Page 5 of OneTime Lovers
He stands, one hand in his pocket, the other repeatedly tossing up a set of keys as he slowly scans the group gathered together. My guess is he’s another military man, given his intense gaze, which defies his relaxed stance. He turns in my direction, then catches the keys one last time and straightens fully. Wow, this must be Scotty.
He’s tall, not quite as tall as Blake, so I’m guessing around six-foot-three or four, my ideal man height. His muscular chest and matching broad shoulders are showcased perfectly in his fitted dark T-shirt.
Slowly, he removes his aviators to reveal smiling blue eyes. Today I’d call them Bahamian blue, as they match the cloudless blue of the sky above us. Sexy eyes which are currently running freely over my body. Fair enough, as I’ve given him a quick once over too.
He strides directly toward me, his hand outstretched in front of him and in a sexy deep voice, says, “Hi, I’m Scott, and you must be Jasmine.”
I ignore his extended hand and instead lean in to kiss his cheek. “Nice to meet you, Scott,” I murmur, pulling back to see the corners of his mouth twitch in amusement.
Maybe my bold move has backfired. I wanted to surprise him, and I certainly did that, but I didn’t expect the fluttery reaction to the brief touch of my lips to the light stubble covering his jawline. There are shivers racing up my spine! Being near this man feels a little bit risky and a lot dangerous.
Scott turns to Lily, seemingly unaffected in the same way, and introduces himself to her as she takes his extended hand. While he’s distracted, I have the perfect chance to check out his rear view and what a view. Broad shoulders and back, tapering to trim hips and a toned, tight butt, which fills out those cargo shorts perfectly. I lean slightly in his direction wanting to catch another breath of his spicy cologne. He smells delicious.
Reluctantly, I must admit, he is ticking all my hot man boxes, even if he is still a crazy pilot.
Introductions over, Scott looks directly at me and says, “The pool looks good. I think I might cool off. Anyone want to join me?” Strolling over to the nearest lounger he slips off his deck shoes and strips off his T-shirt.
Oh my god! What I would give to run my hands freely over his hot athletic physique. His chest and arms are tanned, sculpted, and best of all inked. Not too many tattoos but enough for that touch of bad boy I find so sexy. Trying not to drool embarrassingly, I glance over at Lily who is standing a little behind Scott, and nearly laugh out loud at the way her eyes are popping wide. She smiles back at me, fanning her face with her hand.
But Scott is not done with the striptease show as he unbuttons his shorts and drops them to reveal black Australian Speedos. Wow, Magic Mike has got nothing on this guy’s body and moves. Normally, I’m not a fan of this style of swim trunks on men, but with the body Scott has, I am loving it. In the blink of an eye, he moves to the pool edge and performs a perfect dive into the sparkling blue water.
Dragging my gaze away from Scott, I glance over at Blake. He has removed his T-shirt too. I haven’t seen this much bare-chested eye candy since last season’s finale ofLove Island. This luxury island is fast becoming more like paradise. Hot men stripping down. Yes please!
I’m in need of some cooling down too, after that display of delicious male bodies, so I walk to the pool edge and dive into the water.
Chapter 3
Scott
Withatwo-handedswipeat the water dripping from my face, I’m just in time to see Jasmine launch into a graceful, technically perfect dive.
She isstunning.The only word I can think of to describe the fiery auburn-haired beauty, my eyes keep pinging back to.
From the brief descriptions Luke had given me of his fiancée Cassie’s best friends, I knew immediately Jasmine was the statuesque glamourzon and Lily, the cute little brunette standing beside her. Luke had also warned me on the flight over that both girls were single, and I was not to fuck with them.
Dutifully warned, I had planned on keeping my distance. However, all those pious thoughts have disappeared after meeting Jasmine. Luke had certainly failed to mention how breathtakingly beautiful she was, whether deliberately or not. I guess I can excuse him though as he only has eyes for Cassie, ever since they got back together.
Like a moth to a flame, I’m instantly drawn to Jasmine in her tiny green bikini. But when I introduced myself, and she pulled me in for a soft kiss on my cheek—fuck that was hot!
I wanted to pull her into my arms, touch her tempting curves, breathe in her sun-warmed skin, and suck on her provocative, teasing lips. Certainly, I wanted more than one chaste kiss on my cheek. But my mother raised me a gentleman, so I’d pulled back and schooled my features to hide my desire. Turning instead to introduce myself to Lily.
Luckily, there was no visceral reaction to the touch of Lily’s hand. It’s obvious my heated blood spikes only for Jasmine. I get the feeling she’s not immune to me either. I know those beautiful green eyes were definitely checking me out as I dragged my T-shirt off over my head and dropped my cargo shorts down to my Speedos.
Growing up in Australia within spitting distance of some of the best beaches in the world, I’ve never been embarrassed to strip down to my Speedos. I love swimming, so wearing Speedos under my shorts is normal. Just because I live in Florida now, it doesn’t mean I have to forgo some of my Aussie traditions.
Swimming a few strokes through the cooling water, I turn and lean back against the pool edge. And I’m just in time to hear Blake poking fun at my choice of swimwear, again. “Seriously, Scotty, are you still wearing those ridiculous Aussie swim trunks. When are you going to embrace the culture of your adopted country and wear boardshorts?”
A smile stretches my mouth as I’ve heard him say this many times before. I’ve copped some stick over the years from my American mates about my choice of swim trunks, but who cares––I grew up with Speedos and will continue to wear them.
“Blake, if you worked a bit harder in the gym, you could wear Speedos too.” The easiest way to piss Blake off is to bring up his fitness level. Stuck in an office most days means he doesn’t get the time to work out like he did back in the military. There is an ongoing competition between us which usually involves a physical challenge and a bet.
Blake’s only response is a bomb dive into the water, and being a big dude, the splash covers my head.
I wait till he resurfaces before complaining, “Gee thanks, mate … or was that Moby Dick?”
Jasmine at the other end of the pool, managed to avoid the Blake-induced tsunami and is laughing at his childish behavior.
I swim to her end of the pool, stopping in the water beside Jasmine.
