Piggyback? Her thighs would be wrapped around my waist. Hard pass.
Side carry? Her breasts would be pressed firmly into my chest. Hell no.
Front carry? I would die on the spot.
I opt for holding her like she’s a ladder and take off running through the water.
“You do realize I’m not a surfboard, right?” she sputters as water splashes into her face.
“Reece!” Kai shouts. “Your erect body must support hers! Embrace those curves as the ocean embraces the shore!”
Cam squirms, turning into me, and suddenly her breasts are pushed up against my bare stomach, soft and full and—
SPLASH.
I drop her as Astrid and Blaze cross the finish line.
Astrid winks at the lens. “That’s right, we won, bitches! Reece and his new ‘girlfriend’ didn’t even finish. Guess Reece still can’t get a girl across the finish line. Get used to it, honey!”
I don’t care that she’s filming me—I hit her with a death glare hot enough to fry her battery.
“Next challenge! The Balancing Act of Desire.” Kai shouts.
Giant heart-shaped rafts bob in the water that resemble a fleet of mini Valentine’s Day parade floats.
“Couples must become one with each other,” Kai proclaims. “First you climb aboard the float, then you both must find balance while standing. Finally, you unite your bodies in a sensual embrace. This requires strength and stamina—much like what is needed for marathon love-making sessions!”
“There is no way in hell I’m doing that,” I mutter to myself.
Cam’s already moving, pulling herself onto the inflatable. Then—as if my suffering wasn’t enough—she rolls onto her hands and knees in afuck-me-on-all-foursposition that has me reeling.
“Earth to Reece!” She snaps her fingers. “Camera! Now! Unless you want footage of the pool drain?”
I hand her the GoPro and grip the edge of the heart-shaped floatie. “I’m strategizing.”
“What’s there to strategize? Get your ass up here!”
I attempt to climb aboard the small raft without touching her—a maneuver that would challenge Tom Cruise’s entire stunt team. My hands slip on the wet plastic as if I’m grabbing a greased pig, and—
The raft launches us into the pool.
SPLASH.
When I surface, Cam is sputtering, coughing, and glaring. “Are you actively trying to drown me?”
“Feel the rhythm! Let your bodies sync, your energies entwine—trust your connection together” Kai shouts.
“Oh, we’re feeling the vibes,” Astrid purrs from their float, where she’s face-first wrapped around Blaze like a pole dancer, camera in hand. “Look at us being, like, so mentally connected or whatever.”
“My Dude!” Blaze hollers. “You got this man. Just ease up into her.”
“He’s not even trying.” Cam coughs up more water.
As resort staff clear the giant inflatables, I weigh my options while watching water trail down Cam’s curves. They all lead to one conclusion: get out of this fucking pool. Because if I stay here one more minute, my dick is going to override my brain and convince Cam to go play its own games back in our room.
“We forfeit,” I say.
“You already quitting?” Astrid grins for her audience. “Reece is finally admitting I’m superior. Because some of us”—she gestures down her figure—“were built for these challenges. While others… with that bargain basement booty? Are way too thick to handle, let alone balance.”
