CHAPTER 3
HAILEY
We pull into the beach lot. Tyler kills the engine, hops out like nothing happened.
I climb off Jake’s lap on shaky legs, c*m dripping down my thighs under the cut-offs. He tucks himself away, smirks, and slaps my ass once as we grab the cooler.
Twenty minutes later Tyler’s already flirting hard with some blonde in a red bikini. Two shots of tequila and they’re stumbling toward the public bathrooms, her giggling, his hand on her ass.
Jake watches them disappear, then turns to me, eyes dark.
“Get over here.”
He drags me behind the lifeguard tower, out of sight, and yanks my bikini top down.
My t**s spill free. He groans, latches onto one n****e, sucking hard, teeth grazing, tongue flicking until I’m whimpering.
“Jake—someone will see—”
“Let them,” he growls, switc
