My phone buzzed in the pocket of my hoodie as I pulled it over my head, the skin on my torso instantly absorbing the scorching heat of the Californian sun. My sunglasses were perched high on the bridge of my nose, but even through the darkened lenses, I could see Kendall and Hailey playing colors at the bottom of Kendall’s pool. Much like I predicted, Za, Khalil, and Alfredo were next to dive in, displacing nearly half of the water in the pool with a tremendous splash.
I let out a hefty chuckle and rolled my eyes, shifting my attention to missed text that illuminated the dull screen of my phone. Seeing it was Scooter, I ignored it and grabbed my lemonade from the patio table, sipping lightly at it before running my fingers through my hair and checking the time. I was beginning to grow impatient waiting for Y/N, but when the French doors of Kendall’s kitchen slid open, a small smile eased over my lips.
“Sorry it took so long,” she approached me, kicking off her flip-flops and pressing a chaste kiss to my lips. “My hair didn’t want to cooperate.”
I smirked watching intently as she readjusted her long, wavy ponytail and pulled the thin white crop top she wore over her head, my eyes widening upon getting a look at her bikini top. She stepped out of her pale blue cutoff shorts next and bent over to collect her clothing, offering an outstanding view of her ass as she did so. I was almost certain that my bottom lip was turning white from how hard I bit it, trying horribly not to get a hard on. She stretched and turned away, but I grabbed her wrist and pulled her into my chest.
My lips fell softly against hers and she let out a quiet moan when I cupped her ass, squeezing the flesh softly in my palm. It was her weakness. My tongue slipped through her supple lips easily, massaging at the warmth of her mouth and relishing in the faint remnants of the French Vanilla latte she had earlier. Her fingers laced through my blonde tufts, tugging softly at them when I pulled away. Her gorgeous green eyes sparkled as a grin surfaced her now swollen lips. “What was that for?” She questioned raising a neatly arched brow.
“Just a preview of what you’re gonna get for this little bathing suit.”
Giggling, she bit her lip and turned away, but squealed when my hand collided sharply with her ass. “Khalil, Za, and Alfredo, you better keep your eyes off of my girl.” I warned.
“Justin, shut up.” She laughed.
“Keep it up, Y/N, and you won’t be leaving here unfucked.”
