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“She hit you, didn’t she?” he says, brushing his fingers over his sexy as hell lips, trying to cover a smirk.
“I didn’t hit her.” Cement boobs scrunches up her face as her friends stare me down.
“I think your eye is starting to swell.” Sexy man brushes his thumb under my eye, and God, he smells so good. Even over my own thick layer of perfume, my mouth starts to water.
“Ouch!” I feign a wince as he touches me, lightning bolts of desire darting outward from below my belly button all the way into my toes.
“You want to press charges?” Security man gives me a wink.
All three of them gasp, their attention back on me.
I don’t bother fighting off my own smirk, shaking my head as I answer, “No. As long as she can control…those. I’ll let it go.”
“Maybe time for you three to go find another pool. I think we’re at capacity here anyway.” He nods toward the exit doors. “Move along.”
The Botox, silicone trio hiss and shoot me ten kinds of dirty looks before they work their way back through the doors, leaving me standing there wondering what just happened.
“Thanks,” I manage as I hear my name called again and look over to see Harold making lewd hip thrusts toward the hulking man in front of me. “I should go. My friends…”
He snaps his tongue along his sexy white teeth as his eyes narrow. “I’ll be here. Waiting.”
Chapter Two
Chance
Well, the night is looking up. There’s a twitch down low in my belly and my senses are on high alert.
“What the hell was all that?” I hear the redhead that called her over ask as I lean against the side of the bar, eavesdropping.
Her friend sucks on the straw of some fruity-ass tropical overpriced drink, as the little dark-haired beauty sits on the edge of the pool by the swim-up bar, kicking her feet in the water.
I imagine her naked as my eyes stay pinned on her and her group, ready to stomp over and drag her away at the first sign of anything I don’t like.
And right now, it wouldn’t take much.
I see every size, shape and color here. Plenty of stunning women pass through, but none of them have ever sent my dick into full-on fuck mode with a single look.
She’s a tiny fucking thing but even under that cover up, I can tell her tits are life changing. Full and womanly if a little out of proportion to the rest of her, but in truth, so fucking perfect.
If I fucked her, she’d probably end up in the ER, but my cock doesn’t seem to care. I’m flagpole-hard and weeping cum into my jeans, trying to figure out how a wisp of a woman like her has turned me into a lust-crazed predator with only a handful of words.
“Just tropical shenanigans.” Her delicate voice rumbles through me like thunder. “Boob jobs in the wild tend to get a little out of control.”
She’s funny. Irreverent. Confident. Yet sweet, with an innocence that makes me want to scoop her up and put myself between her and the world.
Her dark green eyes snap my way for just a split second, with a hint of embarrassment that I caught her looking. It only feeds the rising beast inside me. In my head, I’m strapping her to the back of my bike and heading to my place, where no one would come looking, and I could take my time exploring every inch of that little body with my tongue before pumping every drop of my seed into her ripe little womb.
Fuck.
I shake my head, pressing my fingers into my eye sockets, wondering if I’ve been bitten by a tropical insect whose venom induces psychosis, because I’ve never had thoughts like this.
“Out of control? Just like us!” The redhead she hugged when she walked over screams to the rest of their group, and a cheer goes up from the small crowd.
Besides the little dark-haired doll, they all came down together a few hours ago and have been hittin’ up the bar hard ever since.
They’re idiots, most of them anyway. That’s nothing new here, though. You take a little sunburn and some booze at an adults-only resort, and you have the perfect cocktail for stupidity. I never understood getting hammered as a form of entertainment.
And what’s more, getting hammered and hooking up, then waking up the next morning with two kinds of hangovers. One from the alcohol and one from the ‘what the fuck did I do and who are you?’.
