It was lined with trees on one side and the ocean on the other. The view was so beautiful. The moon was high in the sky, and it reflected off the water in a million diamonds of light. The water looked so peaceful and calm, a complete contrast to the world that hid beneath.
I glanced at Beck’s face as he stared out the window. It reminded me so much of him. He was so vast and an endless depth of secrets. It didn’t matter what I thought I knew about him; there would always be more that I didn’t know. There would always be so much more that he was hiding.
We rounded a large curve, and the golf course came into view. I had never driven this way to the club, and I wouldn’t have taken it if I knew this was where he was leading us.
“The club?” I asked, and he turned from the ocean to look at it.
“Yeah. Just a quick stop.”
I pulled into the parking lot, and it was weird how quiet and empty it seemed. This place was always brimming with employees and members, and it almost seemed eerie without a soul here.
Beck opened his door and climbed out. I followed quickly behind him, mostly because I didn’t want to be left in the car on my own.
“We can’t be here right now,” I whisper-shouted at him. I had no idea why I was whispering, but I felt like we were going to get in trouble.
He reached his hand into his pocket, and for the first time in what felt like forever, a genuine smile lit up his face as he pulled out the keys. “I have the keys, princess.”
He shoved them into the door, and I looked behind us. It didn’t matter that his dad owned this place. I still felt like we were doing something wrong. Like we were doing something that could easily get me fired.
We pushed through the door, and Beck quickly punched numbers into the security system that chirped at us. His fingers were clumsy, but it quit the moment he hit Enter.
He gripped my fingers in his and moved through the dark hallway with ease.
“Where are we going?” I followed after him as we passed the dining room and moved into the main hallway. He didn’t answer me. He just kept walking with my hand in his and determination on his face.
We pushed through a door that led to the pool, and I dug in my heels.
“Beck.”
“What?” He dropped my hand and tugged at the base of his t-shirt. I watched him as he lifted it over his head, struggling as he got to his shoulders, and I couldn’t stop staring at his toned stomach or the way his muscles disappeared into his jeans.
“We are not doing this.”
“Doing what?” He threw his shirt to the side and gripped my fingers in his again. He tugged me toward him as he walked a few steps backward.
“I told your friends that I would take your drunk ass home. Not that I’d let you go drown in a pool.”
“You won’t let me drown.” His fingers were toying with mine, and I could barely concentrate on what he was saying. I couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the feel of those damn fingers.
“I am not getting in that pool, Beck.”
He dropped my hand as we got to the edge and kicked off one of his shoes. He laughed as he almost tripped, and I cursed as I reached out for him.
“See, Josie.” He didn’t stop me from holding on to his arms. “You’re my little savior.”
“I am not your savior.” I shook my head. He was even drunker than I thought. “I just don’t want your death on my hands.”
His other shoe went flying and his hands dropped to his belt. I watched every second of him slipping the leather out of its buckle. His abs bunched and moved with every move of his arms, and even though I told myself I should look away, I couldn’t.
He popped the button of his jeans and slowly lowered his zipper. Black boxers still covered him, but I still felt suddenly hot. I felt like I was suddenly crossing a line with him even though I wasn’t doing anything wrong.
He tugged his jeans off his hips, and I dropped my hands from his arms.
“Are you coming?” He looked from me to the water. It looked perfectly inviting, the water was crystal clear and lit up from lights beneath it. I could hear the ocean crashing against the sand in the background, but I couldn’t see it. All I could see was him.
“Beck, this isn’t a good idea.” He wasn’t listening to me. He dived headfirst into the water. “Shit.” I kicked off my shoes in case I had to save his stupid ass, but he glided through the water before quickly coming to the top.
He pushed his dark, wet hair out of his face and grinned at me.
“You worried about me?” He cocked his head to the side and looked at my bare feet.
“Just because I don’t like you doesn’t mean I want you to drown.”
“You like me.” He was so sure of himself. He swam toward the edge of the pool and rested his arms on the concrete. “Come in.”
“I’m not getting in that water, Beck. Get out.”
“I’m not getting out until you get in.”
I shook my head and crossed my arms.
“Just put your feet in.”
I looked at him and I knew that he wouldn’t give up until I did. If Beck was nothing else, he was stubborn.
I tried to roll up the edge of my jeans, but they were too tight against my legs.
“Just take them off.” Beck smiled.
“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” I tugged them back down toward my ankles.
“I won’t even look.” He covered his eyes with his hands. “And I promise not to touch you.”
He was so full of shit. I knew that with absolute confidence, but it didn’t stop
