Naked Scripts
"No fighting. Bond. We'll be back for dinner."
"We'll be angels," Jake said with a grin, but his eyes flicked to me, dark and teasing.
Dad laughed. "Good. See you tonight."
The door shut behind them, leaving the cabin quiet and ours. Jake stretched again, shirtless now, his gym-built chest and arms making my mouth dry. "Lake?" he asked, voice casual but something hotter underneath.
"Yeah," I said, trying to sound normal. "Swim first."
I changed into my tiniest bikini, the red one that tied at the sides, barely covering my full tits and curvy ass. When I walked out, Jake's eyes raked over me slow, jaw tightening. "Damn, Brielle. Trying to kill me?"