It didn’t take long for my eyes to wander around, drinking in all the golden bare skin around me. There were some beauties around here today and I was spoilt for choice. I wanted to thank whoever came up with the idea of cut-off denim shorts; the ones that went as high as they could, letting me glimpse the perfectly rounded cheeks of a delicious woman. Fuck. I needed to get laid. I was waxing lyrical about girls and their shorts for fuck’s sake. Next I’d be on to bikini tops that all the festival girls had on, showing me their handfuls of fun. One pull of the string and they were there, ready, for me to play with them. “I’m getting a drink,” I said to Noah who was standing beside me, his arm around Ivy. She was wearing a bikini top and had the best…nope. Sister. She was a sister to me now. Noah would have my ass if he saw my eyes on them for even a second. Zac came up to us with two beers in his hand and passed one to me.
What do You think about Enjoying Trouble (Trouble #3)?
