Girl, I've always loved you, but something's changed. Blame it on time, the road, or the ride, but it ain't the same. It's a different kind of feeling, not the one I knew. From the sweet on your lips to how your hand in mine fits. Girl, I've always loved you, but I don't love you like I used to. This gets better every time you kiss me like this, it's stronger the longer I'm with you, yeah. More than every single day before, didn't know I could ever love vou more than I did. But baby, I do. I don't love you like I used to.
Love You Like I Used To x Russell Dickerson
Beckham
Jake grabs us each a drink and immediately sheds his shirt while dropping into a lounge chair, and I'm 99% sure I have drool leaking out of the corner of my mouth. I pull my flimsy coverup over my head, toss it into onto the deck next to Jake's shirt, then I park myself between his knees and lean back against his chest.
"Are you a beaver with kids? Because DAM DADDY!" I exclaim, anticipating his response. He doesn't disappoint and doubles over in laughter, his arms wrapping around my waist as he buries his face in my shoulder.
"You really are something else! That was a good one, Angel," he compliments me with a kiss on my temple.
"Thank you, thank you! I'll be here all night, tips are always welcome," I tease
With his head tucked into my neck, he mumbles "Oh sweetheart, do I have a tip for you!" I cackle at his obvious innuendo as a shadow falls over us.
"I'm afraid to ask what you're laughing about, so I'm not gonna. Where is y'all's room?" Nat asks.
"Next to the woman of the weekend, apparently," I reply with an eye roll.
"Ohhhh I bet she just wants you to hear how vocal she is in bed when she's drunk!" Nat whisper shouts.
"That's what I said too! Awful bitch," I mutter the last part under my breath. "Speaking of, who the actual fuck can afford this boujee ass shit?? There's something off about them." I say, mostly to myself.
"Babes, you're letting your distaste for her hitting on your man cloud your judgement. Let's focus on the mission, ok?" Nat soothes. For her to say something definitely means I'm overreacting, so I'll lay off it.
Our eyes land on Kate and Jensen, so we rise from our chair and join them with Nat and Bradley right behind us. Soon, everyone that is coming has boarded and we set sail, so to speak. Within a few hours, we've snacked on overpriced hors d'oeuvres and have downed a minimum of 4 fruity cocktails each. Kate and Jensen have loosened up quite a bit and are being super affectionate with each other. I find it adorable, then quickly remind myself we're dealing with two menaces to international society. Karrrrrrrrrie drops by a few times, making sure to rub her hands over Jake, Jensen, and Bradley as much as possible. God, I hate that woman. After she walks away to mingle with other overpaid assholes, Kate giggles and spills a lesser known fact about the Jones couple.
"You know they're totally swingers, right? Like, when we first moved in a few years ago, they invited us over to dinner to 'get to know us better' and then boom! Between dinner and dessert, Karrie breaks out an NDA!" Kate exclaims. Jensen chuckles and warns her to keep the volume down before encouraging his wife to continue with her story. "Jens and I looked at each other, completely confused as to what's going on, and she says 'Our group is both close knit and confidential, so signatures are required before I explain any further' like we have any idea about what's going on! We refused to sign anything without more information, and they refused to provide it without a signature. That's when I noticed the setting that included red wine, oysters, dim lighting, and mood music. I called Jens' phone from my watch and he pretended it was a work emergency! I swear I've never moved so quick in my life. It was never confirmed, but I absolutely believe that was an NDA for a swinger club," Kate finishes in hysterics and we all join in on the laughter. Jake pipes in with a "note to self, never accept a dinner invite where we're the only guests!" and shudders. Next thing we know, birthday cake is served, happy birthday is sung, and the six of us have found a relatively hidden corner to camp out in until bedtime. The guys talk shop, discussing everything from who they think will take the World Series, to sports cars, to Glock vs Sig Sauer. While the boys animatedly argue over which of the latter is best, the girls talk about all the things, covertly including our sex lives.
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