The Vincent Boys 02 - The Vincent Brothers

my worshipful gaze, I opened the car door and stepped out. Sawyer was beside me instantly.
    “I didn’t think you’d ever get here,” he said in a pleased voice as his cold wet hand clasped mine and pulled me up against his chest. He was getting my dry clothes damp but I wasn’t going to complain.
    “Sorry, we overslept,” I explained.
    “Don’t apologize to him. He was the one who kept you out late,” Ashton teased and headed off in the direction of Beau as he made his way toward her.
    “I had a good time last night,” Sawyer informed me in a husky whisper.
    We’d gone to get something to eat at Hank’s then we’d gone out to the field. There was no party last night. Sawyer took advantage of the location and brought a large blanket for us and we lay on our backs under the stars. I pointed out different constellations and he tried to get his hands under different parts of my clothing while pretending to listen to me. It had been perfect.
    “I did too,” I replied, smiling up at him.
    He lowered his head to kiss me softly then whispered, “Let’s go see if I can’t teach you how to do a flip off that rope swing.”
    Shaking my head, I stifled a giggle. “No way. You tried that once and I ended up with ten stitches in my head.”
    Sawyer rubbed his hand gently over the back of my head where I’d sliced it open on a rock when I’d panicked at ten years old. When Sawyer had said, “Let go of the rope, NOW” it had taken me a few seconds to obey. Those few seconds were the difference between me landing in the deep water and me landing on the edge of the shore. I never tried that swing again.
    “I promise I won’t let you get hurt this time. Besides, I was like ten. I sucked at teaching people things. I’m so much better now.” He squeezed my hand and brought it to his lips before leading me out toward the lake.
    Laughter and squealing traveled across the water loud and clear. At least twenty or so people were already here. This was supposed to be the last party at the lake before everyone went off to college. I’d never been down here with more than just Sawyer, Ashton and Beau. Girls were lying out on the pier, guys were climbing the tree in order to do dangerous tricks off the rope swing and not one person had a beer in their hands. It was a miracle.
    “You’re really not going to go on that rope with me? I’ll hold the rope; you hold me and no flips.”
    “You promise no flips?” I asked him, watching his face for any sign of a fib.
    “Promise,” he assured me reaching for the hem of my shirt and pulling it off.
    He stopped and held it in his hand staring at the bikini I’d only bought because Jewel begged me to. It wasn’t something I’d normally wear but I figured if I was coming to Sawyer Vincent’s lake party as his date I needed to be able to keep his attention even with the other bikini-clad girls running around. Especially Ashton. When I’d seen the red bikini she’d laid out to wear, I knew I had to step-up my game.
    “Uh, would you consider putting this shirt back on?” he asked me as he started to put it back over my head.
    I reached up and stopped him, “No, Sawyer , stop.”
    He stepped in closer and frowned down at me, “There isn’t a lot to this swimsuit, Lana.”
    I glanced around and took note of all the other swimsuits girls were wearing. Mine was not even one of the skimpiest ones. Turning my attention back to him, I took the shirt out of his hand.
    “It’s called a bikini, Sawyer. If you look around you’ll notice a lot of them. We girls tend to wear them when we swim.” My voice dripped with sarcasm.
    “I’m aware of that, Lana, but I don’t like the idea of everyone seeing so much of you. This thing barely covers up your boobs. I’m scared even to see how much of your sexy ass it shows off.”
    Oh. He was jealous.
    “My bottom is covered.” I turned around and shimmied out of my cut-off blue jean shorts with my butt facing in his direction.
    “Ah, hell,” he groaned and reached out and pulled me back toward him. “Could you at least not do that little booty shaking thing with little pieces of fabric being your only cover?”
    I couldn’t help it, I laughed.
    “You think this is funny?” he whispered, resting his hands on my waist.
    “I think it’s hilarious,” I replied, turning around to press a kiss on his pouty lips. He really was very unhappy about this bikini. “Come on, I thought we were going to do the rope swing.”
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