the ball, he tensed wondering if she would have a wardrobe mulfunction as she pushed her chest out and the gape in between her breasts widened, giving a tantalizing view of the inner parts of her cute breasts.
“Are you going to join?”
“Or sit like statues?” Manuel asked finishing Stefano’s question.
Stefano shook his head and smirked. He walked over to where the girls had left their clothes and undressed, then dived in and swam to the center of their volleyball game. “Manuel,” he called out. “You need to come and even the game,” he said. “Okay, ladies. Which side do I join?”
“Manuel will have to join the east coast team, and you’ll come and join us. We are the west coast team,” Ana said and rolled her eyes. “Don’t ask.”
Mitch stood up. “Everybody up,” he said in his army voice. “We can’t let Stefano and Manuel have all the fun.” He dropped his pants and pulled off his t-shirt. “Drop y our pants gentlemen. Now,” he said in a deeper voice.
He almost laughed when they all followed his instructions, and soon everybody was ready to jump into the water. He motioned with his head for them to start walking, then he followed them. They simply got into the water and each one went to the team that their significant other was playing in. Nate with no choice, except to make the numbers balance, went with Mitch to join Evelyn, Jes and Manuel.
The game then got very competitive and crowded. Nate kept brushing against Jes as they both ran to hit the ball back to the other side. Each time was like an electric shock and he wondered why he wasn’t dead yet. Water and electricity didn’t mix. The electric current kept zapping into him, repeatedly. Little curents, big currents, they just kept zapping him. He wanted to take her somewhere private and explore those electric currents. They were making him hard and he was grateful for the water body that kept his private parts covered.
Nate quickly got out of the pool when the game ended. He had the perfect excuse. Grilling for lunch. He took his duty with more seriousness than ever trying not to think about the past sixty minutes of bumping into Jes and feeling her soft skin against his. Brief though each moment had been.
Nate took his platter of grilled steak and left the chicken thighs grilling. He laid it on the table and went indoors to take the salad bowl back outside. He looked over to the pool and called out that lunch was served. He saw Gabe and Ana, Mitch and Evelyn and Rafe and Kelly all grabbing each other like the world was coming to an end. Jes was sitting in between Manuel and Stefano, talking by the shallow steps. A sudden wave of jealousy rose in his chest and he clutched it in surprise.
He knew his brother wouldn’t move onto a woman, and neither would Stefano, but he wanted to be the one rubbing shoulders with her. He was glad when they all came to the table, but how he ended up sitting next to Jes he didn’t know. It was both a heady feeling and torture, all rolled into one.
The least he could do as a civil human being, was to engage her in conversation. The safest topic was her calling. The wedding planning she did for her clients. And since Ana was her client, he knew he would be seeing her more often than he might have liked. Never a coward, he took the bull by it’s horns and plunged in.
Jes was surprised when Nate who was sitting next to her suddenly asked her about planning weddings. What man voluntarily wanted to hear about weddings? Was he being sincere or just being polite? As a lunch guest, perhaps?
“I’m actually not just a wedding planner, but an event planner,” she volunteered.
“You mean, you do birthday parties, dinner parties, Christmas parties and the like?”
She nodded. “More or less.”
“We’ve been meaning to have a welcome party for Ana at the office. Would you be interested in organizing that?” Huh? Nate asked himself. Where had that come from?
“Seriously?” Jes asked. Now