Parker
We’ve been in Daytona twenty four hours and already the guilt of not confiding in Becca months ago is eating at me. I tried to tell her after we went to bed last night and finally had a moment alone. But seeing the excitement on her face and the contentment from us being back together stopped the words in my throat.
She’s seemed a little off too as if she has something at the tip of her tongue she wants to confide in me about. But whenever I try to ask her if anything is wrong, she brushes it off saying it’s nothing.
For now I’ve decided I’ll push my worries into the back of my mind and focus on nothing but spending as much time with her as I can before the end of the week gets here and we have to leave each other again.
Right now we’re all loading up into a speedboat that came with the beach house rental. It feels like old times watching the girls lather on their suntan lotion and sprawl on the front of the boat while us guys get the wakeboard and tube ready for some hot summer fun.
Becca’s sorority sisters Nikki and Tamara came along on the spring break getaway too. Last summer I had noticed Nikki flirting a lot with Vance, but he was too preoccupied with that Reagan chick. But now that he’s single he’s been flirting back a whole hell of a lot more.
Right now he’s rubbing lotion on her back and getting that same mischievous spark in his eyes that he had every time he was around Reagan. I think the Gigolo of Daytona might decide to retire and spend the week chasing only one girl in particular.
Setting the cooler down I grab myself a beer and shout to the girls asking, “What would you ladies like to drink?”
“I’ll have a water,” Becca says, flashing me a small smile.
The rest of the girls ask for water too, claiming it’s too hot to drink alcohol just yet.
They’re all nineteen besides Becca who turned twenty at the end of February. The only way they can drink when we go out is by using the fake I.D’s they got back in Myrtle Beach.
Since we weren’t able to celebrate Becca’s birthday a few weeks ago because we were both in college, I’m planning a birthday celebration with everyone tomorrow night at the restaurant on the pier.
Everyone knows about it but her. I can’t wait to surprise her.
Grabbing a handful of waters out of the cooler, I climb up to the front of the boat handing out the bottles of water before sitting down beside Becca. “Hand me the bottle of lotion and I’ll make sure that there isn’t an inch of your backside that isn’t covered with it.”
She bites on her lip as she hands me the lotion. “Are you sure about that because unless you forgot, we’re going to be out on this boat for probably quite a few hours,” her voice is soft and low, laced with desire as I rub my hands together and begin rubbing lotion all over her back.
“It’ll be hard—but I’ll manage,” I murmur into her ear and press a kiss to her shoulder before running my hands over the smooth, golden skin.
She’s wearing a tiny, barely there chevron black and white bikini that’s making all kinds of dirty thoughts flood my brain.
Every curve of her perfect body is beckoning me to run my hands over it and that’s exactly what I intend to do…every single day that we’re together.
She looks so relaxed and carefree as she lays out with her aviators on and her brown hair that’s now streaked with bright purple highlights up on top on her head in a messy bun.
There’s not a drop of makeup on her face, and right now under the bright Florida sun she’s absolutely breathtaking.
“It’s hard alright,” she snickers as she twists the top off of her water bottle.
Her smart ass mouth only makes my dick harder in my board shorts.
“It sure is Darlin’.” I press my erection against her ass as I lean over her, rubbing lotion along her back. “For you it always is,” I tell her as I squirt more lotion into the palm of my hands and rub it around the swells of her ass.
Chase yelling my name snaps me out my Becca haze. “Parker! Your ass going first?” he asks as he gets the wakeboard and tosses it into the water before starting up the engine of the boat.
Cold water sounds like the perfect remedy for my aching balls at the moment.
“You know it,” I say as I will my dick to go back down and wipe my hands on a beach towel.
“I’ll come back and sit with you in a bit.” I lean over her shoulder giving her a chaste kiss before climbing to my feet.
I slap Becca on the ass as she peers up at me with her sunglasses covered eyes, “Go show them how it’s done, babe.”
I flash her a panty melting grin before leaping into the back of the boat and get to work putting on my life jacket.
“What do I get if I manage to stay on my feet the entire time?” I ask raising my eyebrows up at her.
Tapping her chin she pretends to think for a few seconds. “Whatever you want—because I know for certain you’ll never do it. No matter how awesome you are.”
Climbing up on to the back of the boat before jumping off into the water, I shout to her, “Just watch Darlin’. Now that I know I’ll get whatever I want, I’m going to try my damnedest to make these waves my bitch.”