The evening air hummed with the soft chatter of people lounging around the pool, the glow of underwater lights casting rippling patterns on the water's surface. I had just eased into the cool embrace of the pool when I heard the sound of laughter—light, teasing, and undeniably sultry.
Turning my head, I caught sight of Tasha, Mia, and Lisa stepping into the water, their bodies shimmering under the glow of the poolside lights. Their swimsuits clung to their curves in ways that made heads turn, their confidence radiating like a slow-burning flame.
"Damn, you girls are standing out," John whistled, shaking his head with an appreciative smirk.
Tasha ran her fingers through her damp hair, her lips curling into a knowing smile. "Well, we do try," she teased.
Mia cocked her hip and struck a playful pose, water glistening on her skin as she tilted her head. "Austin," she purred, eyes locked on me. "How are we looking?"
