The Brianne Hughes Series

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Brianne took off her designer swimsuit cover and draped herself over a wicker chaise. This is all she had wanted to do for the past six months. Sure she would rather have taken her bikini to the beach instead of the water park, but it was a nice place, the kids loved it, and it gave her ample time to tan anyways. "Mommy?"

"Yes darling?"

"I need sunscreen." Her little girl was standing next to her chair in her adorable seersucker one piece.

"Ask Daddy."

"He's already helping Jaxsyn." Brian was standing over at the chaise next to her, rubbing down their son's back with sunblock.

"All right," she sighed. "Bring me the tube."

Taighlor brought her the sunblock and she applied it generously to her daughter's skin. "Ready to go guys?" Brian asked them.

"Yeah!" Taighlor shrieked.

"Brian, for God's sake, Taighlor's obviously not ready." She  gripped her daughter's arm and and rubbed sunscreen onto her cheeks.

"Hurry up, mom!" Brian teased.

"Yeah, hurry up mom!" Jaxsyn repeated.

"Brian," Brianne groaned. "You're done," she told Taighlor.

"Let's go!" Taighlor yelled. She took off running in the direction of the nearest pool.

"Taighlor! Taighlor Krystynn!" Brianne yelled. "No running and stay with your father."

"Bye mom!" Said Jaxsyn, running after his sister.

"They'll tire themselves out, right?" Brian asked his wife.

"You'd better hope so," she replied, slipping on her Coach sunglasses. "Have fun."

"You too," he said, squeezing her shoulder and run-walking to catch up with the kids.

Peace at last. She only needed on more thing.

Brianne got up and started walking towards the little cabana near the wave pool. She leaned on the counter and told the bartender, "Pina colada, please."

"Yes ma'am," said the bartender, smiling at her with the whitest teeth she had ever seen. His skin was beautifully tan and he must have been at least 6'2. He was wearing a white uniform polo but it was tight enough to reveal toned muscle mass underneath. 

"How old are you?" She asked him, smiling.

"You're not one for messing around, are you, ma'am?" He responded with a laugh, pouring rum into the blender.

"Don't tempt me," she said in a low tone.

He shook his head in amusement. Brianne noticed his name tag said Harley. "I'm 25, ma'am."

"You're making me feel about a thousand years old, Harley."

"Well ma'am," he said, slowly, turning around to face her. "I assure you it's only business." He turned on the blender in one sexy motion. He glanced down at her a few times before turning the blender off and pouring her drink. "Have a nice day, ma'am," he said, putting a straw into the glass and sliding it across the counter.

She took the glass and winked at him before turning around, thinking of his eyes on the back of her.

Brianne once again slinked back into the chaise and took a long sip of her drink. Taking out her phone, she posted the family picture they had taken in the hotel lobby the night before on the jewelry company's Instagram. She captioned it, There's nothing better than vacation....