Page 84 of I Could Be Yours

“As long as he doesn’t break anything.” Dad raps anxiously on the table.

Brody jumps, tucking himself into a ball and protecting his head as he hits the water ass first.

Tristan is already out of his seat. “Oh man. Oh, that’s not great.”

I toss some money on the table, and we abandon our drinks, rushing down to where Sam and Chase are waiting for Brody. His face is green as he pulls himself out of the water and promptly drops to his knees, cupping his junk.

“Nothing hurts more than a water nut-slap,” Sam says.

“Fuck, my balls…” Brody groans.

A mom ushers her preteen daughter away, firing a dirty look over her shoulder at Brody, who is far too busy cradling his bruised balls to notice.

I crouch beside him. “Everything feel like it’s still intact?”

“I feel like they’re in my throat.” He gags. “I’m gonna?—”

I move out of the way as he tosses his cookies.

“Guess you boys aren’t up for a round two, huh?” Isaac pulls himself out of the water.

“We’ll take a cab back,” I suggest. Brody can’t handle bouncing his balls across the ocean after this.

We leave Sam and Isaac to continue their adventure and cab it back to the resort. Chase disappears into his room, still looking green, and I grab Brody’s bag from Dad’s room and take him back to mine. He’s in much better form, no longer choking on his balls.

“Look, the room situation isn’t perfect.”

“Why? What’s going on?”

I hold my wrist to the door and let him in.

Brody frowns as he takes in the space. “Who did you piss off? Why do you have this room? Dad’s is super nice. This is like…kinda shitty.”

“It was the last room in the block. There’s also a leak in the roof.”

“Why didn’t you ask to switch?”

My phone buzzes on the table.

Brody glances over. His eyes bug out as he grabs it and holds it in front of me, inadvertently unlocking it and opening to the first message. Which is from Essie. “Holy fuck. Holyfuck! Essie is sending you pictures?” His jaw drops. “Nate.”

I pinch his nipple and pluck my phone out of his hand. “Those aren’t for your eyes.”

His mouth opens and closes. His eyes are saucers, and helooks like his head is about to explode. “Essie is sending you mostly naked pictures. Bro!” He holds his hand up.

I stare at him.

“Dude.” He grabs my hand and forces me to high-five him. “Are you two…like—” He motions to his junk.

“You can’t tell anyone.” I check her most recent message.

Essie

When are you back?

You can stop by my room if you’re interested in a little dessert before dinner.

And help me pick a dress to go over this.

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