Page 46 of Unmasking Her Shadow

“Let’s go buy something to change into.”

“We could have stopped at home first if you hadn’t zoomed straight here when she wouldn’t respond to you. You’re becoming entirely too obsessed.”

I’m not becoming anything. I already am. “You didn’t try to stop me.”

“Ride or die, Ki. If you’re getting into shit, I’m getting dirty too.”

He buys a pair of black and gray camo swimming trunks, and I find a black full-coverage top that fits like a sports bra and a pair of shorts to go with it.

“Might as well get a fruity drink with an umbrella in it to sip on while we lay out,” he jokes in a feminine voice, but it doesn’t sound like a terrible idea.

We grab two chairs and drag them closer to the edge of the pool. I’ll give her some space, but she’s out of her mind if she thinks I’ll leave here without her.

“She’s stunning, isn’t she?” You can hear the admiration in my voice. She laughs at something her sister says. Her smile has one of my own tugging at my lips.

“Yeah,” Ryker agrees. “But her sister looks like she is contemplating my execution.”

They drift closer to us, and Taylor scoops up water, flinging it at Ryker. Some getting on me in the process.

“What the fuck, Taylor?” he rasps.

Her breath hitches when he says her name. “Put on a shirt,” she snaps.

“What? No.”

She slides off her inflatable chair and stretches her arms wide, cupping the water.

“Don’t you fucking—” she sends a wave of water at him, cutting him off. I turn and hide my face with my arm, laughing. He stands abruptly and jumps into the water, tackling her under. They resurface, and her mouth drops open in disbelief as she wipes her eyes clear of water and wet hair.

Sam makes her way towards me, and I sit on the edge of the pool, allowing my legs to dangle into the water.

“What’s with crazy pants?” I ask her jokingly.

She snorts. “She’s like banning herself from sex or something, and Ryker is too tempting,” she explains. Well, aren’t they complete opposites?

“I like your swimsuit,” I tell her, playing with the strap around her neck.

“Let me guess. It makes my tits look amazing?” she smirks, lifting a brow.

“The pale green makes your red hair pop.” I tug on a piece of hair that had worked its way out of her claw clip.

“Oh,” she breathes, nibbling on her lower lip.

She uses my thighs to push herself up out of the water to give me a quick kiss before sinking to her chin. I’ve never cared much for being on the receiving end, but looking down at her is such a beautiful sight.

Taylor steals her away again, and Ryker lifts himself out of the water to sit next to me. “I need a drink,” he states, running his hands through his hair, brushing it back.

We sit at one of the outdoor tiki bars where I can still monitor Sam. He downs his first bottle of beer and savors the next. I hiss when the alcohol burns its way down my throat. The colorful mixed drink I ordered is pretty but spicy, just like my girl. Two blondes squeeze in beside us and order us all a shot. I glance over my shoulder to see if Sam is watching. And she is. Good. Let’s test how much time she needs to breathe. We clink our glasses together and toss them back.

I lean into the one next to me to whisper in her ear. “Thanks for the drink, but I’m not interested.”

“Am I not your type?” she asks sweetly, pushing her chest out. Like she needs help to show off her expensive tits.

Soaking arms wrap around my neck, and I tense when cold water droplets drip onto my stomach.

“No, you’re not,” I answer the girl, and she gives Sam a fake smile before grabbing her friend and moving to the end of the bar.

She keeps her arms wrapped around me, so I turn my head towards her. “Are you done needing space?”