until…oh, maybe the entire weekend.” He flashed his practiced smile, his dark eyes twinkling with good fun. “It’s going to be a night of wine, women, and song, and you can forget about the song part.”
“Sounds good.” Blake’s good-natured laugh fit in with Tim’s fun-loving mood. “What’s the occasion?”
“The summer season’s almost upon us, meaning beach bunnies in thongs with bouncing boobs. Tits and ass everywhere.” He waved his arm across the expanse of the sand, indicating the entire scene. “As far as the eye can see. All the pussy you can handle.” Tim turned and headed back to his house.
Blake called out after him. “Are we still on for volleyball tomorrow?”
“You bet.” Tim waved as he climbed the steps to his own deck. “See you at ten.”
Blake took a deep breath and filled his lungs with clean ocean air. He thought about Tim’s party and the type of people who would probably be there. It was impossible to ignore the continual parade of women coming and going from Tim’s house. For the most part, it looked to him as if Tim had no interest in intellectual stimulation and had an incredible interest in vacuous beach bunnies with artificially enhanced attributes.
Then he thought of the parade of women who’d been in and out of his own life the last couple of years. He had to admit he couldn’t find much difference between them even though he tried to rationalize his own behavior and definitely needed the occasional intelligent conversation to break the mindless whirl.
When his son died, he had lost all interest in trying to find the one woman who would make them a true family. Instead, he settled for a life of parties, mindless pleasure fucking, and living only for the day without the troublesome interference of things like emotions.
Then there was the night he’d spent with the identical twins. Even their body piercings were identical. One ring in the left nipple and a ring through the outer right pussy lip. The only way to tell them apart was by the tattoo on their inner thighs—a rose for one twin and a butterfly for the other. His first ménage a trois . On a physical level, it had been exciting. But on a deeper level, it had turned out to be as empty as the rest of his life had become.
He leaned against the railing and watched the sky change from blue to pink and gold as the sun dipped closer and closer to the horizon.
“I’m settled into my room.”
Vicki’s voice surprised him. He had been so absorbed in his own world he hadn’t heard her walk out onto the deck. He glanced toward her. “Good.”
Vicki took a calming breath, but it didn’t help much. Awkwardness suddenly permeated the air, discomfort resulting from the fact that, for all intents and purposes, they were now officially living together…if only for the weekend. Two strangers with absolutely nothing in common other than one hot kiss.
The uncomfortable sensation tightened across her chest, as if everything had suddenly started to close in around her and she had no control over any of it. Taking Blake up on his offer had been the only logical thing to do. Even if she could conduct her business from a motel room, which she knew she would not be able to do, she certainly could not afford to stay in a motel for very long. If only she hadn’t paid Mr. Edwards for the entire five months in advance. But the if only didn’t matter. She had paid the money and had to face the current situation as it stood, rather than the way she wanted it to be.
The memory of Blake’s delicious kiss continued to tingle through her all the way to her toes. Her entire body vibrated with pent up sexual desire. No way could she lie to herself and pretend she didn’t want him in every way possible. But for now, clearer heads needed to prevail. She needed to make the best of the obviously awkward situation.
He gestured toward the ocean. “We have the beginnings of a beautiful sunset.”
“Shouldn’t we be preparing
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