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Max’s hands are still on me, firm but gentle. That’s what I think of him. “I think I want to try,” he says in a low voice. “I know we said friends, but that kiss earlier didn’t seem all that friends-like.”
“Are we ready to party!” Nick cries as he slams open the bedroom door.
I practically jump off the couch.
“Oh,” Dexter says as he catches sight of our position. “I think maybe, I might—sorry,” he mouths.
“It’s fine.” I swing my legs off Max’s lap and with a shaky hand, reach for my wine. “Are we ready to go?”
22
Maximus
I’ve only been to Turks and Caicos a few times—twice to check when the construction was going on, and a year ago when the buildings were being painted.
My father doesn’t appreciate vacations.
Even while I’m here for the wedding, he’s left me tasks to complete. I’d like to tell him to go fuck himself, but that’s my salary I’d be losing, and I like getting paid. I need to get paid because living this lifestyle does not come cheap.
But I hate being beholden to my father.
And it drives me crazy when he does stuff like switch what condo I’m staying in without a word, but that’s really nothing when you consider some of the other stuff he’s pulled.
When I was here a year ago, I wasn’t alone; I brought Caroline along, to my father’s dismay.
Caroline, my girlfriend. My wife-to-be. Who I believed to be the love of my life.
There was a moment when we landed today when I got hit with a memory of being here with her. Remembered how excited she was, how eagerly she looked around as we made our way across the tarmac.
How, as soon as we got to the resort, she practically attacked me with kisses, hands everywhere. It was the most passionate she’d ever been.
Thirteen days later, she was gone, moved on with my father of all people. I found out later than they had been having an affair for the last six months, that he had brought her here two months prior for a quick overnight trip, when she told me she was with her sister.
I don’t know if it was guilt or the memory of him that got her so hot and bothered, and I really don’t want to know.
It’s good to be here with Cady because if it was just me and the boys, I’d already be tracking someone down to spend an hour fucking Caroline’s memory out of my head.
I’m glad not to be thinking of Caroline.
Now all I think of is when I’ll get to kiss Cady again. Touch her again.
What I wouldn’t have given to have slid my hand all the way up her leg, under her skirt, into the slick wetness. I’d find that spot, that tiny nub that confounds so many men, and I’d give it such sweet attention.
The way she was lounging on the couch, eyes closed and an expression of pleasure on her face—I can’t stop wondering if that is what she looks like when she comes? That tiny gasp she made twitched my cock awake, and it hasn’t gone back to sleep since.
I wanted to kiss the spot behind her knee. I really wanted to keep moving upward and onward, letting my fingers disappear under the hem of her skirt, smoothing and stroking the soft skin of her thighs…
When Dexter asks where we’re going for dinner, I have no idea. And the way my head is full of Cady, I don’t really care. So on the way out, I stop at the office and ask Henri, who manages the Sandflower resort, where we should eat. He’s happy to go along with me pretending to be a first-timer and suggests we try out a nearby restaurant with a bar and allegedly the best fried grouper on the island.
I couldn’t care less about the fish, but I need a bar. After last night, I’m not ready for a full night of drinking, but I need something to cool me off.
I had my hands on Cady’s leg and I wanted to go higher.
I would have, had Nick not interrupted.
Nick, who is walking ahead with Cady. “If you’re not gonna have a four-way with us, the least you can do is allow me to escort you to dinner,” he had said to her, in a strange mixture of crass and gallantry.
