My cheeks hurt from smiling so hard as the thought of torturing Dixon all day plays through my mind.
The player is about to get played.
Laughing Savannah says, “I can’t keep up with you! So will it be just Dixon this weekend? Or are you planning on hooking up with Jax, too?”
Wow. I accidently hook up with Jax and Xander in the same weekend, and now she thinks it’s going to become the norm for me? That was a drunken mishap!
“Damn you, bitch, you’re making me sound like a damn whore. No, I don’t plan on sleeping with Jax, but that doesn’t mean I will not be flirting my ass off with him. Dixon is going to get a piece of his own medicine.”
I feel bad for using Jax, but it’s the only way I’m going to be able to give Dixon a dose of his own damn medicine. For weeks, he’s flaunted his other hookups in my face. Now it’s my turn to make him jealous. Maybe then he’ll finally pull his head out of his ass.
Juliana, being the amazing woman that she is, made us new drinks in record time and even brought us down a big bowl of diced fruit. We downed our drinks and snacked on fruit for a few minutes before deciding to join the boys out on the water to cool off.
I tie my top back on and jog down the beach and into the water, stopping when the water hit my knees. Waving my hands around I flag the guys over to us. One by one, they all slowly float towards shore.
“Y’all finally decide to join us?” Kayden asks looking from me then over my shoulder back at Savannah, who’s sitting on her lounger with her arms covering her chest.
I swing my hand out towards Kayden smirking, “Savannah won’t budge until she gets her top back on.”
Kayden lets out a deep laugh as he digs her top out of his shorts. He tosses it into my hand then yells up the beach at Savannah, “Get your top on, and then hurry you cute little ass over here.”
After helping Savannah clasp the back of her top we run back down into the water. “Can I drive?” She asks sweetly batting her long lashes at Kayden. He’s like putty in her hands and quickly scoots back on the seat giving her room to climb on in front of him.
“If she’s driving so am I,” I glance at Dixon who looks like he’s ready to give in and let me drive his jet ski like when I drove his four-wheeler back at Kayden’s ranch a few weeks back, but instead I turn to Jax. “What do ya say, Jax? Will you let me ride on yours?”
It takes everything in me to not burst out laughing at the expression on Savannah and Kayden’s face, and the annoyed grunt that comes from Dixon if freaking priceless before he speeds off with Savannah and Kayden, following, as I climb on and get positioned in front of Jax.
“Hold on, Jax. I’m about to show you how us California girls handle a jet ski.”
Dixon
I have no idea why I thought coming on this trip would be a good idea. I swear I enjoy torturing myself. I feel like someone on a diet sitting in a room full of your favorite junk foods you know you can’t have. Suddenly because you’ve told yourself don’t, by any means necessary touch that food, you now want to stuff your face, devouring every single piece. That’s me right now with Brooklyn. To make matters worse, she is getting all touchy feely with Jax and acting as if she doesn’t even care that I’m here.
What I can’t wrap my fucking around is why do I care? That is the million dollar question. I’ve fucked girls before her and girls after her and still she’s the only one my dick wants every second of the damn day.
She’s wild. She’s unpredictable. She’s a ticking time bomb waiting to go off and fuck up everything. And she’s everything I want but can’t have.
I’m almost ready to call the jet and fly home. Brooklyn is fucking up my life without even trying, and the more I try to avoid her, the more it feels like our lives are being thrown together. We’ve been so explosive already after only a few hookups. Brooklyn, pulling that stunt with Cece the other night, only proved my point that if we tried to see where things between us could go, I know it’d end up being catastrophic. We’re both too self-destructive to attempt any kind of relationship.
The crazy part is I’ve been in enough relationships to know that any girl I attempt to commit to always ends badly. I find a way every time to fuck it up. This is the number one reason I called Brooklyn off limits the day we met. So why the hell are my brain and my dick constantly at battle with one another, fighting over what to do with Brooklyn?
Why can’t I forget about her?
I’ve never had to deal with this shit before. All these stupid feelings bubbling up inside of me are pissing me off and making me want to bash my fucking head in. I’ve only ever settled down before because life gets exhausting running a billionaire dollar corporation plus juggling a whole other business on the side. So having a girl I know I could always speed dial, and have at my suite in record time and ready to fuck, was appealing to me. Once I grew bored with her, I’d find a way to fuck it up and move on to the next girl.
My dick keeps saying do that with Brooklyn. Just give in. Ride out whatever insane chemistry we have between us until it burns out. Because it always burns out. But then I have that pesky little voice in the back of my mind telling me it’s too risky because of Kayden’s relationship with Savannah.
I need a drink. A good strong drink to help me forget all this shit. Brooklyn is outside on the deck with Jax, and Kayden disappeared with Savannah down to the beach. I needed a moment to put my head back on straight after sitting through dinner watching Brooklyn giggle over every fucking thing Jax said. There wasn’t enough beer at that dinner table to help me drown out Brooklyn. I fill my Solo cup up with Jack and Coke and down the entire drink in seconds. I smack my lips together and close my eyes, welcoming the numbness that is seeping over my body.
Pouring myself another cup, I muster up the strength to go back outside. As soon as my feet hit the deck, Jax is on me draping his arm over my shoulder, “There you are. What do you say we play a few rounds of Beer Pong? I think it’s safe to say Knox and Savannah will be a while.”
I slide my gaze from Jax to Brooklyn, who’s leaning against the now cleaned up outdoor dining table that has red Solo cups all set up, and a ping pong ball is bouncing up and down in the palm of her hand as she wears the sexiest little smile on her lips.
“Sure. There’s nothin’ else to do tonight.”
That was the worst mistake of my life right now. Agreeing to play this fucking game.
Between the tons of beer I drank all afternoon plus at dinner, and then the two cups of Jack and Coke, I’m a drunken mess after only a few games in. I’m so drunk that I’m playing like shit. It feels like it’s been about thirty minutes, when I hear Kayden and Savannah coming back up from the beach.
“Hey, who’s winning?” Kayden asks, walking up beside me and resting against the center of the table. He wraps Savannah in his arms pulling her into him and kissing her on the forehead.
I officially think I’m losing my mind because the feeling of jealousy is consuming my entire body right now. I steal a glance at Brooklyn, who is also watching them with a faraway look in her eyes.
I wonder if she’s thinking the same thing.
If she is, we are one fucked up reality, let me tell you. Forget all that fairy tale shit. We’re living a Brother’s Grimm story with no happily ever after. Our type doesn’t get that kind of happy ending. We get bored too fast and are always looking for the next thrill. Sure it looks appealing now but give it a year, and we’d be miserable.
At least that’s what I keep telling myself so that I can continue to convince myself it's best if we end things. After seeing her Saturday at Knox’s and losing my self-control, I’ve tried my best to avoid any situation that’ll lead to anything happening between us again. The fact that she felt perfect pinned between me and that kitchen island doesn’t help the least fucking bit though.
“Jax is whooping Dixon’s butt! I don’t think he’ll be able to walk to his room after they finish this game.” Brooklyn tells Kayden with light, airy laughter in her voice before looking to Jax and me.
Walking over to me, Kayden claps me on the shoulder, “Step up your game, bro.”
I’m determined to come back and win this fucking game. Drunk or not, I still have a chance.
“Hey, I still have time to come back!” My words come out slurred, and I lose my balance slightly as I try to position myself to go again.
I’m fucked up tonight. I’m past drunk. I’m completely trashed, and yet I have Brooklyn Fucking Bennett on my goddamn mind.
“Just think, I’m going easy on him. Usually, I make ya chase a shot with your beer, mate.” Jax laughs and tosses another ball and sinking it in the cup in front of me.
Fuck. Me. Picking up the cup, I down the beer and then slam the cup back down.
“Well, as long as you don’t puke I’m good because if you puke then I’m going to puke!” Savannah says, sticking her tongue out and scrunching her nose up.
“I don’t puke,” I tell her as I toss the ball towards Jax and watch as it bounces off of the table with Jax catching it before it falls off of the table.
I notice Brooklyn making her way over to me out of the corner of my eye as I watch Jax take his turn as he tosses the ball, once again, sinking it in another cup.