Whatever Derek wants, Derek gets. This replayed over and over in my head as I made out with Casey on her bed.
"Derek…" she murmured from beneath me. "We've got to get back outside…"
I groaned, feeling her pull away from me. "Fine. But we're finishing this later." I looked at her under me.
She didn't say anything, but the sparkle in her eyes said it all. We broke apart and went out separate ways. Casey went to the bathroom, probably to fix up the make-up on her neck that I had smudged. It was covering the lovely parting gift I had given her last night.
"Smerek!" Marti ran over to me as I walked back outside. She had on a huge pair of goggles that made her look like a bug. "Me and Edwin and Lizzie are making a big sand castle! Come help us!" She tugged on my wrist.
The beach house door opened and Casey came out, her hair combed and love bite covered. Our eyes met for a second and I smirked as I saw her blush. She walked back over to her lounge chair. My eyes focused on her long legs as she slid off her shorts, revealing that little white bikini of hers, and she lied on the lounge chair, happily basking in the sunlight.
"Come on!" Marti repeated, and I let her drag me over to the pitiful-looking sandcastle they were building. There was another kid helping them out, a boy about Marti's age with light blonde hair and freckles.
"Who's that?" I asked Edwin as I tried to rectify the sandcastle mess.
"That's my brother," came a voice behind me. I turned and felt my jaw drop. A girl, definitely my age, with long golden hair and wearing a bright pink bikini was standing there with a pail in her hand. She gave me a bright smile, clearly checking me out.
"Here, Jake, you forgot your pail," she said, handing the item to her brother, her eyes not leaving my own.
"I'm Leah," she told me flirtatiously.
"Derek," I replied with a grin, not able to stop myself from checking her out as well. She was definitely hot.
"Well, Derek…do you need some help with your sandcastle? I'm really good with my hands," she winked suggestively.
I raised my eyebrows.
"You can help!" Marti exclaimed. She handed Leah a shovel. Then she shouted, "Casey, do you want to help, too?"
I tore my eyes off of Leah to glance over at Casey. She was glaring at me.
"No thanks, kiddo," she answered and haughtily shoved her sunglasses on, lying back in the sun.
What was her problem? I shook my head. Girls.