Page 17 of Desolation
Laughter, receding footsteps and along with an indulgent, “Okay, Lana.”
Taking one last glance in the mirror and feeling satisfied with my choice, I slip on my clothes over the bikini and slide into the sandals. On my way out, I grab my bag of essentials.I debate whether to pick up my ‘phone’ as an essential item but decide against it.
Growing up, we saw far too many families with their faces glued to their phone screens, ignoring the memories they could make together. Perhaps it was the fact that we had terrible families until we made our own here, but the guys and I made a pact to avoid using them as much as possible. We decided to truly enjoy our time together and be present in the moment.
It’s go time, baby.
Oh wait, perk up the girls.
Reaching a hand into my top, I adjust my boobs to push them up and together, maximizing their appeal. I’d say they’re an average C cup—perky and attention-grabbing, but not enough to make their eyes bug out of their heads like some of the girls I’ve seen them bring home.
Now I’m ready.
Maybe trying to get their attention with my body isn’t the best way to gauge what they’re thinking but it sure as hell will be a confidence booster and that, I could really do with.
Men think with their cocks, not their brains. I want to see how much they want me and I’m not above playing a little dirty.
Bouncing down the stairs, I notice quite a few eyes glued to my boobs as the girls jump with my steps. I give myself a mental pat on the back but don’t let my pride show.
This is going to be easy.I wonder how far I can push them today?
As I come to a standstill in front of them, I take the guys in, dressed in their swim trunks. A heat builds within me at the sight of them and I clench my thighs together at the rush of desire. I’ve always been attracted to them, obviously, but I’ve never allowed myself toreallylook.
This is the longest I’ve ever ogled them. After last night with Ash, I can’t stop myself from eye fucking every single one of them.Talk about flustrated again.
“Ready to go?” I chirp at the group, dropping my gaze to survey the bags they’ve lined up and our cooler.
When no one responds, I look up to them trying to act like they weren’t checking me out.
Idiots.
Clapping my hands together, I draw their attention to my eyes, not my boobs or the wall or wherever else. “Hello? Do you guys still understand English? Are we good to go? To the lake? To swim?”
A chorus of answers in the affirmative follows.
“Are my chips packed? I am seriously craving those bad boys.”
Hale chokes on a laugh before answering. “Yes, your …bad boysare packed.”
I narrow my eyes at him.Ha. Ha. I see what you did there, buddy. Good one.
When he smiles innocently at me, I hum before clapping. “Great!” I point towards the door. “Autobots, roll out!”
“Are you ever going to come up with a new phrase?” Leo asks from behind me.
Whirling around, I narrow my eyes at him and lower my voice.I bet I look fucking menacing right now.“Do you have a problem with the best cinematic phrase to ever grace this planet? Be careful how you answer.”
He has the nerve to roll his eyes at me as if I’m being dramatic.
Me? Dramatic? Never.
“Juicy Fruit, you’ve been saying that same phrase for the past five years. Maybe it’s time for a new one?” Luke says, turning my scathing glare to him.
I’m marveled at the steel balls they have to insultTransformerslike this. To my face. No hesitation.
Wait a second … Juicy Fruit?
The indignation gives way to confusion and I furrow my brow at Luke. “That has to be the oddest nickname I’ve ever heard. Are you implying I’m plump like a fruit? Do I need to lose weight or something?”
