Page 36 of When We Were Reckless
Jesse
“Shit, man. I almost had you,”Mason said when we climbed onto the pontoon.
Declan snorted. “You weren’t even close.” He held up his hand, and I tossed him the lanyard with the key attached.
“Who else wants to ride?” Mason asked.
Quinn jumped up and lunged for the lanyard, but Mason yanked it back, earning a scowl from her. I tried my damnedest not to notice her tight little body in a red Speedo. It wasn’t designed to be sexy but fuck me, that suit was a hell of a lot sexier than the bikini Tasha wore. The Speedo was cut high on the legs and fit her like a second skin, molded to every curve. But it left plenty of room for the imagination.
“Sure you can handle it?” Mason asked.
She planted her hands on her hips. “Dad taught me how to ride. I can handle a Jet Ski.”
Mason shrugged, still not giving up the key. “Just trying to look out for you.”
“I appreciate it, but I can look out for myself.” She snatched the key out of his hand and looped it around her wrist.
“Hey Declan, how about a race?” she asked after she put on her life vest.
“I’m not racing you.”
“Scared you’ll lose?”
He snort-laughed. “Hardly.”
“Then you have nothing to worry about.”
“Okay, you’re on.”
“Hell no,” I interjected, beating Mason to the punch. I grabbed her arm before she climbed onto the Jet Ski. Her eyes narrowed on me. “You’re not racing.”
She glared at me and yanked her arm out of my grip.
“Quinn,” I said as she punched the start button. She looked up at me, annoyed.
“What?” she gritted out.
“Be careful.”
She snorted. “Yeah, okay. I’ll be just as careful as you always are.”
Just then, Tasha sauntered over to me and put her hand on my chest. She was one of those touchy-feely girls. Pretty, I guess. Blonde-haired and blue-eyed. But not my type. Her tan was as fake as her boobs. I’d never been a hit it and quit it guy, but I’d thought maybe it was what I needed. Just fuck a random girl and get Quinn out of my system. If Tasha’s body language was any indication, she’d be up for it.
“Hey, Jesse. I brought you a beer.” She put the cold beer in my hand, a beer I didn’t want, and smiled at me.
Quinn’s eyes narrowed on us just before she pushed the throttle and veered away, chasing after Declan, who had gotten a head start.
“Is she okay on a Jet Ski?” I asked Mason, keeping my eyes on Quinn. He’d taken over the wheel and was following behind the two Jet Skis.
“Guess we’ll see. She’s been acting weird today. Like she has something to prove.”
Tasha handed me a bottle of sunscreen and fluttered her lashes at me. I guess it was meant to be sexy, but it just wasn’t doing it for me. “Do you mind doing my back?”
Oldest trick in the book and the second time she’d used it today. Mason chuckled under his breath as Tasha pulled her hair over one shoulder and turned her back to me. While I rubbed the sunscreen into Tasha’s back, she let out a little moan, but I barely noticed. My eyes were on Quinn up ahead.
“Fucking Declan,” Mason said.
He was playing a game of chicken with two other Jet Skis headed toward them. My gaze swung to Quinn. She veered around them, narrowly missing one of them. Shit. She’d turned too abruptly.
