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Nicki
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TWICE HE MENTIONED the use of a safe word. I think as I place my sunglasses over my eyes. The elevator doors open, and blue and white cushioned loungers welcome us as we exit out to the pool area. I focus on finding the nearest bar. It’s warm but not humid like the air at home. I searched, thinking I hadn’t had anything to drink since the flight. Ah, there it is, to the left. Without missing a step, I make my way over and order.
“Let me get two shots of Tequila and two beers, and let’s get this party started!” I drum my hands on the bar. My white coverall falls loosely off the shoulder against my skin, and I can’t believe Diesel insisted I wear it. That is too funny! I look over my shoulder and watch as he finds a lounger, removes his t-shirt, and sits back.
The bartender places our drinks on a small tray and offers to carry them over for me, “I appreciate it, thanks.” I walk toward Diesel and sit in the lounge next to him, with only a small table separating us.
“Look at you, already have them following you around, like puppy dogs,” Diesel says, reaching for a shot once the server places them on the table, downing one after another.
“Hey, one of those was for me!” I yelp a little louder than I should have. He laughs and signals to the bartender for two more as he gets up from the chair, walks over to the side of the pool, and dives in.
When he finally makes his way up from the water, my mouth goes dry. He is sexy as fuck, with his shaggy hair, facial scruff, and just enough muscle to make a girl squirm. Not too much, not too little. Just right.
My drinks arrive, and I chug them trying to fan the fire burning deep in my core. Diesel walks with a purpose, flexing every muscle in my direction. When he stops between our loungers, he shakes his hair like a dog, and the cool water sprinkles onto my dry skin.
“This is freaking heaven,” I lie back, closing my eyes and letting my body soak in the rays. “Yeah, I could get used to this,” Diesel agrees, taking a seat across from me.
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Diesel
I wonder if she meant what she said, that she doesn’t plan on fucking anyone while here, except me, that is. With the towel, I dry my face and wipe the back of my neck. If this is true, maybe it’s time I make my move and change this whole friend with benefits to a monogamous relationship.
With my sunglasses covering my eyes, it gives me free rein to follow all the dips and curves of Nicki’s luscious body while I casually sip my beer. She’s fucking amazing. Her long jet-black hair, long nails, and all her spunk. What a turn-on. Most don’t know it, but she’s got it all. Brains, looks, and heart.
She comes from a good home, and although each one of those Johnson girls can handle their own, they never have to because they always have each other’s backs.
Shit, I feel bad for David and Julie, their parents. Especially with Nicki, she is the wildest of them all.
“You can stop staring at my tits now,” she says, and I roll my eyes.
“Hey, if they are out on display, I’m allowed to look.” She huffs.
“Drinks! We need lots of drinks over here!” she calls out with her arm raised. Few staff members walking around with the fruit kabobs. A little while later, I stand up, having enough sun for the time being. “Let’s go,” Nicki sits up from the lounge, “yes, sir!” She throws on her coverall, stands, and wiggles her ass as she walks past me.
“I like that,” I commented while walking up behind her, draping my arm over her shoulder. She glances in my direction, “do you, sir?” What a smart ass. I wonder if she’s into it? I’ve dabbled in the past, but she’s never even hinted about it. Hmm... she does deserve a spanking after the shit with Charlie. Maybe I’ll take her up on this no-no answer vacation and oblige.
Especially after she’s been teasing the shit out of me all afternoon, shaking her ass, wearing close to nothing, she turns, slides her sunglasses down her nose, and winks. Yup, she deserves a nice slap or two on the ass. My cock grows hard, thinking of her firm butt cheek turning a nice bright red. My handprint branding her, claiming her, even if it is only temporary.
We make our way back to the room. When she hears the door close behind us, she shimmies forward, taking her coverall off, and begins to untie her bikini top. Bare back and a skimpy bottom. Damn.
“I’ll take my shower first. This way, I can dress while you take yours.” She says, walking toward the bathroom.
“Yes, ma’am,” is all I can get out while holding the towel in front of my erection. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. It’s okay, think about something else, baseball, football, motorcycles. I walk over to the fridge and grab a bottle of water, downing most of it.
