The Screw Ball (Indianapolis Lightning Book 3), Samantha Lind [the unexpected everything txt] 📗

own plate. It ended up just being the three of us that could get away so quickly for this trip.

“You guys get settled in?” Matt asks, sitting down with us.

“Somewhat,” I tell him between bites of food. “I unpacked enough to pull out our suits and my cover up. I can do the rest later. The beach and food were calling my name,” I tell him.

“Same. That early morning flight kicked my butt. I’m not a morning person.”

We casually visit while we finish up our lunches, then make our way back to the beach, finding some lounge chairs to claim as our own for the afternoon.

“Can you help me?” I ask Lucas, handing him my sunscreen.

“Absolutely.” He smirks, taking the tube from me. I watch as he squeezes some out onto his hand before setting it on the chair. He rubs his hands together as I remove my cover up. “Fuckkkkk.” He groans once he sees me in my bikini. This one isn’t all that skimpy, but still shows off all the goods. “You’re going to kill me,” he says as he starts rubbing the sunscreen on my back. Even with the heat from the sun, my skin still puckers in goosebumps as he touches me. The shiver that runs down my spine as he slips his fingers beneath the straps of my top, and under the band in the back, has me wishing we had more privacy at the moment.

“Will you too quit eye-fucking each other?” Matt asks from his beach chair on the other side of Lucas’s. “I almost feel like we’re in a fucked up threesome.” He barks out a laugh.

“You can keep your eyes and paws off my woman,” Lucas tells him, shooting him a death stare, or what I assume is a death stare underneath his sunglasses.

“I need to find myself a woman.” He groans.

“Look around, buddy, I’m sure you can find one to have a little fling with over the next few days,” Lucas tells him.

“Maybe,” Matt says as he looks down the beach. I’ve noticed a few groups of girls here, for what appears to be bachelorette weekends or just a good old fashion girls’ trip.

Once we’re both properly sun screened up, we lay back, soaking in the sun. Before I laid down, I moved my chair to be closer to Lucas’s. I grab my phone and snap a few pictures of our view, posting one of me lying on the chair with the water out in the view to my Instagram page. Enjoying paradise for the next few days! I even flip the camera around and angle myself, so Lucas is somewhat behind and next to me. I snap a picture, loving how relaxed we both appear in it, then shoot it off to Tiffany so she knows we made it here safely and are enjoying our time.

“You playing paparazzi?” Lucas asks as I set my phone back on the chair.

“Just capturing some memories,” I tell him.

“Hmmm… I can think of some other memories we can make.” He smirks, leaning over to press a kiss to my lips. I cup his cheek, loving the feel of his beard on my palm. He’s allowed it to grow out a little longer than he usually keeps it during the hotter summer months, and I have to say, it is quite sexy on him. Feels good between my thighs, that’s for sure. “You keep moaning like that and I’ll be scooping you up and hauling ass to the room so I can make you moan even louder,” he says against my lips.

“And I’m out.” Matt groans, standing from his chair. We both turn and watch him walk down to the water, and I can’t help but wonder what is up with him lately. He’s always been the easy-going kind, but lately it seems like things aren’t that way.

“Do you know what’s going on with him?” I ask Lucas as he settles himself back on his chair.

“He hasn’t said anything specific, but from the few comments he has made, I think he’s tired of the single life. He’s one of those guys that really wants to settle down and have a family, but it just hasn’t happened for him yet.”

“Poor guy,” I pout on his behalf. “He’s such a nice guy and deserves to find a woman that will make him happy.”

“Yeah,” Lucas agrees. “Maybe it will happen on this trip,” he says, pointing to where Matt is down at the water, talking to a woman and what looks to be her young son. From this distance, I’d say he’s probably five or so, based on his size, if I had to guess. I watch as Matt crouches down to the kid’s level, the smile that instantly fills his face is noticeable, even from this distance. The kid hands him his ball and Matt steps back some to toss it back to him. We both watch the interaction for a while longer. I almost feel like I’m snooping, so I pull my e-reader out of my beach bag. I get lost in my current smutty read for the next hour or so.

“Want to take a walk?” Lucas asks, pulling me from my book.

“Sure, let me just finish this chapter,” I tell him, wanting to know what happens.

It only takes me a couple minutes to finish. I slide my device back into my bag, then slip into my sandals that I’d kicked off earlier. I put my cover up in my bag and sling it over my shoulder. “Can we stop at the room so I can go to the bathroom, first, and so I can drop this off? I don’t really want to carry it on our walk.”

“Of course,” he says, leaning over to kiss me, then takes the bag from my shoulder and carries it for me. We walk up the beach hand-in-hand and straight to our room. After we both use the restroom quickly, I grab two of the water bottles from the mini