Chapter 30

Bikini Bait & Auction

The sun was already high when they rolled up to the marina. Katherine’s big sunglasses caught the light, her sunhat tilted just enough to throw her smirk in shadow. She stepped out first, legs long and toned under that silky scarf, hips swaying like she knew exactly who was watching.

Ayla slid out next, a shy grin blooming when Tommy reached to help her down. Her tiny denim shorts were already unzipped at the front, the bright edge of her floral bikini bottoms peeking out like an accidental promise. She caught her reflection in the SUV’s window and tugged her hair loose again just so it looked a little more wild.

Jess hopped out last. The red bikini top hugged her tits tight, the bottoms laced in that wicked X shape at her hips. She adjusted her sunglasses, ponytail bouncing as she stretched, arching her back just because she could. When she turned to see Tommy’s eyes dragging over her, she gave him a smirk that said, “I know what you’re thinking, and you’re right.”

Tommy just leaned back against the SUV, arms folded, cargo shorts slung low on his hips. The polo hugged his chest, the sleeves snug around those arms. Every inch of him looked like trouble the second he cut that grin at Ayla and flicked the undone zipper on her shorts.

They walked down the dock like they owned it. Katherine up front, hips rolling slow under the sheer scarf, sunglasses catching every hungry glance. Jess at her side, red bikini popping bright against her tan skin, ponytail swaying like she was every man’s summer wet dream. Ayla stuck close to Tommy’s side, giggling shyly when he slipped his hand into her back pocket, thumb brushing that teasing triangle of bikini bottom peeking above her undone shorts.

The beach bar sat right at the edge of the sand, tiki roof, palm fans spinning, speakers humming that slow, bass-heavy song that made hips sway on instinct. Katherine ordered the first round, something cold, fruity, and wickedly strong. They leaned against the bar in a little knot, four heads close, shoulders brushing, laughing at the way every eye seemed to stick to them.

Ayla sipped her drink, legs crossed at the ankles, one hand brushing Tommy’s thigh under the bar. Jess popped her straw between her lips, giving Tommy a look that made his cock twitch behind those shorts, a promise, a dare, all in one wicked little grin.

Katherine tipped her sunglasses down just enough to catch it all. She let out that slow purr of a laugh that said she was two sips from trouble. “Mmm, look at you two. Better save some for later.”

They drifted from the bar to their private cabana, a shady little nest tucked just above the sand with a perfect view of the water. Tommy stripped off his polo, stretching that wide chest as he dropped it onto the lounger. Ayla bit her lip when his abs flexed, the little line that dipped into his shorts making her press her thighs together.

“I’m gonna swim,” he said, dropping a kiss on Ayla’s shoulder. His hand gave that open zipper a playful tug, then slapped Jess’s ass. “Behave.”

Jess just cackled, flopping onto her stomach, her red bikini strings dangling untied to tan her back. “No promises.”

Katherine perched at the edge, legs stretched out in the sun, the scarf slipping just enough to tease the curve of her hip. She slid her sunglasses up, a wicked grin flicking to Ayla’s blush.