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“Maybe you should kiss me.” I move my mouth closer, still gripping his chin.

“Oh, I’m going to kiss you, and as soon as our room is ready, I’m going to do a lot more than kiss you.”

My already hard nipples begin to tingle as I moan against his lips. “Another thing to look forward to.”

He takes advantage of my mouth on his and shifts his hand from my elbow to my butt, slipping his fingers into the edge of my bottoms. I start to wobble when he runs his tongue among the seam of my lips and slides it inside. It’s hard to concentrate when he deepens the kiss, making me forget we have an audience and we’re balanced on a board. I try to remain stable but lose the fight when he squeezes my ass.

I squeal as I tumble over, tearing my mouth from his and going sideways into the ocean.

My arms flail as I find the edge of the board and hang on.

He starts laughing, sliding in beside me. “Babe, you weren’t lying about your coordination.” His arms wrap around me, helping me clamber back up.

“This was a terrible idea.”

“Do you want to paddleboard some more?”

“You’ve seen my efforts. I suck.” I pout.

“Let me rephrase, do you want to paddleboard with me?”

“Can we do that?”

“Yes, scoot midway to the front and hold on.”

I do as he says and he climbs back on, standing effortlessly, and bending back for the paddle floating beside us. “Why don’t you sit there and look beautiful, and I’ll take care of the work.”

He starts gliding us around the water until we’re back with our friends. Marcus actually has Maren on her feet, and the devilish stone face from earlier is gone.

The two instructors, now completely professional, get Rachel and Nina up and then swim back to shore, leaving us.

“Spill it, how’d you two find us?” Maren asks, avoiding eye contact with Walker.

“It’s not two, it’s six. Kelly, Oliver, Ross, and Collins are on the beach. Marcus and I knew you had something planned, so when you left town, we went to work. Using your mom’s credit card was clever, but Kelly found it quickly. By the time we figured you were in Miami, it was too late to get a flight out. Marcus chartered a plane this morning.”

“You chartered a plane?” My eyes bulge at Marcus.

“It was either that or risk Walker losing him mind, and since we didn’t go to Costa Rico fishing this summer, I had some extra money laying around.” He winks at me. It’s not a secret that Marcus has money, but the settlement from Jean Wills paid him generously.

“Our party of four just became a party of ten?” Rachel asks.

“Yep, the hen party is crashed. Hope you ladies don’t mind.”

“I don’t give a shit if they do mind,” Walker grumbles.

“On a scale of one to ten, how much trouble am I in, Walker?” Maren’s voice is laced with sugary sweet sarcasm, and I shoot her a look to cool it.

There’s only one thing I can think of that Walker could use as a revenge tactic.

Well, one thing besides joining her top-secret bachelorette party.

“If I can’t trust you with Emi, I’m not sure I can trust you with Lucky. He’ll be staying with my parents for the entire time we’re on our honeymoon.”

I swallow my giggle at the horror on her face. She loves my dog. We had to promise to allow her to keep him for half the time we were away, while he spent the other half with Leslie and Travis. It was a mystery to me why she was so insistent, but we agreed.

“You can’t do that! I have doggie play dates set up, and I bought him special treats! We were going to have a puppy spa day as a treat for when you returned. Lucky will be crushed if you don’t allow him to stay with me!” She fights, sounding like a child.

“Hope you have fun in Miami,” he mocks, steering us away from them.