Clipped by Love
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Leaning my head to his, I say, “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me, Bay, you need this. I don’t want you to get burned out. Go have fun with your girls.”
I’m gonna damn well try.
Oh my God, it’s gorgeous here.
Closing my eyes, I tip my head back and let the sun warm my face. I’ve never been to Florida. We’d traveled to all the greatest hockey cities before Dad took the job in Arkansas to get their hockey team on track. And even after living there for two years, I never made my way down here. I wish I had sooner because this is amazing. The waves are crashing against my legs, the sounds of seagulls from above my head mix with the sounds of college kids being dumb, and somehow, I feel so free.
“I swear, it’s weird as hell seeing you in anything else but a hockey jersey and shorts. Especially a bikini.”
I glance over at my friend Delanie and smile. She’s right; I don’t wear bathing suits much, and especially a bikini, but I’m in Florida! Time to let loose. Unlike me, Delanie could live in a bathing suit. She has a banging body and tits that make boys chase her across campus. Her long blonde hair is airy in the wind, and the smile on her face has all the guys checking her out. She’s a hottie and so is her twin sister, Mandie. But unlike her sister, Mandie is lying the beach, ignoring us as she texts her boyfriend, which is not an uncommon act for her.
Mandie and Jason are gonna get married have two kids and three dogs with a white picket fence around their mansion. Jason plays for Arkansas University’s hockey team with me, and he’s going places. Mandie was smart to jump on that when she did. She’s gonna be set for life. Her twin sister, though, doesn’t have time for relationships, and that’s probably why I love her so much. Since Lord knows I don’t have time. Nor do I want one. The last time I went along that road, I was used and abused. So, nope, not happening until I’m like forty or something.
Looking down at my turquoise chevron bikini, I smile. I have a nice body, thanks to all the tough training I do, and nice boobs, but I have my problem area. My ass. It sucks up every single calorie in the world, and they have no plans on leaving my ass. No matter how much I try to work it off. I’m a little self-conscious since I’m sure my ass is eating my bikini bottoms, but oh well. I’m in Florida. I’m never going to see anyone here ever again.
“Yeah, weird, huh?”
She laughs as she pulls her hair up in a ponytail, adjusting her glasses before placing her hands on her hips. “Yeah, but you’re hot.”
I scoff. I’m not one of those girls who thinks they’re hot. Actually, I know I’m not. “Please.”
“No, you are,” Mandie says from the sand. “Your ass is hot from down here.”
I glance down at her and smile. “Thank you for that assessment.”
“No problem, you have nice assets.”
That has us laughing uncontrollably before Delanie says, “You should use those assets to land a fling for the weekend.”
I shake my head, rolling my eyes. “’Cause I have flings.”
“Exactly! You don’t. Have one this weekend! When was the last time you had sex?”
I shrug as I think for a second. Deciding to lie since I try really hard to ignore that one time, I say, “High school?”
They both look at me deadpan, but I don’t care. I don’t live for sex like these two.
“How depressing,” Delanie decides as she shakes her head. “You need to get laid.”
“No way,” I say back. “I don’t have time.”
“How in the world do you not have time? We are sunbathing during the day and partying at night. I feel somewhere in there you can find someone to enjoy your assets,” Mandie informs me. “Don’t be a prude. You’re supposed to be relaxing.”
“For real. Don’t be dumb. The man candy on this beach is insane. I’m going to sample a lot this weekend,” Delanie said with a man-eating grin.
“What else is new?” I ask, receiving a smack in my arm.
“Are you saying I’m a slut?”
I shake my head. “No, slut is mean. More like a cat in heat is what I would go with,” I decide.
Mandie then adds, “I would say whore, but who am I to judge? I slept with Jason the first night I met him.”
With a deadpan look, Delanie flips us both off. “Whatever.”
I smile, wrapping my arm around her and hugging her tightly. “But we love you and your overachieving promiscuity.”
Looking up at me, since I’m a good foot taller than her, she says, “I think you just insulted me.”
“Kinda, but it was out of love,” I say with a shrug.
“Why am I friends with you?”
I think for a second and then say, “Because you feel sorry for me since I’d be lost without you?”
She smiles. “That’s exactly it, you bitch.”
“I love you too,” I say, squeezing her, but I stop when a huge commotion to the left of us steals my attention. Two guys are carrying a smaller guy toward the water as the smaller guy is cursing and screaming in a horrifying way. He’s trying to break free, but those guys aren’t letting up. If he didn’t laugh between each curse word I would think they were trying to kill him. As I take in each one, all extremely good-looking with dark hair and hella great bodies, tattoos and scruff on each of them, I decide they must be brothers. Man, what a gene pool.
Delanie seems to agree. “Holy fucking shit! Do you see what I am seeing?”
I nod as Mandie says, “Huh, what, oh shit.”
“Right?!” Delanie exclaims. Then together they exclaim, “Holy gene pool, batman!”
I laugh as they grin at each other. They are basically the same person, but they are right. Those boys are gorgeous. As we watch them carry the guy, I notice that everyone is staring, and how could they not? They might not be looking for the reason I am, but it’s quite the show. Both of the bigger guys’ backs are flexing in the most delectable way. It doesn’t take long before the sun is not the only thing making me hot.
“I would eat the smaller one up in one bite,” Delanie decides. “I don’t care that he is being manhandled right now by the other two. He is fucking hot. Look at that face.”
I have to agree.
“If I didn’t love Jason with every fiber in my body, I would nibble on the dude covered in tats’s ass something crazy,” Mandie says with a grin. Again, I agree. That boy’s ass is tight in those surfer shorts…but the taller one. Man. He is yummy. His torso is covered in tattoos, his arms bare, and he has scruff along his jaw that makes me want to nuzzle into it.
“Don’t thank me, Bay, you need this. I don’t want you to get burned out. Go have fun with your girls.”
I’m gonna damn well try.
Oh my God, it’s gorgeous here.
Closing my eyes, I tip my head back and let the sun warm my face. I’ve never been to Florida. We’d traveled to all the greatest hockey cities before Dad took the job in Arkansas to get their hockey team on track. And even after living there for two years, I never made my way down here. I wish I had sooner because this is amazing. The waves are crashing against my legs, the sounds of seagulls from above my head mix with the sounds of college kids being dumb, and somehow, I feel so free.
“I swear, it’s weird as hell seeing you in anything else but a hockey jersey and shorts. Especially a bikini.”
I glance over at my friend Delanie and smile. She’s right; I don’t wear bathing suits much, and especially a bikini, but I’m in Florida! Time to let loose. Unlike me, Delanie could live in a bathing suit. She has a banging body and tits that make boys chase her across campus. Her long blonde hair is airy in the wind, and the smile on her face has all the guys checking her out. She’s a hottie and so is her twin sister, Mandie. But unlike her sister, Mandie is lying the beach, ignoring us as she texts her boyfriend, which is not an uncommon act for her.
Mandie and Jason are gonna get married have two kids and three dogs with a white picket fence around their mansion. Jason plays for Arkansas University’s hockey team with me, and he’s going places. Mandie was smart to jump on that when she did. She’s gonna be set for life. Her twin sister, though, doesn’t have time for relationships, and that’s probably why I love her so much. Since Lord knows I don’t have time. Nor do I want one. The last time I went along that road, I was used and abused. So, nope, not happening until I’m like forty or something.
Looking down at my turquoise chevron bikini, I smile. I have a nice body, thanks to all the tough training I do, and nice boobs, but I have my problem area. My ass. It sucks up every single calorie in the world, and they have no plans on leaving my ass. No matter how much I try to work it off. I’m a little self-conscious since I’m sure my ass is eating my bikini bottoms, but oh well. I’m in Florida. I’m never going to see anyone here ever again.
“Yeah, weird, huh?”
She laughs as she pulls her hair up in a ponytail, adjusting her glasses before placing her hands on her hips. “Yeah, but you’re hot.”
I scoff. I’m not one of those girls who thinks they’re hot. Actually, I know I’m not. “Please.”
“No, you are,” Mandie says from the sand. “Your ass is hot from down here.”
I glance down at her and smile. “Thank you for that assessment.”
“No problem, you have nice assets.”
That has us laughing uncontrollably before Delanie says, “You should use those assets to land a fling for the weekend.”
I shake my head, rolling my eyes. “’Cause I have flings.”
“Exactly! You don’t. Have one this weekend! When was the last time you had sex?”
I shrug as I think for a second. Deciding to lie since I try really hard to ignore that one time, I say, “High school?”
They both look at me deadpan, but I don’t care. I don’t live for sex like these two.
“How depressing,” Delanie decides as she shakes her head. “You need to get laid.”
“No way,” I say back. “I don’t have time.”
“How in the world do you not have time? We are sunbathing during the day and partying at night. I feel somewhere in there you can find someone to enjoy your assets,” Mandie informs me. “Don’t be a prude. You’re supposed to be relaxing.”
“For real. Don’t be dumb. The man candy on this beach is insane. I’m going to sample a lot this weekend,” Delanie said with a man-eating grin.
“What else is new?” I ask, receiving a smack in my arm.
“Are you saying I’m a slut?”
I shake my head. “No, slut is mean. More like a cat in heat is what I would go with,” I decide.
Mandie then adds, “I would say whore, but who am I to judge? I slept with Jason the first night I met him.”
With a deadpan look, Delanie flips us both off. “Whatever.”
I smile, wrapping my arm around her and hugging her tightly. “But we love you and your overachieving promiscuity.”
Looking up at me, since I’m a good foot taller than her, she says, “I think you just insulted me.”
“Kinda, but it was out of love,” I say with a shrug.
“Why am I friends with you?”
I think for a second and then say, “Because you feel sorry for me since I’d be lost without you?”
She smiles. “That’s exactly it, you bitch.”
“I love you too,” I say, squeezing her, but I stop when a huge commotion to the left of us steals my attention. Two guys are carrying a smaller guy toward the water as the smaller guy is cursing and screaming in a horrifying way. He’s trying to break free, but those guys aren’t letting up. If he didn’t laugh between each curse word I would think they were trying to kill him. As I take in each one, all extremely good-looking with dark hair and hella great bodies, tattoos and scruff on each of them, I decide they must be brothers. Man, what a gene pool.
Delanie seems to agree. “Holy fucking shit! Do you see what I am seeing?”
I nod as Mandie says, “Huh, what, oh shit.”
“Right?!” Delanie exclaims. Then together they exclaim, “Holy gene pool, batman!”
I laugh as they grin at each other. They are basically the same person, but they are right. Those boys are gorgeous. As we watch them carry the guy, I notice that everyone is staring, and how could they not? They might not be looking for the reason I am, but it’s quite the show. Both of the bigger guys’ backs are flexing in the most delectable way. It doesn’t take long before the sun is not the only thing making me hot.
“I would eat the smaller one up in one bite,” Delanie decides. “I don’t care that he is being manhandled right now by the other two. He is fucking hot. Look at that face.”
I have to agree.
“If I didn’t love Jason with every fiber in my body, I would nibble on the dude covered in tats’s ass something crazy,” Mandie says with a grin. Again, I agree. That boy’s ass is tight in those surfer shorts…but the taller one. Man. He is yummy. His torso is covered in tattoos, his arms bare, and he has scruff along his jaw that makes me want to nuzzle into it.
