“Yep.” There was chips, chips, and more chips in there. Plus Twizzlers and orange juice and grape soda for me in addition to Easton’s. Jayden had picked bottled ice tea, which struck me as seriously gross. You could see things floating in there.
I had showered at Riley’s house, then we had swung by my apartment and packed one of my two suitcases. It wasn’t awesome that I was paying rent on a place I was almost never going to be in, but whatever. The high cost of a relationship. But now I was in my yellow bikini, hoodie and shorts on it, fortunately wearing my own sunglasses, making our pit stop before the pool. I tossed two trashy magazines and a fashion one in the basket.
“Are you done?” he asked me, eyebrows raised.
“Can I get gum?” Jayden asked.
“No,” Riley told him. “You already have a drink and chips. Money doesn’t grow on trees, U.”
“It should,” was Jayden’s opinion on that.
I laughed. “Totally.”
When we got to the pool, I blinked. “Holy crap, there’s a ton of people here.”
Okay, I can admit that I had never been to a public pool before. Why would I? My parents had a pool and so did the country club my dad golfed at. But this was more seminaked bodies together in one place than at the last night we’d gone clubbing.
“It is Memorial Day weekend,” Riley said. “I’m not surprised it’s crowded.”
“Chair.” Tyler pointed to a free chaise and Easton darted off to claim it, his scrawny limbs allowing him to dodge and weave around other people. He dove onto it with a move worthy of professional wrestling.
“Impressive,” I said.
What was even more impressive was that all four of the Mann brothers agreed I should have the chair. I was touched to the bottom of my cynical heart. “Really?”
“Sleep off that hangover,” Tyler told me.
“Thanks, guys.” I spread out my towel and sat down, then set down the plastic bag with our haul. “Who wants their stuff?”
“I’m going in first,” Riley said. “I’m boiling.” He peeled off his shirt and I eyeballed those muscles and his tattoos.
Yummy. Biting a Twizzler, I said, “Put on sunscreen.”
“Jessica, I am on the roof of a house everyday without a shirt on.” He flipped his waistband down to show me the difference in his skin tone. Yep, he was whiter down there. “I don’t think sunscreen is going to matter at this point.”
“It’s never too late to prevent skin cancer.”
“Put it on Jayden instead. He’s practically transparent.”
He was. His skin tone was at least two shades lighter than Tyler’s and Riley’s. “Sit down here, Jayden, and I’ll put it on your shoulders.”
He squawked in protest when I sprayed him. “It’s cold!”
“Wimp,” Tyler said.
“Shut up.”
I rubbed it into his skin and Jayden made sounds of enjoyment.
Riley grinned. “You should see his face right now, Jess. I think he’s working up a chub.”
“Don’t be disgusting,” I told him primly. “You’re going to embarrass Jayden.”
“No, it’s actually true,” Jayden said, glancing at me over his shoulder.
His brothers almost died laughing.
Nice.
I wiped my hands on my towel. Easton was digging through the bag and I saw he was eyeing my fashion magazine, which had a topless model on the cover, artfully covering her breasts. I remembered what Riley had said about
“Find your stuff?” I asked him, peeling off my hoodie so I could spray sunscreen on my chest and arms.
He just nodded without looking at me and dropped the bag.
“Ready?” Riley asked him, rubbing the top of his head so that Easton rocked back and forth.
He nodded again.
I sprayed the tops of my breasts and started rubbing them. Riley made a sound in the back of his throat. “Need any help?”
“No, thank you.” I wasn’t going to subject myself to that kind of contact in public. I was so hot for him I’d probably be foaming at the mouth by the time he was done. “Easton’s waiting.”
Tyler was kicking his shoes off and I asked him, “Hey, have you heard from Robin at all? I’m getting worried. She never answered my text.”
He paused pulling his shirt off. “Robin’s fine. I saw her leave with Nathan.”
There was an odd look on his face. “What?”
His expression was guarded. “Nothing. What, what?”
“I don’t know. You look weird.”
“Nope.” He dropped his shirt and headed straight to the water.
Huh. That was not normal.
“Put my wallet behind your ass,” Riley said.
“What?” I said, distracted from Tyler’s weirdness by my boyfriend’s weirdness. “Did you just tell me to stick your wallet behind my ass?”
“Yes. So no one steals it. My phone, too.”
Suddenly I had Riley’s cell phone crammed behind my butt. Followed by his leather wallet. Yeah, this was comfortable.
But I figured he would know the risks involved with leaving valuables around at the pool more than me, so I tucked my own phone in my bikini top. Not comfortable either. Though the sun was warm and as I lay back I dozed in and out of sleep, the alcohol effect still lingering.
Until ice cold water droplets fell on my bare stomach. I jumped, my eyes flying open. All four Mann boys were standing around me, dripping wet.
“Does anyone notice they’re dripping on me?” I asked.
Apparently the answer was no, and they didn’t care, because no one said anything.
Riley ran his hand through his hair and nudged me with his knee. “Scoot over.”
“Scoot over to where? The ground? This is a chair for one.”
“You can lean against me.”
“Can I at least spring your wallet from my butt then?”
“Yeah, put it under the chair.” Riley put his leg behind me to straddle the chair as I leaned forward. He sat down.
Water dripped down my back. And I swear his junk smacked me in the back of the head. When I leaned back onto his chest, his arms coming around me, cold and wet, I winced as goose bumps rose on my body, but I didn’t really mind. It felt fantastic to be this comfortable with him, to have a place to spend a Sunday.
“Ah, this is a perfect day,” he said, echoing my thoughts, kissing the back of my head. “Now if only a burger would appear in my hand.”
“All we have are chips.” I leaned to the left and snagged a bag. Yanking it open, I held a chip up over my shoulder. Riley pulled it into his mouth hands free, his tongue flicking over my fingers. A shiver went through me that had nothing to do with pool water.
I popped a chip in my own mouth. His hands were resting on my hips. Easton had perched himself on the bottom of the chair and he was inspecting a scab on his knee. Tyler and Jayden were laying on a couple of towels on the ground next to us, Tyler with a shirt over his face.
“So Jessica Sour, huh?” Riley asked, his voice amused by my ear.
Oh, shit. I had actually said that out loud? “What are you talking about?” I went for innocence.
“You don’t remember calling yourself that?”
“Nope.”
“Bullshit.” His arms were locked together under my breasts and he squeezed me. “I don’t think you give
