Looking at her now, perched back on her elbows, with her hair pulled up into a messy bun, leaving her slender neck exposed, soaking in the sun . . . I’m a goner.
See ya.
Bye.
And that body.Oh my god, that body.
The bikini she’s wearing doesn’t leave much to the imagination, which I appreciate. Kenna’s breasts weren’t there the last time I saw her. At least, they’ve changed significantly from what I recall. They’re probably the perfect handful—not too much to handle for someone with bigger hands like me.
Her slender stomach is lean and highlights her toned abs, which she has undoubtedly worked hard for. As an athlete, I can respect how much time she puts in at the gym.
Kenna’s once lanky legs are now tanned and toned to perfection, making her athletic figure even more appealing. What I wouldn’t give to have those legs wrapped around my waist, anchoring herself to me.Get a grip, man.
This girl . . . I’m twenty—I shouldn’t let her get under my skin like some hormonal teenager. I’ve got too much to focus on.
“There he is. Griff, my man! Come and play water volleyball with us. We’ll play 2v2—us versus the girls,” Carson says when he notices me.
“Alright. Let’s take these ladies down a few notches,” I challenge as I rub my hands together.
Kenna snorts. Turning her head toward me, she taunts, “Yeah? Let’s see if you can handle the duo that’ll be owning the beach, pool, and court this summer.”
“I have no doubt Griff and I will be doing just that,” Carson replies.
“Katie, let’s show our brothers what it’s like to have their asses handed to them by their sisters,” Kenna says.
“Correction,babysisters,“ I emphasize in a condescending tone and wink at her.
Kenna scoffs, rises to her feet, and struts over to me.Don’t look at the way her tits bounce as she walks—eyes up, fucker.
We’re nearly chest-to-chest when she says, “I’m not a baby anymore, Griff. I’d say it’s about time you realize that.” Her voice is lower, sultrier.
Well, shit. My eyes deceive me and trail down Kenna’s bronzed frame. She crosses her arms over her chest, making her perky breasts even more noticeable. And trust me . . . I notice.
Two can play this game, baby doll.I raise both my hands up as if to show I’m surrendering. But instead of letting them fall, I bring them to the back of my neck and slowly lift my shirt over my head.
I throw my shirt onto the lounge chair next to us, exposing the body I’ve worked my ass off for. Yeah, I might be making a show of it as I lightly scratch my bare chest.
It’s Kenna’s piercing aquamarine eyes that deceive her now as they rake down my traps, deltoids, and muscular chest.
She continues her survey over each rivet of my washboard abs. Her breath hitches when her gaze gets to the growing bulge in my shorts.
Kenna’s eyebrows raise almost to her honey-blonde hairline as her eyes meet mine again. Giving her my most debonair smirk, I shrug. “What can I say? The thought of smacking your ass in volleyball really gets me going.”
“God, you’re insufferable.” Her lips curl up like she’s disgusted, but her eyes are still heavy with lust. She’s just as fucked as I am.
Check. Mate.
“Twenty-four all,” Katie says as she serves the ball over the net. It has a wicked float that’s too much for Carson to handle. She gets an ace.
“Fuck! My bad, G. I’ve got the next one,” Carson assures me as he throws the ball back to Katie.
“You better, big bro. It’s match point after all. Wouldn’t want to get manhandled by your sis,” Kenna mocks.
“You’re right. I’d never want to get manhandled by you, but I wouldn’t mind if Katie handled me.”
“Carse, what the fuck? That’s my little sister.” I smack him over the back of the head.
“I’m obviously trying to mess with them, G. You know, trying to get in their heads so we can win this.” He scoffs at me likeI’m an idiot.
