Tyler's arms were full of all the beach shit you had wanted to bring. Two tanning chairs were tucked under his arms while his hands held your bags of unnecessary crap. None of his teammates had bothered to help him, and he definitely wasn't going to ask his girlfriend for help, even though she had asked.

He plopped the stuff down in the middle of the beach away from the water, after all you wouldn't appreciate your stuff getting wet and Tyler was on his best behavior. He would do nothing. Absolutely nothing to jeopardize his chances of getting laid. Jason and Eli had already started putting up the volleyball net that they had bought from some local store. The two idiots had forgotten to pack their own, so now they had to settle for cheap ass shit.

Tyler folded out your and his chairs, making sure to knock all the sand out of yours. You were hanging out with Jena at the moment, but he made sure to always keep an eye on you. "Aye, Tyler!" Jason waved a hand in the air to get his attention. "Get your dumbass over here, we're 'bout to play." Tyler could see Eli goofing off with a couple of girls that wanted to join. Tyler rolled his eyes and walked over to them.

The hot sun beat down while they played, Jena and one of the girls Eli had invited joined Tyler across the net. Liv was sitting on the tanning chair with her girlfriend rubbing sunscreen on her like you would a child. Rookie. Tyler had already layered you in sunscreen thirty minutes before you even walked out of his parents condo. He was pretty sure fifteen minutes would've been fine, but he wasn't sure and he didn't want his baby getting skin cancer. He had already set an alarm for an hour and thirty minutes, telling when he needed to reapply.

They played for hours. The two girls Eli invited, leaving once they found out they were playing with D1 volleyball players. It was just Jenna, Jason, Eli and Tyler left, they had tried to get Liv to join, but she was wrapped around her girlfriends neck like a fucking snake. Tyler respected that. The sun was setting and a gentle breeze drifted over the beach. Jason passed the ball to Tyler, they had been passing back and forth for thirty minutes to set a record without dropping the ball.

Tyler's eyes drifted over to your chair, it was empty. He kept passing the ball to Jason, but his attention was elsewhere as he scanned around to find his girlfriend. He relaxed when he saw her at the bar, her jean shorts and bikini top very recognisable. They should be, considering Tyler had picked them out himself. You had tried to walk out of the condo with bikini bottoms, and obviously Tyler wasn't thrilled about the idea of less than a foot of fabric hiding his girlfriend's pussy. He insisted that she wear the jean shorts over, it took some convincing (and a little pleasing), but she complied. He had wanted to say something about the bikini top too, but he knew he would've been pressing his luck. Jason had passed the ball, and Tyler squatted down ready to receive, that is until he saw some fucking cunt approaching the bar, getting way too close to you. The ball hit him in the chest. Without saying a word he was storming across the beach. who's this dumb fuck? His long strides ate up the distance in no time, The cunt was reaching his hand out like he was about to touch you. His you. His girlfriend. Before the bastard could even get his arm all the way out Tyler was there, palming the guys face with his hand and shoving him away. The idiot bumped back into one of the stools, nearly falling over. He looked pissed, but when he saw how huge Tyler was compare to him he backed the fuck off. Tyler sneered, snaking his arms around you. "That fucking loser almost touched you!" Tyler nearly shivered at the thought, hugging you closer to his chest.