Part 1 (2/2)

Rolling onto my back, I stretch and let out a loud groan. I can't believe I slept until eleven. That's what I get for staying out until four in the morning.

”Why the h.e.l.l are you calling me? Do your legs and arms not f.u.c.king work?” I ask Vance, my best friend and roommate for the summer.

”Parker and I are chilling on the deck, watching the babes from next door. They are looking hot as ever. They're standing down in the water right now picking up seash.e.l.ls or something. It's hard to tell from way back here. Drag your sorry a.s.s out of bed and get out here. Maybe we can convince them to go out on the boat with us.

I hear him laugh into the phone at something Parker says in the background. I am tired as s.h.i.+t and p.i.s.sed off he woke me up, interrupting the hot a.s.s dream I was just having about blondie next door. That girl is smokin'. I already warned both of my boys to keep their hands off that one. There are three other chicks staying at the beach house next to ours they can go after, but the cute blonde is all mine.

The idea of getting her in nothing but a bikini on my boat is enough motivation to get me out of bed. ”I'll be right down. I'm going to jump in the shower real quick.” Hanging up, I climb out of bed and head into the bathroom.

As soon as I finish showering, I throw on a pair of board shorts and flip-flops before heading downstairs. I eat a microwavable breakfast sandwich, and then brush my teeth before heading outside to join my boys.

”Finally. We already loaded the cooler up with beer. Do you want me to text the girls we partied with last night, or try and get the girls from next door to go out with us?” Vance asks as he stands up from the patio chair and glances over the railing towards our neighbors, who are now sunbathing on beach towels.

My eyes immediately lock onto the gorgeous blonde. One thing I am a sucker for is a pretty blonde with a nice rack and a beautiful smile. She is all of that and then some.

We saw them yesterday tanning on the beach when we were tossing the football around before we went out tubing, and I noticed her watching me more than a few times. We said h.e.l.lo to them once again while they laid out all oiled up in barely-there bikinis. I loved how her cheeks blushed when I gave her a grin. She was lying on her stomach, propped up on her elbows and reading a book when we approached them. I didn't hide the fact I was staring at her t.i.ts the entire time either.

Now, sliding my fingers through my damp hair, I head towards the stairs. ”Let's see if they're down for hanging with us before we text those other chicks.”

I grab a cooler and quickly bound down the stairs towards the beach, while Parker and Vance follow right behind me with the second cooler and a bag of snacks for the boat. We work up quite the appet.i.te wakeboarding.

As we approach the girls, they stop mid-conversation and gawk up at us. I find it adorable how shy they get around us. We're not blind, and we are slightly conceited. We know we're hot, and find it entertaining when girls get all fl.u.s.tered around us.

”Hey, ladies. My boys and I are off to spend the afternoon on my boat to do some tubing and wakeboarding. Would y'all want to join us?” I ask while holding the cooler in my arms, keeping my eyes solely focused on blondie.

They all glance at one another, silently asking what they should do. There hasn't been a girl yet who's turned down the chance to spend the afternoon with Chase Kenzington, and I doubt that streak will be broken today.

I swear they hold out on answering just to torture us.

”Come on, ladies. You can tan just as easily on Chase's boat as you could here on the beach. Plus, who doesn't like tubing?” Parker asks flirtatiously.

I don't beg. Never have. Never will. So if these chicks say no, I'll have the three girls from the boardwalk last night here in no time and ready to party.

Shrugging, I adjust the cooler and give the girls my best melt-your-bikini-bottoms-right-the-h.e.l.l-off smile. ”If y'all have other plans, that's cool. Maybe next-” My words get cut off when the brunette with the short haircut lying beside blondie interrupts me.

”We'll go. We planned on exploring Myrtle Beach today, but we can just do it later. Right, girls?” she asks, glancing around at the other three while standing and brus.h.i.+ng the sand from her legs.

”Sure. Y'all look nice enough, but if we end up chopped up and fed to the fishes, you can't say I didn't warn you,” Blondie says, giving me a sly grin, and then looking at her friends as she shakes her towel off and stuffs it back into her bag.

I let out a low chuckle. Did she really just say she thinks we could be serial killers?

Wow.

Vance bursts out laughing beside me. ”Y'all are crazy. Believe me-we're not psycho serial killers. You're in safe hands.”

Blondie folds her arms across her chest, making her b.o.o.bs practically beg to be groped. I have to think of dead puppies to avoid my board shorts from turning into a f.u.c.king tent in front of everyone.

”That's what I imagine all crazy killers say before they lure girls away with them.” She burst out laughing before saying between giggles, ”I'm just kidding. I'm only bustin' your b.a.l.l.s. Do we need to bring anything?”

Feeling the urge to be close to her, feel her, and breathe her sweet, fruity scent that's tickling my senses as the warm ocean breeze blows past us, I shove the cooler into Vance's hands and take the bag of snacks from him. He lets out a loud groan and glares at me.

Holding the bag up with one hand, I wave it in front of her as I drape my free arm over her shoulder. ”We have enough food and drinks for everyone. The only thing y'all need to bring is yourselves.”

”Well, what are we waiting for?” Blondie's little brunette friend asks as she runs around and hooks her arm through Parker's. She gives him the biggest smile as he leads her towards my boat, the rest of us following.

It dawns on me as we're loading the boat up that we probably should introduce ourselves.

”I'm Chase, which by now I think you've figured out thanks to my friends,” I say, reaching my hand out and shaking the girls' hands.

One by one, they shake my hand and tell me their names. The bubbly brunette is Becca, the tall one with curves in all the right places, black curly hair, and milk chocolate skin is Tamara, the quiet one who's about the same height and size as blondie, with hair just a shade darker than hers is Nikki, and finally, the gorgeous one whose face has been burned into my subconscious is Ashlynn.

Even her name is hot.

”So how old are you ladies? We want to make sure we're not going to be spending the day with a boatful of jail bait,” I ask, folding my arms across my chest and sliding my gaze over the four of them.

They all glance at each other before Ashlynn answers, ”We're all nineteen. We just finished our soph.o.m.ore year at the University of Georgia.”

All four girls raise their arms in the air and cheer, ”Go dawgs!” before giggling and staring back up at us. I a.s.sume it's because they're waiting for us to tell them how old we are.

”I'm twenty-two and just graduated from the University of North Carolina. Go Tar Heels,” I say sarcastically as my lips curl up in the corners at the look of amus.e.m.e.nt in their eyes.

”Ladies, remember my name, because I bet by the end of the day one of you will be screaming it. I'm Parker; I'm twenty-one and unfortunately, I have one more year of college left. All of us are proud Tar Heels,” he says, sliding in beside Becca and eyeing Vance and me.

He is seriously the biggest idiot I know. I just shake my head and chuckle at his brazenness before sitting down and starting the boat.

”Wow, Parker. Seriously? That cliche of a line? I expected more from a guy as hot as you,” Becca tells him, leaning against his arm and tracing her fingers down his chest.

He flashes a s.h.i.+t-eating grin down at her before sprawling his arms out along the leather seats. ”Darlin', with looks like this, I can make any cliche sound like an original.”

Vance, grabbing a can of beer and popping it open, takes a drink before sitting down on the seat across from mine. ”Don't mind Parker. I think he ate one too many paint chips when he was a kid.” He gives the girls a slight wave. ”By the way, I'm Vance. I'm the only normal one between these two goofb.a.l.l.s. I'm twenty-two also, and I just graduated right alongside my boy Chase here in May.”

The girls all grab waters and get situated at the front of the boat, lying out to tan. I can't complain about the view. Four drop-dead-gorgeous girls tanning in sc.r.a.ps of fabric is exactly how I like spending my day, but my eyes are only focused on one of them. Ashlynn looks downright sinful in her tiny black and neon animal print bikini. Her bottoms barely cover her, and I have to fight the urge to smack her tight round a.s.s that is lying in front of me, just taunting me with every pa.s.sing second.

After an hour of driving the boat for Parker and Vance to take turns wakeboarding, Parker offers to steer the boat so I can get out on the water. The girls said they want to go tubing, but not until they've gotten hot enough from sunbathing.

I, for one, can't wait to see Ashlynn drenched in salt water, with droplets teasing their way down that body of hers.

Zipping up my life vest, I grab my board and sit on the back of the boat to strap my feet in. The girls have all s.h.i.+fted, so they're now facing the back of the boat, watching as I get ready to drop myself into the water.

I don't know why, but I'm nervous as s.h.i.+t about Ashlynn watching me wakeboard. I jump into the water and grip the handle that's tied to the back of my boat and signal Parker, letting him know I'm ready.

Within seconds, he's hauling a.s.s across the water and I'm flying over the waves coming from the back of the boat. The entire time, I keep my eyes locked with Ashlynn's. I can't stop smiling as she cheers from the boat every time I do a flip in the air.

After twenty minutes, my arms are sore and I'm in need of a beer, so I slide my hand across my throat, signaling for Parker to stop the boat.

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