Page 60 of Bad For A Weekend

“Are there fish in there?” Her button nose scrunches. I had a feeling she might be a little too spoiled to enjoy this, but that’s fine. There are loungers around the dock so she can sun herself while we swim.

“Yes, and the water is crystal clear. You can see all of them. Unless you swim into the cave. It’s dark in there, but since there are holes in the top, light shoots down and reflects through the water. It’s beautiful.”

“I think I’ll hold off and hang out up here.”

“Okay, but you’re missing out.” I run toward the edge of the cave and pencil dive in. When I resurface, I look up and see four faces peering down at me. “Come on! The water is warm.”

“Don’t have to ask me twice.” Ziggy does a backflip and straightens his body out before hitting the water, landing a few feet away.

“Come on, Brandy!” I call out as Ziggy pops up next to me.

“Maybe later.”

“Owen? Come on, you gotta see this,” Ziggy yells.

I wasn’t sure if Owen would participate or sit in the corner and be sullen. I thought, if anything, he’d want to get in just in case something happened to me. But after our awkward morning, who knows what he’ll do.

“I’ll come down for a bit. Just to make sure everything looks safe,” he says as if he’s some kind of cenote expert.

I show Ziggy where all the rock platforms are if he needs to take a break from swimming and where the best spots are to dive under the caves. By the time we’re ready to explore, I catch Owen climbing down the ladder. My mouth goes dry at the sight of him shirtless and in a pair of black swim trunks that hug his ass.

“Grade A, Bay. Top shelf,” Ziggy whispers.

“Right?”

Owen’s back and shoulder muscles flex and extend as he lowers himself to the final platform. Then he turns around, in all his tattooed glory, and I swear, my pussy weeps knowing I’ll never have that again. Or maybe I’m just wet from arousal.

“You think he’s into dudes?”

I hold back my initial response, which is to blurt out a big, fat negative, and instead say, “I don’t know.”

“You guys want these?” Owen asks, holding up his arm that has our snorkeling gear strung on it.

“Sure.” Ziggy swims over and takes the masks and snorkels, delivering the hot pink ones to me.

No one looks good in a diving mask. Absolutely no one, but I don’t let that stop me from putting it on and swimming away toward the cave. Beautiful yellow and blue fish no bigger than guppies swim below me, as well as larger catfish who are only mildly interested in me.

While I explore, I can’t help but wonder what Owen is doing. I want to stop swimming and look, but I have too much pride. I allowed him to see how much his rejection stung earlier, which was humiliating enough. I can’t let it happen again. So instead, I meet up with Ziggy and swim side by side.

After a half hour, my legs grow fatigued, and I find a rock to perch myself on and rest. To my surprise, Owen is about ten feet away. He must’ve been following us the whole time.

“Remind me to send your dad a fruit basket or something because this is amazing.” Ziggy lifts himself up onto the rock. “Did you see that eel?”

“I don’t mind the fish, but the eels give me the willies.” I shudder dramatically.

Owen swims over and grips the edge of the rock.

“You want to use my snorkel for a while?” Ziggy offers his black kit. “It must be boring swimming around without being able to see what’s below.”

“I’m good. I had a pretty good view from up here,” he says with his eyes on me.

What does that mean? I think about what he could possibly be interested in above water when I realize my ass doesn’t go below the surface when I snorkel. Was he staring at my butt the whole time?

“Oh yeah? What was your favorite part?” I ask, goading him.

“The rocks.” His gaze heats, and there’s no question in my mind that my assumption was correct.

I change the subject before I do something stupid, like get on all fours and give him a better view. “Have you spoken to Ian lately?”

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