icebreaker | nolan patrick

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Fiona
Cancun, Mexico

We've been in Mexico for three days now, and it's absolute paradise. The beach is five minutes from our room, there's five pools placed all around the resort, and swim up bars in every pool. I've definitely been taking advantage of those.

"Babe, are you ready to go?" Nolan asked, sitting on the bed while I was in the bathroom getting ready for the beach.

"Yup," I stated, putting down my mascara and exiting the bathroom.

I was wearing a neon green bikini, which made my work-in-progress tan stand out. Nolan picked this one out, I liked it, but he liked it more.

I walked up to Nolan, who was now sitting on the edge of our bed. He laid his hands loosely on my hips, slipping his fingers between my skin and the material of my bathing suit. His toned arms pulled me in and our lips met.

It got heated, quickly. My legs were now on either side of his lap, his hands roaming my waist and ass.

"Nol, Trav and Izzy are waiting for us," I mumbled against his lips.

"Let them wait," He responded, clearly not caring that they've been texting us for the past ten minutes.

I think the Mexican air has put some kind of sex spell on Nolan. We've had sex at least two times a day. It could be me constantly walking around in bikinis, or his chance to chill out and take a break from hockey. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, it's hot. I just wonder exactly what it is.

I ended up convincing him that we really needed to go, now that they were knocking continuously on our hotel room door.

We made our way down to the beach, stopping at the bar to pick up drinks, as always. Nolan has been very protective the past few days, assuming that every guy in his twenties is going to hit on me. The second he sees someone's eyes even brush over my body, he's hand slinks around my waist and he pulls me close to his body, as if my hand tightly held in his wasn't enough to show I wasn't on the market.

We sat ourselves in our private cabana, a perfect view of the bright blue water of Cancun. The four of us sat in the sun for hours, soaking up the warmth before we have to return to the freezing cold air of Philly in just a few days.

"C'mon, sleeping beauty. We're going swimming," Nolan said, giving my ass a little slap.

"I'm good," I said groggily.

Out of the blue, I heard an unfamiliar voice, though a familiar accent.

"Are you guys Nolan Patrick and Travis Konecny? The Flyers players?"

My head snapped up, eyes narrowing at the two blonde girls flaunting themselves at Nolan and TK.

"Uh, yeah. What's up?" Nolan said awkwardly.

"We're from Philly, I love the Flyers," The one of the right said. Her blonde, straight hair running through her fingers.

"I'm Kelsey, this is Marie," The other one said, I guess her name was Kelsey.

I debated getting up, telling them off and to get their eyes off my boyfriend and flirt with someone else, but I knew I couldn't fake that much confidence.