Matty, on his board and on all fours, shoots JP a disgruntled look. “Easy for you to say,” he grumbles, attempting yet again to stand and failing spectacularly. He’s on his knees, clutching the sides of his board with a death grip, his tongue sticking out in concentration as he attempts to stand again. And again. Which is funny, because with his sun-kissed surfer hair, you’d think he’d have this down.
“Matty, you’re supposed to stand on the board, not spoon it,” I heckle, getting some decent laughs from the gang.
Taking my jab as a challenge, he lunges in my direction, his board jittering beneath him like a skittish pony.
I brandish my paddle in self-defense. “Watch it, man! Back off.”
In an impressive finale to his performance, Matty goes overboard, his plunge into the lake resulting in a mini tidal wave that drenches me.
He resurfaces, his eyes bulging, gasping, “My trunks!”
Silence. Then from somewhere, a snort of laughter. It spreads like wildfire.
“Fuck me, it’s an ice bath!” Matty yells.
We’re all in hysterics as we watch him try to immerse himself in the water to retrieve his trunks then jump back up again.
“You can reach them,” I splutter through my giggles. “The water’s nearly standing height.”
“I’m going to die here. Ahhh.”
“Easy there,” JP soothes, paddling toward our damsel in distress. “Breathe, buddy.”
But Matty’s too busy being melodramatic. Screaming, he hoists himself back onto the board, and in doing so, presents us with a full-frontal view that no one signed up for. The laughter amplifies to deafening levels.
“Oh my God!” Taylor shrieks.
I shriek in mortified amusement, shielding my eyes too late. The image of Matty’s crown jewels glinting in the sunlight is seared into my retinas. “Christ, Matty!” I yell between bouts of laughter. “There are things in life that cannot be unseen!”
“I’m cold!” he howls. “Normally, it’s much more impressive than this, I swear!”
With a surprising suavity, JP dives off his board into the lake, presumably in a search and rescue mission for the lost trunks. The sight has me flushing despite myself. Who knew trunks retrieval could look so heroic?
Matty flattens himself on the board in a feeble attempt at modesty, mooning us with his hairy ass.
The sight sends us into fits of laughter, knocking each other off our boards like dominoes. I’m overcome with giggles and slip off my board, hitting the water with a resounding splash. Trust, indeed.
Water floods my mouth, quickly quenching the remnants of my laughter and replacing it with frantic thrashing.
Suddenly, I’m yanked upward by a powerful grip around my waist-a grip so secure it can only belong to one person. I break the surface, gasping and sputtering, my lungs burning. I retch up what feels like gallons of lake water.
From behind me, a low, commanding voice cuts through my coughs. “You okay?”
I finally stop spewing lake liquid from my face.
Blushing, I turn to thank him, my legs reacting without conscious thought. They swing around, accidentally finding a perch on his hips. Our bodies align in a startlingly intimate pose.
His eyes widen in surprise, but his arms hold firm around me, locking me in place. The laughter around us fades into a distant hum as we lock eyes, his hold never loosening.
“I…” I start, my cheeks flushing even brighter as I realize our compromising position. “I… um, thank you.”
I am suddenly aware of the distinct shape of something firm pressing against the fabric of my bathing suit. Holy shit, is JP semi-hard? Over me? In this cold water? The whole thing feels like a miracle.
Luckily the others are too busy laughing at Matty or trying to get back on their own boards to see our intimate embrace.
His lips part as if he’s going to say something, but he tightens his grip around my waist and now I can really feel his cock, hard against my swimsuit-clad pussy.
Oh my God. My pulse races and all logical thoughts vanish. I’m so turned on I would happily have sex right here in the lake in front of the team.
He watches me intently, his eyes never leaving mine. His pupils dilate and his breathing becomes shallow.
“Fuck,” he groans roughly.
I can’t help myself. My hips move of their own accord, pressing flush against the hardness of his arousal through the thin layers of fabric.
His fingers squeeze at the flesh of my ass, massaging it roughly in a way that leaves no question of what he wants from me: he wants me to spread my legs wide open so that he can slide his-
The thought crashes into a wall when I remember where we are: surrounded by teammates lounging on their boards and floating nearby.
I look up. Matty, in all his bare-assed bravery, is lodged between the two Tonys, who are practically brawling to knock him off his board again.
Among the chaos, one pair of watchful eyes is directed at us. Taylor.
JP sees it too. His features contort into surprise for a moment, as if he’s forgotten that he’s in the middle of a team gathering.
“Can you get on the board yourself?” he asks me roughly.
I give him a flustered nod. Then, pushing away from him in the water, I paddle awkwardly back toward my own board, my heart thumping in my chest.
JP slices through the water with powerful strokes, Matty’s trunks clenched in one fist. I hadn’t even noticed him retrieve them in the haze of adrenaline.
“My trunks!” Matty yells in relief as JP tosses them onto his board.
As JP hoists himself onto his board, water streams down each chiseled muscle, tracing the path I desperately want my hands to follow. The chilly water may as well be a hot spring with the molten desire coursing through my veins.
JP
We paddleboarded for hours, until the cold air and water force us to head back. Despite their yearning for Vegas’s buzzing nightlife, the team appeared genuinely entertained. Even Dwayne, typically buried in his data analysis, seemed to be having a good time. I’m glad to report no injuries under my supervision.
The exhaustion from the day’s antics hit everyone hard on the bus ride back, as they fell asleep one by one.