Page 104

Then his lips are on mine, his tongue nudging my lips apart. His hand grabs my ass, and then he pulls me into him so I can feel how hard he is.

My hands reach up to his shoulders, sliding them around his neck, and I deepen the kiss.

I really like kissing him.

The group grows louder, reminding us that we aren’t alone.

Preston pulls away, smirking as he looks down at me.

“How good are you at volleyball?” he asks.

“Why?” I cross my arms.

“Because if I’m going to let these guys cockblock us, we better fucking win.”

My smile widens.

“Deal,” I say and stick my hand out.

“I’m not shaking your hand in front of these guys.”

I glare at him but keep my hand out. “Shake it.”

“No.”

“Shake. It.”

“No, Sunny. That’s weird.”

When it’s clear he won’t do it, I step forward, my outstretched hand brushing against his abs.

He sucks in a breath.

“Shake it, or these guys won’t be the only thing block⁠—”

Preston shakes my hand as if his life depends on it. I laugh just as Bash walks up.

“Why are you two shaking hands?” he asks, brows dipped as he looks between us.

“Heck if I know,” I say and then shrug. “He’s weird like that.”

Then I walk off, arm looped with Camry’s as we all get into position.

One glance over my shoulder tells me I’m going to pay for that later.

“I need a water break!” Camry shouts as Bash dives again, hitting the sand and missing the ball completely, knocking him and Camry out of the mini tournament they made.

In the end, we decided to just pair off as couples instead of bigger teams. Because of this, we have been playing for most of the day. We stopped only for a late lunch break, but now we are back at it and almost done.

“Me too,” Bash says, pushing up and spitting out the sand that made it into his mouth.

A waiter from the resort approaches us and takes our drink orders.

“Just water,” I tell him.

Once orders are placed, everyone takes their spot again. The only two teams left are Preston and me and Marcus and his wife, because of course they are.

I catch Preston’s eye once the waiter hands me my drink; the sexy smirk he’s been wearing all day is on his lips as he stares back at me. His jaw ticks and his eyes darken.