Distraction (Westbrook Series Book 1) by Laura Clark Read Free Book Online Page B

makes me wonder if he isn't doing it on purpose.
    "You guys should come back. We want get a volleyball game going in the pool." Trevor's eyes have not left mine since he came over. The thought of me wearing a swimsuit in front of him and Sam suddenly makes my stomach feel funny. I've worn a swimsuit in front of them before, but not a bikini. My body has changed quite a bit since either one of them last saw me in a bathing suit.
    Much to my relief, Devon perks up a little at the thought of swimming. The three of us head back to my house. Trevor stays in step with us with no intentions of giving us any privacy. Thank God .
    Almost everyone is already in the pool when we round the corner and pass through the gate. Chase and Sam are busy setting up the volleyball net. Avery is perched on the side of the pool dangling her feet in the water. She is wearing her red bikini with a navy and white whimsical bird print, which of course, looks completely amazing on her. As usual, all of the guys are drooling all over themselves as they gawk at her. Avery makes it harder for the rest of us girls to want to be seen in a swimming suit.
    "I have to go change into my suit," I tell Devon and Trevor. Devon is eyeing me up and down, making me wonder if he is picturing me in a bikini. This irritates me, but when I look at Trevor's wandering eyes, I realize he might be doing the exact same thing, and that kind of excites me.
    I just need to pull myself away so I can clear my head. I think Sam and Trevor are just distracting me. That is why I am having trouble connecting with Devon, right? No, I'm pretty sure I don't want to be with Devon, but perhaps a few minutes away from all of them will be good for me. I need to collect my thoughts and try to figure out what I want.
     

Chapter Five: Knock Me On The Floor
 
    I am standing in my room staring at my reflection in my full-length mirror. My new purple bikini is pretty revealing.  I wonder if I shouldn't just put my old one-piece on instead. A soft knock pulls my attention to my bedroom door.
    "Laila, can I come in?" It's Sam and I am standing here wearing nothing but a bikini. Shoot.
    "Hang on." I quickly grab one of my brother's old t-shirts that I stole and quickly throw it over my head. It hangs down so low that it almost covers my knees. Sam slowly opens the door and peeks his head inside. His eyes almost pop right out of their sockets when he sees me.
    "Please tell me you have a swimming suit under that t-shirt, Laila." The thought of him thinking I am wearing nothing but a t-shirt makes me blush hard. He must notice this because his eyes start to do that smoldering thing again, and I'm pretty sure his cheeks are a little pink, too.
    "Of course I do, Sam. Do you really think I'd let you come into my room if I wasn't dressed?" I say while rolling my eyes. My face is still hot.
    He looks down at my legs again, and kind of swallows hard, the same way that Trevor did earlier. What does that mean when guys do that?   It's almost like they are fighting back something. He makes his way into my room and sits on my bed, as if it is the most normal thing in the world.
    "What's up?" I ask while slipping on my flip-flops, trying to ignore the fact that Sam is in my room right now.
    "Do you know where your brother keeps his swim trunks? I forgot to bring mine and he seems kind of . . . preoccupied at the moment."
    It is strange how MIA Kyle has been all night. It's almost like he is avoiding Sam, or is it the other way around? Part of me secretly hopes that Sam is just trying to find any excuse he can to hang out with me. Yeah right. That seems pretty ridiculous, but a girl can dream .
    He follows me into my brother's room. It doesn't take me long to find Kyle's swim trunks because they are in the first drawer I pull open. I am about to toss them to him when I notice him slipping his shirt off over his head. The sight of his bare chest completely paralyzes me. Oh my sweet goodness. College really has