Page 42 of Hawaii Can Suck It

But oh, buckle up, it gets worse.

More cutouts on her hips, little delicate straps with white beads holding the bottoms in place. And a single strip of fabric connecting the top to the bottom, trailing over her stomach in a way that is so damn sensual, so effortlessly erotic, that I can’t stop picturing her arching under me.

Fuck.Every guy here is staring at her like she’s the best thing on the menu.

“Damn, Cam!” Blaze shouts from across the pool. “You’ve been holding out on us! All that fire hiding under them cargo pants? You’re fine as hell!”

I’m going to kill him.

I move with clenched fists of rage. Cam steps in, blocking my path, andChrist—the back view is even more sinful.

“Blaze,” she sighs, “if you want to keep your teeth, stop talking.”

He grins. “What? I’m only spitting facts! Everyone’s thinking it!”

“Hello?” Astrid pushes out her artificially round boobs, held in by her neon orange bikini. “These are literally right here!”

“What’s wrong, Astrid? Jealous of my new girlfriend?”

Shit. Did I actually say that?

“What? Camera girl?” Her tone drips pure venom. “How about never?”

“Yo, you guys are dating?” Blaze claps. “That’s sick. Congrats, bro! This is like when my pet hamster met my other pet hamster and they had baby hamsters!”

Astrid whips out her phone, locked, loaded, and recording, before I can blink.

“Besties! Stop everything! The tea is SCALDING! Reece is so desperate right now. He’s like, copying me? With…” she zooms in on Cam, “…that? If you think you can win this competition with those thunder thighs, you’re more delusional than when you thought I actually orgasmed.”

Cam reaches up, twisting her hair into a ponytail with her scrunchie, and everything… bounces. “Why don’t you come closer and say that to my face?”

“Oh honey.” Astrid’s tone could freeze hell. “You’re not even in my tax bracket. Go hide behind your little camera where you belong.”

Something in me snaps. I charge forward, my camera rolling hot. “See, that’s your problem, Astrid. You work so hard chasing perfection, you’ve forgotten what real beauty is.” I grab Cam’s hand, spinning her slowly, showcasing every gorgeous curve. “This? This is what perfection looks like. You can snap a pic and take it to your next doctor’s appointment. C’mon, Cam. Let’s go win these games.”

I wrap my arm around Cam’s waist, and holy hell—her skin is soft.

“Don’t let her get to you.” I murmur, trying to ignore how right she feels.

“Thanks for defending me.”

Reality backhands me—I’m touching her. Actually touching her. I quickly pull away.

Hands off, Dare! Pull yourself together!

***

Resortcouplesofalltypes, from honeymooners to anniversary lovebirds, gather around the pool. They have no idea they’re about to witness my descent into madness.

“First challenge!” Kai announces. “The couples’ relay race! The stronger partner must carry the other through the pool as if rushing toward mutual pleasure.”

Shit.Cam has to hold the camera while I hold… her.

The horn sounds, and we jump into the water. Blaze and Astrid are synchronized dolphins. They’re on the move, and she’s clinging to him like a horny mermaid, somehow managing to film and narrate the whole thing.

Me? I’m having a crisis.

I think of every position possible to not touch too much of Cam.

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