asked.
Ben sneered at the tub closest to them, glutted with nude bodies, tangled limbs and kissing mouths. “No thanks. It’s probably semen soup in there.”
Dom laughed. “No, there are rules. No ejaculation in the pool or hot tubs. Foreplay only. Got to move on to the cabanas or bedrooms for anything more.”
“Oh, I see,” Ben said. “How civilized. Pardon me if I’m skeptical that everyone abides by that rule.”
“Drinks!” a voice called out to their left. “Everybody have drinks?”
Ben looked up at the stout, thirty-something man making his way down the line of loungers, a tray of umbrella drinks balanced on his palm. He wore tan shorts with a pink silk shirt, his short, spiky hair dyed blue-black.
Dominick elbowed Ben. “That’s Thorn,” he whispered. “Act like you belong here.”
Ben frowned at him. “How am I supposed to do that?”
“Just be relaxed,” Dom said. “Don’t blow our cover.”
“I’m sitting on a lounge chair with my feet up. I think I got it, James Bond.”
Thorn flirted and passed out drinks to the men sitting to their left, then moved to stand before Dominick and Ben. He smiled down at them. “Good evening, gentlemen. Having a good time?”
“Great time, Thorn, thank you,” Dominick said.
Thorn had a cute face despite his rather doughy body, a nice smile that seemed genuine. His brown eyes narrowed as he studied Ben. “Let’s see, I think I have just the drink for you .” He handed Ben a blue cocktail with a spear of pineapple chunks and cherries. “Slightly sweet, subdued, with just a hint of fruitiness.”
Ben chuckled as he accepted the drink. “That’s me, all right. Thank you, Thorn.”
“My pleasure. And you ,” he said, appraising Dom. “Hmm. I’d say something a bit stronger, not too sweet but with a long finish.” He winked, and Dom smiled as he took the drink from Thorn’s hand.
“You must have read my mind,” Dom said, taking a sip from the straw.
“Love your hair,” Thorn said, reaching down and brushing a strand of Dominick’s ginger mane. “Suits you.” He offered them a cordial bow, then moved on to the next group down the line.
“He seems nice,” Ben said.
“And he didn’t kick us out,” Dom said. “We’re in, baby. Now let’s see, which one of these tasty looking guests should we try to get to know?”
But Ben barely heard him. His eyes were glued to a couple of men in the pool corner nearest to them. A head of wet black hair, slick, sculpted back muscles and broad shoulders, the man pushed a pretty young blond against the wall of the pool forcefully. The blond kid’s eyelids fluttered and he moaned as the dark-haired man kissed him with urgent passion, pinning him with his powerful body, gripping his shoulders tight.
“Ben?” Dominick looked at Ben, then followed his gaze to the swimming pool. “Oh. Whoa.”
Ben nodded. “Yeah.”
Dom nudged him playfully with his shoulder. “That getting you in the mood, bro?”
Ignoring his roommate, Ben stared, his breath catching as he watched the dark-haired man lift the blond out of the water and set his ass down on the pool’s edge. The blond’s body was lean and fit, glistening with water. His head fell back as the other man’s face moved down his chest, over his stomach, toward his naked groin, blocking sight of the erection.
“You should go join that party,” Dom said, glancing at Ben. “Haven’t seen a look like that on your face since...well, since never.”
Ben finally tore his gaze from the erotic display and glanced at Dominick. “Don’t push me. I’m just enjoying watching for the time being.”
“Well, too late, anyway,” Dom said, looking back toward the pool.
Ben followed his gaze. The dark-haired man had stepped out of the pool, a naked wonder with long, firm legs, rounded buttocks, and chiseled torso. His erection was huge, jutting up toward his navel, smooth and glistening. He pulled the blond forcefully to his feet, grabbing the