“Your favorite person is here.”
Seconds later, the door opens and Cade walks in with his two friends. They look like they're in actual heaven. One of them nudges Cade in the arm.
“Dude,” he says in disbelief. “Your mom hit the fucking jackpot.”
I consider saying something about how this house has nothing to do with Nora or anyone else but me and my dad, but starting an argument on night one isn't really on my list. Cade doesn't answer him as he comes over to me and leans on the other side of the island.
“Nice house.”
I keep my expression neutral. “Thanks.”
“So,” he looks me up and down, making my eyes narrow. “Which rooms are ours?”
When his eyes linger a little too long on my chest, I reach forward and use my index finger under his chin to lift his head back up. “East wing.”
Sure, I could let them pick their own, but having him on the opposite side of the house is probably the best bet. Keep him as far away from Kellan as possible.
He smirks at me and backs away, grabbing his bag off the floor and heading toward the other side of the estate. Now that I think about it, I should have put him in the guest house. Probably would have been safer.
“How's that going?” Tess asks as soon as he's gone.
I huff. “He's infuriating.”
She snorts and wraps her arms around me, resting her chin on my shoulder. “Yeah, but you have to admit, he's really hot.”
A low whine emits from the back of my throat, but I don't answer her. Not because she's wrong, but because she's right. So fucking right.
MY ALARM GOES OFF at six in the morning. Kellan groans next to me, mumbling something about turning off the siren. I sit up and silence the sound before tying my hair up. Brady should be here any minute, and if I'm not caffeinated by the time he is, it's not going to go well for me.
I turn on the coffee pot and grab the creamer from the fridge. As I turn around, however, I smack directly into something hard. I topple backward until a hand wraps around my lower back and pulls me in. It takes me a minute to realize it's Cade.
Stepping back, I find him standing in front of me half naked, once again, only this time he's in a pair of board shorts. My eyes rake down his body involuntarily, like I'm unable to stop myself. When they linger a little too long on his abs, he grabs my chin and brings my focus back to his face—just like I did to him last night. I swallow harshly.
“You know,” he says, caging me in with his hands on the fridge. “If you want me, all you have to do is ask.”
What an arrogant prick.
I bite my lip, running the tip of my finger down his perfectly toned stomach. I dip inside his shorts for a second before continuing down the outside. His pupils are blown wide as I lightly brush over his quickly hardening cock.
My palm flattens against him. “Is this what you wanted?”
He moans softly and rests his head against mine, until I grip his balls in a vice grip. He hisses in pain, and it only pleases me more.
“If I wanted you, you'd know it,” I growl.
The doorbell rings and I let go, smiling as he falls to the ground and curls into a ball. I let Brady in, pepped up and ready to dance.
“Let's go out back,” I tell him. “We can practice there.”
At the sound of a whimper, he turns around and sees Cade on the floor but I don't stop walking.
“Uh, is he okay?”
I glance over at the lump of a man and shrug. “Don't know. Don't care.”
10
CADE
Jealousy isn't a thing I do well. It's not something I've ever really had to deal with—until now. There is something about seeing Kellan's hands on Lennon that sets my blood on fire. It's like every chance he gets, he's rubbing it in my face that he has her and I don't.
I shouldn't want her. Shouldn't want this. But fuck, there's something pulling me to her and not a damn thing I can do about it. Even after damn near ripping off my manhood with her bare hand, I want her. What kind of sick fuck am I?
My board soars across the water, whipping with ease at every turn I make. Lennon's friend Charleigh and Kellan’s side piece are sitting on the beach, watching Bryce, Jayden, and me surf. Their desperation is almost comical. Although, I think Jayden may end up actually making a move on Charleigh. Whatever floats his boat.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Lennon on the balcony of her room. She's watching me, too. That thought alone has me wanting to show off—show her what a real man looks like. I spin the board into the perfect roundhouse cutback and grin to myself as I pull it off. When I look back up at the balcony, however, Kellan has her turned around and pinned against the railing.
Fucking asshole.
“You're such a tool,” Bryce teases as I paddle back out.
I mock confusion. “I don't know what you're talking about.”
“The fuck you don't. This isn't a competition. Tell me you didn't do that roundhouse cutback for Lennon's sake.”
I smirk. “What if I wanted to impress our little entourage over there?”
He glances back at Charleigh and Skye. “Nah. You know Jayden is considering Charleigh, and you wouldn't dip your dick into anything Kellan's been with.” He pauses and the two of us share a look. “Except maybe Lennon.”
I scoop up a ridiculous amount of water and splash him with it. “You're sick. She's practically my sister.”
“Hardly, and your parents aren't even married.”
Instead of listening to him and being forced into denying more shit I have no business talking about, I see the next wave coming in and start paddling away. “Sorry, bruh, the water calls.”
ONE OF THE THINGS about waking up early every morning to go surfing is that your body develops an internal alarm clock of sorts. It's at the point now where even if I wanted to sleep in, I can't.
I hop out of bed and head for the balcony. I'm instantly disappointed by the fact that there aren't enough waves to boogie board, let alone surf. I'm just about to get back in bed when I see her. Lennon is on the patio, running through a dance routine with her friend.
The way he grips her hips as he lifts her into the air spurs something inside of me. It's like my mind knows he's gay, but with Lennon, I lose all sense of logic. It's dangerous, playing this game, but anyone would admit she's nearly impossible to ignore. Her infectious smile. Her strong willed personality. And her vice grip. I wince at the memory.
“She's gorgeous, isn't she?” an irritating voice says from behind me.
Yeah, like I'd ever admit that out loud. “I've seen better.”
Kellan steps up next to me. “Good, then focus your eyes on them instead of my girlfriend. I could see you staring from the kitchen windows.”
I laugh dryly. “You are one insecure son of a bitch, aren't you?”
“Cut the shit, Knight. I've seen the way you look at her. She isn't single, you know?”
My eyes roll. “Obviously. You've made sure to hump her like a dog in heat every time I'm within fifty feet of you two.”