Page 122 of Gin and Lava

Connor cues up to serve. “Well, the second it’s out of your pants at least the ex will know you’re giving Naomi O’s he’ll never live up to.”

“The second I pull my dick out of my pants, your chocolate-hocking dragon is going to realize she nabbed the wrong man from the Gin n’ Lava,” I toss back with a grin.

Connor serves without hesitation, completely unruffled by my suggestion that his girlfriend might get penis envy. “Arie hates you.”

“Yes,” I agree. “But she might respect me once she sees—”

“You show my girl your dick and I’ll castrate you.”

“It wasn’t part of my plan,” I reply, jumping forward to hit the ball and set Ned up in the front of the net. “You’re the one who suggested a penis show.”

“I meant for the guy who can’t stop looking at your fiancée in that tiny, white bikini,” Connor replies. I glance at Naomi who looks insanely hot in little more than three tiny white triangles and a lot of distracting strings. I can hardly blame Trifecta for gawking.

“Haas!” Ned yells, and when I look up the ball smashes into my face!

Bam!My face explodes with pain, and I hit the sand.

Damn! Was that a fifty-mile-an-hour spike? Who let one of the Avengers play on the other team? My nose throbs, and I hear laughter and cheering from the other side of the net. I know it was Trifecta who just spiked the ball into my face in an attempt to break my nose, which fuck, he might have!

It’d be like Trifecta to smash my face and not bother to fix it. I can just imagine him pretending to help but poking his fingers in every soft spot till I’m bitching him out.

A second later, there are hands on my face. My brain is spinning from the impact, but I swear blonde hair and white triangles are hunched over me.

“Mason? Are you okay?”

Mmmmm, if I’m going to die from Trifecta’s serve at least I get to go out of this world with Naomi practically naked and fawning over me.

“Is it broken?” I ask.

“No, there isn’t any blood,” Naomi answers, then I hear her turn her voice away. “Why are you such an asshole, Sam?”

“We’re playing a game,” Trifecta defends. “It’s not my fault he wasn’t looking.”

“You didn’t have to aim at him!”

“Spiking is part of the game.”

“I’m fine,” I say, even though my head is spinning. I slide my hand around Naomi’s waist, and damn, if she isn’t the most gorgeous thing imaginable.

“Are you sure?” All of Naomi’s attention swings back to me.

“I mean, if you really want to piss him off, you can straddle me in that tiny bikini and play nurse,” I suggest.

“We should get you some ice.”

“First coffee on my dick, now a ball to the face. This is becoming a hazardous vacation.”

“I’m sorry,” Naomi apologizes, wrapping her arms around me and helping me to stand up. “Sam! You’re on my shit list! Not cool.”

Minutes later, we’re inside the beach house and Naomi’s digging through the freezer for some ice. “Dang it,” she curses. “We’re out. I need to get more from the icemaker in the shed.”

“I’m fine. Really,” I insist, even though my head is throbbing.

“Not on my watch, Haas,” Naomi insists, pointing a finger at me with a hip swagger that makes me want to tear that tiny bikini off.

“You really need to wear more clothes if you haven’t finished any of those Pinterest boards,” I complain, raking my eyes up and down her form indecently.

“Oh, actually—!” Naomi’s eyes light up, and she runs in that naughty little bikini to the sun porch, making me imagine just how sexy she would be if she was wearing nothing but her jewelry. My cock twitches at the idea of all that skin covered in only strings of gold and gems. Maybe I can add a naughty bent to some of the photos in the shoot I’m setting up. Just a hint of heat, nothing too risqué, but still sexy.

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