higher, followed by Faustine who brought her a cool drink.
Damn was pointedly focusing all his attention on Sash, making it very clear to Indie who he was interested in and that it was her friend he'd been after last night. They were leaned in, head to head, while Indie sat to the side. Sash laughed just a little too obviously for Indie's taste and was careful to avoid looking at her. Shit, are you bitching your best friend, who brought you down here and is taking care of your tropical vacation, over a guy you don't even like?
Big deal if it was Sasha he was into to and only hung out with Indie once he discovered she was Sasha's little friend. It was Sasha he'd invited to ski, hadn't even asked if Indie knew how. What had he said?- “And bring your friend!” Yeah, she was there to play chaperone for all the illicit cuckolding going down in paradise. She lifted her head and caught the Mamma's full glare, eyes boring into her as though she'd pocketed the silver spoons. Sheeeet.
“ Allez , come let's get the boat.” Damn leapt up as though the gathering had suddenly bored him and stood, hands on hips, waiting for them to muster. It was a huge relief to get through that hour, finish up the obligatory refreshment the maid brought out and get out of there for the serenity of the wide blue sea. There was nothing relaxing in that corner of paradise. Before they left, Grand Mamma had an instruction for her darling boy. Of course Indie didn't understand the fast French, especially as it was uttered in an odd accent she hadn't been exposed to in Hudson High. She petted Damn and appeared to give instruction for his well-being, like put on sunscreen, or the beach version of button up your coat and get a scarf, judging by the way he rolled his eyes.
He accepted Mamma's coddling but was annoyed and took it out on Laurent when he refused to come skiing. It was obvious their tiff was about Laurent's unsuitable clothing for taking to the water, but Damn howled him down louder and louder, so that all the wedding friends stared and Laurent removed his leather shoes and socks and trailed the three down the beach.
“Wait here,” Damn ordered as he strode into the water and dove like a dolphin to swim strongly out to a sleek white and navy speedboat. He made an Olympic quality handstand dive and a minute later emerged from the water with the anchor which he tossed into the boat and hauled himself up after. Every muscle ripping in unison up his arms, across his broad torso, down into his stretched thighs. Sheesh, the man was a demi-god. Indie was mesmerized and her pussy gave a twinkle of agreement as she felt her cheeks bloom hot.
She looked up and saw Laurent staring at her intently. What the fuck was his problem? Sasha waded right out to the boat and pulled herself up on her arms, then swung with athletic grace into the white leather seat. When Damn brought the low speeder as close to the sand as possible, Indie stepped through the water and still hospital-stay weak had to accept a hand up from him to climb in. Laurent dragged his tight designer jeans as far up his calves as possible and climbed in, furious that they were edged wet.
Chapter Six
Sasha came out on the mono-ski first time, finding her balance by pushing her hips far forward and leaning her body back low, all while laughing happily. She bounced smoothly across the wake and took the tow bar in one hand to give them a wave.
“Your turn,” she told Indie, scissoring back out of the water after her twenty minute ride.
“Oh, I'm no good at that,” Indie blundered. “I told you, I've only tried it once.” And spent the whole lesson getting dragged out of the water when the boat started up and instantly face-planting back in.
“Nonsense, how else are you going to learn. Take the opportunity while Damien can give you some pointers.”
Indie looked at the guy in dark black glasses who appeared to have forgotten she was alive. I mean really, Laurent and I are a
Damn was pointedly focusing all his attention on Sash, making it very clear to Indie who he was interested in and that it was her friend he'd been after last night. They were leaned in, head to head, while Indie sat to the side. Sash laughed just a little too obviously for Indie's taste and was careful to avoid looking at her. Shit, are you bitching your best friend, who brought you down here and is taking care of your tropical vacation, over a guy you don't even like?
Big deal if it was Sasha he was into to and only hung out with Indie once he discovered she was Sasha's little friend. It was Sasha he'd invited to ski, hadn't even asked if Indie knew how. What had he said?- “And bring your friend!” Yeah, she was there to play chaperone for all the illicit cuckolding going down in paradise. She lifted her head and caught the Mamma's full glare, eyes boring into her as though she'd pocketed the silver spoons. Sheeeet.
“ Allez , come let's get the boat.” Damn leapt up as though the gathering had suddenly bored him and stood, hands on hips, waiting for them to muster. It was a huge relief to get through that hour, finish up the obligatory refreshment the maid brought out and get out of there for the serenity of the wide blue sea. There was nothing relaxing in that corner of paradise. Before they left, Grand Mamma had an instruction for her darling boy. Of course Indie didn't understand the fast French, especially as it was uttered in an odd accent she hadn't been exposed to in Hudson High. She petted Damn and appeared to give instruction for his well-being, like put on sunscreen, or the beach version of button up your coat and get a scarf, judging by the way he rolled his eyes.
He accepted Mamma's coddling but was annoyed and took it out on Laurent when he refused to come skiing. It was obvious their tiff was about Laurent's unsuitable clothing for taking to the water, but Damn howled him down louder and louder, so that all the wedding friends stared and Laurent removed his leather shoes and socks and trailed the three down the beach.
“Wait here,” Damn ordered as he strode into the water and dove like a dolphin to swim strongly out to a sleek white and navy speedboat. He made an Olympic quality handstand dive and a minute later emerged from the water with the anchor which he tossed into the boat and hauled himself up after. Every muscle ripping in unison up his arms, across his broad torso, down into his stretched thighs. Sheesh, the man was a demi-god. Indie was mesmerized and her pussy gave a twinkle of agreement as she felt her cheeks bloom hot.
She looked up and saw Laurent staring at her intently. What the fuck was his problem? Sasha waded right out to the boat and pulled herself up on her arms, then swung with athletic grace into the white leather seat. When Damn brought the low speeder as close to the sand as possible, Indie stepped through the water and still hospital-stay weak had to accept a hand up from him to climb in. Laurent dragged his tight designer jeans as far up his calves as possible and climbed in, furious that they were edged wet.
Chapter Six
Sasha came out on the mono-ski first time, finding her balance by pushing her hips far forward and leaning her body back low, all while laughing happily. She bounced smoothly across the wake and took the tow bar in one hand to give them a wave.
“Your turn,” she told Indie, scissoring back out of the water after her twenty minute ride.
“Oh, I'm no good at that,” Indie blundered. “I told you, I've only tried it once.” And spent the whole lesson getting dragged out of the water when the boat started up and instantly face-planting back in.
“Nonsense, how else are you going to learn. Take the opportunity while Damien can give you some pointers.”
Indie looked at the guy in dark black glasses who appeared to have forgotten she was alive. I mean really, Laurent and I are a
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