Beach Side Beds and Sandy Paths by Becca Ann, Tessa Marie Page B

As insane as it sounds, I believe that feeling. The heat from dealing with Brett transforms into something that makes me want to pull Lex into me so she can feel it too. This heat, building through my chest and spurting through my bloodstream, screaming at everything that’s touching her.
    “Ryan,” she breathes into my mouth. I relax my hold on her waist, rest my forehead on hers, and listen to her heart beat in tune with mine. She pulls me down so I’m flat against her, and her boobs push against my chest, and next thing I know, our shirts are soaked.
    “What the…?” I say, leaning up on one arm .
    Lex’s eyes bulge. “That wasn’t you, was it?”
    I can’t help but laugh. “Not exactly the spot that happens, Lex.”
    “Then what the crap… ?” She shifts underneath me, and I get back to my knees and rip my shirt off. I’m sticky all across my chest.
    Lex strips her shirt, and I’m trying real hard not to think about her stomach, her cute bellybutton, her sexy as hell cleavage, and her green bra… that seems to be…
    “Uh…” I mumble as I point to the goo oozing from the left side of her bra. She swipes a hand underneath it, jelly-like crap collecting on her forefinger.
    “Oh my gosh… what is this ?”
    I’m laughing , and she shoves me back on my ass. She grabs my shirt and starts cleaning herself up, and I try to get it away from her so she doesn’t completely ruin it with whatever is leaking from her bra.
    “Okay, okay,” she says when I finally get my shirt from her grasp. She rolls off the bed and pulls her tank top back over her head. “I’ll be right back.”
    “What? Where are you going?”
    “To talk to Kaylee.” She opens the door. “Maybe she’s had an exploding bra before.”
    “Well, be careful. I walked in on them about ten minutes ago, and it was not pretty.”
    Her nose crinkles and she says, “Ugh, got it. ”
    She shuts the door behind her, and I jump in the adjoining bathroom to wash all that crap off. I’m smiling that stupidass smirk at myself in the mirror for about two seconds. Then it disappears from my face. I looked like Brett just now. Shit.
    My brain goes from Lex high to Brett low, and I pinch the bridge of my nose and push back the wave of blood rushing to my face. It’s pounding through my ears and making my eyes prickle.
    Why?
    It’s the only thing going through my mind. A bunch of “Why’s”. Why did my mom sleep around? Why did my dad die? Why did she choose my family only to cheat on him the whole time they were together? Why didn’t my dad say anything? Or stop it? Why is Brett here? Why did he show up? Why did he say the things he said the day we met?
    The mix of emotions going from one extreme to the other makes my head spin. I blow out a breath, fingers still pinched against my nose, and I slide to the floor.
    “Okay,” Lex says as she bounces back in the room. “Apparently when you wear gel bras there’s a danger of this happening.” Her two-dimpled smile dwindles to one when she sees me on the floor. “Are you okay?”
    I clear my throat and attempt a grin, but it reminds me of my brother , and I just can’t keep it on my face.
    “Yeah.”
    Her eyes narrow. “Liar.”
    “I’m fine, Lex.” I jump to my feet, and she crosses her arm s over her chest. She’s in one of Kaylee’s shirts. Looks like she’s ditched a bra altogether.
    “Lying again.” She tsks at me. “So I’m just going to guess it’s a Brett thing, and I’m going to ignore it right now because I want cuddle time.”
    I smile, and it’s real and feels good this time. My fingers reach out to tickle her, and she jerks back as she heads to the bed.
    “I still get the left side.” She grins.
    “I thought we were sharing.”
    Her hand tucks into mine, and she pulls me down to the right side of the mattress. I laugh, flick the light off, and fumble my way under the sheets.
    Lex is right here. I could kiss her and not stop. I know I could. I could erase