Page 11 of Send It
Lincoln
A weekend away with Stassie is exactly what I need. I’ve been so caught up in riding, working at Lakeside, and the back and forth with Colson, that I have completely neglected her the past few weeks.
She doesn’t let me forget it either.
“Happy birthday, babe!” She screams at me when I pull into the lake house. She basically tackles me as I get out of the car, and I laugh at the fact she’s already in her bikini top and cut offs.
“Thank you,” I smile. “You already went swimming?”
She waves in dismissal, “No. I just like to air the girls out.”
I chuckle, and follow her inside. If there’s one thing that Stassie is blessed with, it’s boobs. Nice, perfectly sized, boobs. She got the boobs and I got the butt. It’s a blessing and a curse, really.
I glance around the kitchen at the amount of alcohol and the absolute tower of cupcakes, “Where did you get all the booze? Why is there so much?”
Grinning, she holds her arms out like she’s revealing a prize and my brother walks in from the back deck, carrying a tray of burgers from the grill.
“Surprise!”
Reiss isn’t quite twenty one yet but he has friends that are, so that explains the booze but it doesn’t explain why he’s here. I thought this was going to be a girls weekend.
“Happy birthday, sis.” He winks, dropping the tray onto the giant island in the middle of the kitchen. “You didn’t think I was gonna miss out on your birthday weekend, did you?”
I smile, because as much as I love a girls weekend, I do love that my brother and I have such a great relationship. “Of course not, I’m glad you’re here.”
He passes me a seltzer, “I wouldn’t miss it. Now come outside and see your present.”
He wiggles his eyebrows playfully, and I walk outside following him. My eyes immediately land on his best friend. Hat turned back, bare chest, and shorter swimming trunks that show off those leg muscles that are usually covered with moto pants.
What a perfect birthday present.
“I know you love Colson, but he’s not the gift.” Reiss says sarcastically and motions for Colson to show me. My cheeks turn pink from my thoughts, knowing damn well Colson would be the best gift.
We step around the side of the house and I see the trailer, loaded down with dirtbikes. Instantly, I’m excited .
“Please tell me we are going to trail ride!” I clap excitedly, and Stassie steps next to me.
“They’re even making me come, and Reiss said I can’t ride in my bikini top.”
I hug Reiss tightly and thank him for planning this. I love to trail-ride even more than racing. I think it’s the difference in terrain and just the scenery aspect but I love it and Reiss knows just how much.
“I’m excited now.” I grin, rocking back on my heels to keep myself from jumping up and down.
“Not me,” Stassie says, “I just got my nails done and I’m not really a dirty kind of gal.”
Reiss rolls his eyes, “That’s not what I hear.”
“Shut up,” I push his shoulder. “You don’t have to come, Stas. If you wanna sun bathe instead I won’t be upset.”
She shakes her head, “Nah, I’ll come but I have no idea how to ride a dirtbike so I guess I’ll have to ride with you.”
Reiss’ eyes light up, and I swear his pupils turn to hearts. “No way! I’ve waited years to have you straddle me, Anastasia.”
Colson roars with laughter and I can’t stop the grin from overtaking my face.
“You are ridiculous,” Stassie sighs.
Three hours later, Stas heads to bed, Reiss disappears on a FaceTime call with Mira (aka the enemy’s sister), and Colson and I are watching the fire burn.
“What’s up with Reiss and Mira?” I ask, using that weird ass situation as an ice breaker, although I am thoroughly confused by the whole thing .
“I have no idea,” he laughs, “Probably just an easy lay.”
I crunch my nose, “Gross.”
“You asked.”
He picks up a roasting fork and pushes a marshmallow down on the end holding it above the fire.
“It’s gonna take four hundred years to roast a marshmallow like that. You might as well be holding it over that rock over there.”
He chuckles, “I don’t like it burnt.”
The marshmallow is a good two feet from the top of the flame. “You may as well just eat it cold out of the bag.”
He shakes his head, “No, you just have to trust the process.”
Grabbing another fork, I slide a marshmallow down and thrust the pole into the fire, turning it until I can tell the marshmallow is on fire. I yank it back and blow until the fire is out and the marshmallow is black.
“That’s disgusting,” he laughs, “The inside is still cold.”
I roll my eyes, “It’s fine.”
About thirty seconds later, he pulls his marshmallow he’s been working on from the vicinity of the fire, and uses his fingers to test the temperature.
“Here,” he says, holding it out for me. “Try it.”
“No way,” I giggle, “That took a ridiculous amount of concentration for you to get it how you want it. You eat it.”
“Just eat it and tell me it’s not the best damn marshmallow you’ve ever had in your entire life.”
Instead of arguing I pull it from the stick. The outside is slightly toasted, and the entire thing melts in my mouth.
It is, in fact, the best damn marshmallow I’ve ever had.
“I told you,” he smirks, a smug ass grin spreading across his perfect face.
His perfect face and this stupid ass perfect marshmallow.
“It’s alright,” I shrug. “Mine was better.”
He grabs the metal fork from my hand and sets it on the adirondack chair behind us. “Liar. Tell me it was the best.”
“Fine it was the best, happy?”
“Almost,” He says, pulling me against him. “You know what would make me extra happy right now?”
He pops the button on my jean shorts, and tilts his forehead against mine. “Skinny dipping.”
He leaves my head in a state of cloud and confusion and takes off like a bat out of hell for the water, managing to lose most of his clothes before he gets there.
The sound of splashing water makes me giggle.
“You’re crazy!” I whisper-shout. “We’re gonna get caught.”
“Yeah if you keep yelling we will. Get your pretty ass in here.”
I search the yard for any sign of life and ultimately cave. There is literally no single place on this earth I’d rather be than tangled up in this lake naked with Colson.
Happy fucking birthday to me.