Something Worth Fighting For Read Online Free

think I’m handsome? What are you up to?
    Ellie: Obviously. Going to the beach. Cooking, laundry, work. Life is glamorous.
    Atlas: Beach huh? Bikini?
    I couldn’t help but laugh as I pulled out my black and white polka dot bikini. Laying it out on my bed I snapped a quick picture and hit send. My phone was vibrating not even a minute later.
    Atlas: Can I come to the beach too?
    Saturday afternoon beach time had been mine and Darcy’s summer ritual for the last three years. She had brought along her boyfriend, Dean, a few times but we tried to keep it just us girls. I thought about Atlas shirtless and automatically changed my mind. Darcy would just have get over it.
     
    Ellie: You just want to see me in that bikini!!
     
    Atlas: Yeah that’s undoubtedly part of it lol
     
    Ellie: Fine but you better be showing some skin yourself
     
    I changed into my bikini, pulling my Victoria’s Secret hoodie on over it. I was self conscious about my scars; not that my tattoos didn’t cover a good portion of them. Darcy had seen them before and knew the story. She teased me that I could cover it with ink as much as I wanted but that wouldn’t make it go away. I wasn’t sure I was ready to share that part of me with Atlas yet.
     
    Atlas: Deal. Master Gunny still there?
    Ellie: No he went out for a while. You’re safe.
    Atlas: See you soon.
    Ellie: Be careful, please.
    “Ellie my darling love!” Darcy called out from the living room. Dad had given her a key after a break down my freshman year that left her calling him from base to rescue me.
    “Upstairs, be down in a few.” I unplugged my phone, pulled a hair scrunchie around my wrist, and ran downstairs. “We’re going to have company today.” I blurted out upon seeing Darcy.
    “We are?” She looked around the open downstairs area.
    “He’s not here yet.” I gushed.
    “He? He?! You met a boy?! Glory, hallelujah!” Darcy clapped. She had been dating Dean for four years and was always hoping, pushing me to double date with them. “Have you told Pops?”
    “Dad met him this morning about, oh six or seven.”
    “I can’t wait to meet him. He can meet us at the water. I need Vitamin D, stat!”
    “I’ll text him.” I fished my bag from the hall closet, shoving fresh towels in as the rumble of a particular motorcycle grew increasingly louder. “No need, he’s here.”
    “He rides?” Darcy’s perfect eyebrows shot skyward.
    “Yeah,” I opened the front door waving to him from the porch, “Need a towel or anything?” I called down to him.
    “If you have an extra.”
    “I might can find one.” Darcy grabbed another towel from the closet as I went downstairs to get our chairs.
    “Need a hand?” Atlas’ voice was in my ear as I opened the garage door.
    “If you don’t mind,” I smiled, turning around I found myself pressed against his chest. “S-Sorry.”
    “Don’t be,” he spoke softly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I placed my hands on his chest feeling his well sculpted muscles under the thin material of his shirt.
    “The two pink ones are ours, you can take the blue one. Unless you want pink then I’ll consider trading.” I ran my hands down his chest as he laughed.
    “Like what you see?” His tone was low, seductive, and made my mouth water.
    “As a matter of fact...”
    “If you two are done eye fucking one another I’d like to go to the beach.” Darcy reached around us taking one of the pink chairs. I scowled at my crude best friend as Atlas grabbed the other chairs and closed the garage door behind us.
    “Apparently Ellie has misplaced her manners. I’m the best friend, Darcy.” She said as we walked through the sand toward the water.
    “I was getting to it, damn you’re not that special. Darcy this is Atlas, Atlas this bitch is Darcy.” I nodded in her direction as she unfolded her chair, sticking her tongue out at me.
    “Darcy Thomas.” She held her hand out to him.
    “Atlas Ryker.” He shook her hand