Page 120 of Filthy Rich Brother's Best Friends

"Oh my god," Harper gasps. "That shower is bigger than my first apartment!"

The bathroom is Miles's sanctuary—book-matched marble slabs, a freestanding soaking tub positioned by a window, and a walk-in shower with multiple heads and a built-in bench.

"The water pressure is perfect," Miles says with a grin.

"Alright, enough oohing and aahing over the house. Let's get this beach party started," Reid announces, clapping his hands together. "Everyone get your suits on!"

We all hurry to our rooms to change. I grab my board shorts and a rash guard while Lola slips into that little red bikini that drives all of us crazy. Within minutes, we're trooping down the private stairs that lead from our deck to the beach below, loaded with towels, coolers, and a volleyball net.

The sand is warm beneath our feet, the kind of perfect temperature that doesn't burn but feels amazing between your toes. Miles spreads out the oversized blankets while Harper helps Wes set up the umbrella.

"Last one in’s a rotten egg!" Reid shouts, already sprinting toward the water. I take off after him, hearing Lola's laughter behind me as she races to catch up.

The water hits me and I dive under a wave just as it breaks, feeling the rush of bubbles across my skin. When I surface, Lola is right beside me, her hair slicked back and eyes bright.

"God, this feels amazing," she says, floating onto her back.

Miles wades in more cautiously, but soon he's chest-deep, looking more relaxed than I've seen him in weeks. Harper squeals as a wave catches her by surprise, and Wes laughs, pulling her to him.

"Shoulder wars!" Reid calls out. "Harper, you're with me. Lola, pick your partner!"

"Jude!" Lola shouts immediately, swimming toward me. I crouch down in the water and she climbs onto my shoulders with practiced ease, her thighs gripping the sides of my neck.

"You and I can referee, Miles," Wes offers, already helping Harper onto Reid's shoulders.

"The rules are simple," Miles announces, raising his voice over the sound of crashing waves. "Last couple standing wins. No hair pulling, no face shots."

Harper wobbles precariously on Reid's shoulders, laughing as she tries to find her balance. "I'm going to fall before we even start!"

"Not on my watch," Reid says, gripping her legs firmly. "We've got this."

Lola leans down close to my ear. "Let's destroy them, babe."

I give her thighs a squeeze. "Consider it done."

Miles raises his arm. "Ready...set...go!"

Lola and I surge forward through the water as Harper and Reid do the same. The girls lock hands, each trying to push the other off balance. Lola's core strength is impressive—all those years of Pilates paying off as she holds steady above me.

"You're going down!" Harper taunts, giving Lola a playful shove.

"In your dreams!" Lola laughs back, countering with a push that nearly topples Harper. Reid adjusts quickly, steadying himself in the shifting sand beneath the water.

"Come on, babe, you've got this!" Miles calls from the sidelines.

But Harper grabs onto Lola again and pushes with all her might, sending Lola and me crashing into the water.

Lola pops out of the surf immediately. “Rematch! I was robbed!”

Everyone gets into position for the next round. Wes lifts Harper onto his shoulders while Miles does the same for Lola. Reid wades deeper, challenging Jude to join him where the waves are bigger.

Harper squeals as Wes charges forward, the water splashing around them. She locks hands with Lola, both women giggling as they push against each other. The guys beneath them struggle to maintain balance, their feet shifting in the sand as waves roll past their waists.

"Don't you dare drop me, Miles!" Lola shouts, her thighs clamping around his neck as a particularly strong wave threatens their stability.

"Not a chance," he promises, his hands firmly grasping her legs.

It doesn’t take long before Lola has her revenge, and Wes and Harper are defeated.