Page 35 of One of Them Girls

“Can’t complain.”

“Jesus, the sexual tension between them is so thick you could cut it with a knife,” Rebecca mumbles shoving food into her mouth, making Jack choke on his food.

Cassi blushes again. Clearing my throat, I straighten, taking the attention off of her.

“So, what’s the plan for today?” I ask everyone.

Cassi shoots me a grateful look.

“I plan on sitting my ass in a chair in my little bikini and not moving until the sun goes down,” Rebecca says.

“Beach day all day, then tonight bonfire.”

“On the beach?” Rebecca asks.

“On the beach,” Jack agrees. “I can make a few calls and see if any of the people I usually hang out with are around or it could just be the four of us. What do you think?”

“Sounds like a plan, big man,” Rebecca says.

“Sounds good to me,” Cassi and I say in unison.

“Let’s get changed and get out there,” Jack says, slapping the counter.

Slowly, I follow the girls up the stairs and watch them break off into their room. I head into the en suite attached to my room and turn on the shower.

God, I thought Cassi was gorgeous before, but seeing her first thing in the morning? She takes my breath away. Stepping into the shower, I hiss as the water pounds onto my back.

What is she doing in her room? Is she taking a shower? Is she thinking of me?

Groaning, I fist my cock, stroking myself. Up and down. Up and down. I picture Cassi in the shower. Head tilted back, hands in her hair, nipples hard as water cascades down her body. I bite my lip as I stroke myself harder, faster. She steps closer, her breasts brushing against my chest as she drops to her knees. I swear I can feel her hands on me. Right as she takes me into her mouth, I explode, shooting my release all over my hand as the water rains down on me. Breathing hard, I lean against the wall.

Let’s hope if she ever puts her mouth on me, I don’t blow that fast.

“Come on, let’s go!” Jack bangs on the bathroom door.

I hang my head. “Give me a minute!” I yell back as I reach for the body wash. Rushing through the shower, I get out and come to a stop when I see Jack lounging on my bed.

“What are you doing?”

“Take you long enough?” he grouches.

Ignoring him, I walk over to my bag and grab my trunks. I slip them on under my towel. Turning toward Jack, I run the towel back through my hair.

“Are they ready?”

“Yeah, I heard them head downstairs.”

Tossing the towel onto the bathroom counter. “Then let’s go.”

Jack jumps off the bed and pushes me out of his way. “Ha! Beat you!”

“What are we six?”

“You ready?” Cassi says as we round the corner into the kitchen, stopping me dead in my tracks as she turns around.

She’s wearing a black bikini. The top looks like a spaghetti strap tank top that ends right below her breasts, dipping down, showing her cleavage. The bottoms are high-waisted boy shorts that go up to her belly button, covering all the fun parts.

Cassi bends down, picking up a piece of cinnamon roll that fell onto the floor.