping a hand around her waist and whispering against her ear. Taylor begins to dance with Hawk.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know I should feel self-conscious dancing in my bikini, but I’m not.

“Damn, Briar, look at you,” Aaron says. He starts dancing but doesn’t touch me. My skin prickles from his closeness. He moves in and whispers, “Is it because of me that you’re giving up control?”

His comment rubs me the wrong way. Yes, him calling me a control freak didn’t sit right with me. I want to let loose but I feel like I’ve trained myself not to. I won’t give him the satisfaction though.

I lean into him as I continue to dance. He moves his hips in rhythm with mine. We still aren’t touching, when I lean forward he licks his lips, and I whisper, “In your dreams.”

That causes his face to fall. I move away from him and begin to dance with Nolan. There is no chemistry between us. At least not on my end, so it feels good to just let loose with someone I trust. We dance quite a bit. I may be bumping and grinding a little with Nolan but it’s all in good fun. When Aaron walks away from the group and heads to the bar, I worry I may have offended him but that would require him to have a heart. To actually care.

We dance for a while more and then we head up to our rooms to shower before meeting for dinner.

I realize when I take off my bikini that I forgot to put on sunscreen and my skin is burned. Taylor loans me some aloe vera, which provides me with some relief. After my shower, I slip on a wine-colored sundress. It’s a halter-top dress and it leaves my shoulders exposed. I brush out my hair and leave it to air dry.

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