Knot So Lucky (Destination Love, #1)(61)

“Waters?” I offer, putting my bag on the edge of the counter as I walk toward the refrigerator.

But a crashing sound immediately spins me around as everything from inside my bag spills out all over the floor.

“Shit,” I rush out, as my tanning oil hemorrhages out over the marble floors. I look up, noticing Crew closest to the paper towels. “Hey, grab me some, please.”

But instead of jumping into action, he starts chuckling at me because the moment I got down on all fours, my hand slid straight across the floor, leaving me on my belly.

“Look at you…all laid out on the floor. Fellas, take a look at my…erm…our girl. If I didn’t know any better…”

I cut him off, laughing at myself.

“Shut up.” I lift my dry hand for him to help me out, but instead, he takes it and spins me in a circle, making me scream a laugh as the other guys look on, entertained.

“Will someone tell him to stop playing around,” I scold playfully, not at all mad.

Neither of the guys says a thing as they walk toward me and Crew.

I let out a quiet breath because there’s a shift that’s palpable when those two work as a team. And suddenly, I’m pretty sure the goal isn’t to get me on my feet. More like onto my back.

My gaze shifts between them. Their eyes are on my body at the same time, drifting over their favorite parts. I smirk before I huff a laugh. Because I’ve been in a bikini all day in front of these three, but somehow, it’s in this moment that I feel half naked. Completely exposed.

Jesus. They’re coming on stronger than they ever have.

“Or…” Nate draws out, stopping and looking down at me. “Instead of telling Crew to stop, we could tell him to keep playing around. Right, Crew? I think that’s a better plan…”

Crew looks at TJ and then Nate like they’ve suddenly developed telekinesis before TJ chuckles and squats. He runs one of his hands through the oil before bringing it to my legs and slicking it over my skin.

Oh, helloooo.

I hear Crew let out a quiet growl next to me.

“You know what this reminds me of, darlin’?” TJ grins.

“Not a clue,” I whisper before biting my bottom lip.

“Spin the bottle.”

I laugh, throwing my head back before I say, “TJ. How does me covered in oil on the floor remind you of spin the bottle?”

But TJ doesn’t answer me before he looks at Crew and smirks, taking my hand from him.

“I say we spin Eleanor, and whatever lands in front of us, we kiss. What do you think, Crew? You in?”

I smile, not minding where this is going at all.

Crew steals my hand back, gritting, “I go first.”

Oh shit. Here we go. I’m either going to throw up all over the floor, or I’m about to go to sexual heaven. The lord really does giveth and giveth and giveth.

Fucketh the taking away part.

I look up at Crew, then Nate, then TJ, but nobody is looking at me. They’re staring at each other. What is happening? If this is one of those little competitions again, my pussy may not survive, but the soldier in me wants to try anyway.

“Am I spinning myself?” I tease, biting my bottom lip as I laugh.

But Crew’s eyes snap to me, his jaw tense before suddenly, the world whizzes by. He spins me around, making me scream with laughter and land splayed out with my leg next to him.

“You’re nuts” tumbles out as he grabs my calf, lifting my shin to his mouth and kissing it softly.

I suck in a quiet breath, my body stilling as our eyes meet and he kisses it again. Something in his eyes has mine locked to him, and I can feel my chest already rising and falling with a heavier rhythm.

My lips begin to tip up into a smile, matching exactly what’s happening on his face, but the moment is broken as Nate cuts in.

“Don’t bogart our girl, Crew…”

Crew grumpily looks away as he moves over, giving Nate barely enough room to take my hand as I sit up before he spins me.

I’m laughing, squealing, “This is insane,” as I stop with my back to Nate, so I look up at him as he peers over.

He smirks. “Looks like I got lips.”

Nate bends over as he tips my head back further before his lips barely graze mine—graze because Crew’s pushing Nate to the side, which makes me fall sideways and causes Crew’s foot to catch in some oil. He slips around, too awkward for someone athletic, before grabbing the counter and huffing out his words.

“Noooo…nope. That’s not the rule…that’s cheating. You have to kiss the back of her head. That’s what you got,” he rushes out like the sexy spin-the-bottle police.

Crew motions for Nate to do that, and we both start laughing. Has he lost his mind?

“Are you okay?” I offer Crew as Nate presses a kiss to the back of my head.

Crew clears his throat and nods, getting his footing. “Yep, right as rain. I’m good. I’mmmm amazing.”

He has sun poisoning, for sure.

TJ steps up and winks at me before reaching down and grabbing my ankle.

“Fuck this—someone’s gonna break a sixty-million-dollar arm. We’re taking this one to the bedroom.”

I don’t have time to react before TJ starts to drag me like a fucking caveman, sliding me along the floor as I thunder a laugh before I scream his name.