Samantha Routledge is a fellow Pogue, and the younger sister of John B. Granted John B is only 10 months older; they are both the children of Big John Routledge but have different mothers. Sam's mother lives next door to Luke Maybank and JJ, so Sam...
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Jay and I both grumble with annoyance at Popes unknown cockblocking as we quickly get changed into swimmers. The two of us both shamelessly eyeing each other with lust as we get changed. I put on the cutest bikini I own, that hugs my breasts tightly, knowing that it will catch a certain blonde's attention. My suspicions are confirmed when I go to open my bedroom door and he pulls me back from my waist. His hips press into my ass as he presses a kiss on my shoulder.
"Am I staying over tonight?" He whispers in my ear sending uncontrollable shivers down my exposed skin.
"Yeah, sneak into my room when everyone is asleep." I agree, proud that my words cause the smile that spreads on his fake. We both leave my room to find Pope sitting impatiently on the couch.
"Could you take any longer?" He rolls his eyes at us making me chuckle at how oblivious he is to what Jay and I were really up too. We grab our boards from outside and make our way to the beach where Kie and my brother are waiting.
"Save some waves for us!" JJ calls out to the two as we run into the cold water. We take turns waiting for the right wave and cheering for each other when we catch it. Bee waits until it is just us floating before he turns to me with a worried gaze.
"Who gave you those?" He points to the fresh bruises littering my face. Before I go to lie and say that they are old ones, he cuts me off. "Don't try denying it, they weren't there this morning." Well, damn okay.
"We ran into Rafe." I say quietly wanting to avoid this conversation all together.
"That asshole laid a hand on you." He all but yells in anger. "I'll kill him."
