Page 44 of Savored Sins
Autumn murmurs her agreement, then does the one thing I was both hoping she would and wouldn’t do. She unclasps her necklace and shoves it in her pocket. Then she strips off her tank, revealing a hot pink string bikini top that barely holds her tits up. How the hell is she gonna play volleyball inthat? And more importantly, how the hell amIgoing to get through this game without drooling? Fuck my life.
I glance at Jenny, who doesn’t seem to have even noticed the change in Autumn’s attire. She’s laughing along with the rest of them, and doesn't even wait for me as she jogs across the sand, where Trey and Phoebe are already tossing the volleyball around. Jenny’s boobs also look pretty good as she runs, and I’m really starting to regret my suggestion. I never thought too many bouncing boobs would be a bad thing, but holy shit. Here we are.
Benji comes up beside me as we jog, claps me on the back. He must have seen me staring because he shoots me a sideways grin and mutters, “Keep it in your pants, bro.”
I scoff. “My dude, these chicks will be taking it outforme by the time this night is over.”
“You’re nasty,” Benji says, scrunching up his nose while laughing just the same. “Although I honestly don’t doubt it.”
I’ve got half a mind to tell him I’ve already hadboththose chicks out there—excluding Phoebe obviously,ewww—but then I remember my promise to Autumn. Benji wouldn’t tell Will or Lydia, but he might tell Phoebe, and Phoebe would absolutely go spilling that tea. So I keep my mouth shut.
“You ready?” Trey shouts from across the net.
We’re all lined up on our respective sides: me and Jenny with Benji and Phoebe, and Autumn and Will with Trey and Dustin.
Trey tosses the ball up in front of him and, with a long, muscled arm, serves it over the net. Jenny’s got her eye on the ball, hopping back a few feet to give it a little bump so I can glide in to set things up for Phoebe. With a loud grunt, my sister jumps high and spikes the ball hard, pummeling it down over the net where it looks like it’s going to?—
Boom.
Dustin dives low, and the ball goes flying up again. The game’s in full swing, and we’re all laughing now, our shouts mingling with the music and the voices drifting in from the crowds. We’re keeping it pretty even, and you better believePhoebe’s keeping score. If we win, there’s nowayshe’s letting Will forget it for the next five years. Her competitive streak is second to goddamn none.
But Autumn’s the real star of the show. She must’ve played in high school or college or something, becauseshit. Hot stuff canspike. I’ve already missed one spike of hers, and Benji’s missed like three—although, to be fair, for being a yoga teacher, Benji kind of sucks. He definitely didn’t get the sports gene. Jenny’s holding her own, and I have to admit… I feel a little smug watching her go at it across from Autumn. I’m not even sure why.
Or maybe I just like watching the two of them as they jump high and land back in the sand, their tits bouncing in their bikini tops and their hair coming gorgeously undone in the sea breeze. At one point, Phoebe’s spike hits Will square in the face, and I burst out laughing, falling into Jenny and toppling us both into the sand.
As we get up, still gasping with laughter, she cuts in front of me to retake her position in front of the net, and I can’t help it—I reach out and give her ass a little pinch. She flashes me a suggestive grin, and we both zero back in on the game.
It’s quick, hardly even noticeable. But there’s Autumn, gearing up to serve the ball, and her eyes are shooting fucking daggers at me. No way. Is she…jealous?
With her gaze fixed on me, she holds the ball still, swings back her arm, and brings her fist pummeling into the ball, sending it flying sharp and hard in my direction. I hit it easily, and Phoebe keeps it in play, sending it back over the net to Trey.
We go back and forth like that for a minute, a quick, punchy play of the ball across the net, punctuated only by our panting and Will’s dumbass grunting. And then suddenly, Autumn gives the highest jump I’ve ever seen and smacks the ball right downin front of Jenny, so hard it sprays sand everywhere as Jenny gives a little shriek.
Yep. Definitely jealous.
When I look up, Autumn’s jaw is taut, and her green eyes are blazing. She looks like some kind of fiery, hotheaded vixen, and it turns me on. Even though she’s got the smuggest fucking look on her face, she still ducks under the net to help Jenny up, clapping her on the back. She tucks the ball under her arm and juts a hip out to the side.
“I think I’m done,” she pants.
“Me too,” Jenny says, flashing Autumn a smile. She looks at Phoebe. “Who won?”
“I don’t know, I lost track,” Phoebe says with a shrug.
Which means we lost—but I don’t say anything. Because dang, I’m not trying to getmorewomen mad at me. I can tell from Benji’s smothered smile he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
“Good game, guys,” Autumn says. She high fives the guys on her team, and slips an arm around Phoebe’s waist in consolation. And then, with her pert little nose in the air, she strides right past me in a way that makes my skin prickle. Her jean shorts are riding up her ass as she walks, and although I’m already in a state of semi-hardness, I can’t help but stare.Down, Richard. Stay. Down.
“Maybe she wants her ass pinched,” Jenny breathes into my ear.
My pulse quickens, and I whip around to face her, guilty as fuck for being caught out. But she only rolls her eyes, giving me a playful little jab in the ribs and tilting her head toward the rest of the crowd. Relief rushes through me—because not only am I not about to get yelled at, but Jenny’s apparently clear on what we are and are not.
At the same time… shit.
It’s not only me that’s noticed Autumn’s jealous. Jenny, at least, picked up on it—and I’d be willing to bet it didn’t get past Benji, either.
And although I don’t really care if other people noticed, the fact that Autumn’s jealous to begin with worries me. Am I flattered? Duh. Does it make me want to drag her back to the car and fuck her brains out? For sure.
But it also makes me nervous. Because she’s about to be disappointed. I thought it was obvious, but… I don’t do relationships.
