Katie Nolan Bikini Novels & Stories

Cooler dragged up like we’re celebrating the end of civilization. I’m leaning on the railing talking to Jax about nothing when she walks out. Black bikini. High cut. Tiny triangles tied with strings that look like they’d snap if you breathed on them wrong. Sheer cover up floating open in the breeze like it’s trying to ruin me personally. Jax whistles. Lena squeals. Noah gives her the brother nod. Protective but clueless. I can’t look away. My beer stops halfway to my mouth. She drops the cover up onto a chair. Bare skin. Tan lines I didn’t know she had. The dip of her waist. The curve of her hips. Legs that go on forever. She laughs at something Lena says and her whole body moves. Soft, conf

His face never loses its heavenly smile because of the many messages he receives from different women that he once tasted. “Be zankful I didn't tell Tom and Seb about your irresponsibility for being followed by zose mistresses of yours.” Val stopped browsing the phone and looked at Katerina, wearing a Manhattan Black strappy halter V-neckline bikini top with ruched detailing and low rise strappy string bikini bottom. He couldn’t avoid looking at her body with a chest of 40 inches, waist in 24.4 inches, and hip in 36.2 inches.