Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 84344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“I think you mean be still your vagina.” I push her shoulder.
“So who is getting a wet pussy?” the bartender says, and Julia and I raise our hands.
“I’ll have a couple, and then how about sex on the beach?” I wink at him.
“Name the time and place.” He winks back at me, and my tongue is suddenly stuck in my mouth.
“Yeah, I’d like to see you try,” Dylan says, leaning onto the bar as the bartender walks away from us to go make the shots.
“So, how do you know what a wet pussy is?” Julia tries to flirt with Chase, and he just shakes his head.
“I’d know a wet pussy anywhere.” He brings the bottle of beer to his mouth as the two of them perform some mating ritual staring into each other’s eyes.
“Your eyeballs are going to be tired tomorrow,” I tell the both of them and they look back at me. “From eye-fucking each other.” I clap my hands together at the joke when the bartender comes back with a tray of shots.
“Okay, I have some wet pussies,” he says. “Some buttery nipples.” He puts down a shot glass with whip cream and cherries on top. “Some killer pussy shots.” He puts four shots with lemon slices in them. “Dick sucker shots.” He looks at me, and all I can do is look at him with big eyes, the drink looks blue. “And my favorite,” he states, putting down four of the last shots that are half red and half green. “Lick my pussy shot.”
“Okay.” Michael stands. “You can go,” he tells the bartender. “We’ve got all the drinks we need right now.”
“You are no fun,” Julia says and hands one of the shots to Jillian. I don’t know how we finish all the shots and then order a couple more, but when the songs start to come on, the four of us head to the dance floor.
We dance right near the guys, and I see the waitress come back over, and she walks to Dylan and hands him a white paper. He listens to whatever it is she is saying, and then when she leaves, he tosses the paper on the bar. Michael says something to him, and his face grimaces.
“We need more shots,” I say, walking back to the bar. The bartender walks over.
“Can I have a couple of shots?” I say, laughing. “Umm, is there a shot that is called sit on my face?”
“Oh, I want to sit on your face,” Julia says, but she’s looking straight at Chase, who just smirks at her. There is no beating around the bush with Julia. She has made Chase very aware that she wants him.
“Can I sit on your face?” Jillian asks Michael, and Dylan just laughs, closing his eyes.
“Baby,” Michael says. “It’s time to go.”
“Are you going to let me sit on your face?” she asks him as Dylan stands up and so does Chase.
“Time to call it,” Chase decides, and I whine.
“No,” I say. “I didn’t even get his name.” I point at the bartender.
“It’s Tom,” Dylan says, coming to me. “Let’s go.”
“Oh, please.” I roll my eyes at him, and the room spins just a touch. I mean, maybe more than a touch. “Where is your girlfriend?” I ask him, and I hate that it bothers me. I’m supposed to want him to be happy. I’m supposed to be happy for him, but instead, the thought of him with her makes all the drinks I’ve drunk want to come up.
We walk out of the tiki bar, and all I can do is giggle, stopping at the hostess stand where the girl is standing. “Can you tell Tom that I’m staying in a villa?”
“Okay,” Dylan says, pulling me away from her.
“Let’s walk back on the beach,” Julia suggests. “We can sneak up on Franny and Wilson.”
“Or we could not,” Vivi rejects, stopping to laugh. “That works for me. I’ll take the cart back.”
“I could drive?” I say, running to one of the carts. My head is spinning but all I can do is laugh. Someone grabs me from around my waist, and I feel his hard chest to my back. I know right away it’s him from his smell.
“I’ll drive,” Dylan says, and I’m lifted off my feet as he walks to one of the carts.
Julia gets in the cart beside me. “Chase, should I sit on you to give you enough room?”
“Oh, I can sit on you, too,” Jillian says to Michael as she tries to crawl into the front seat and I clap my hands.
“Hold on,” Dylan says, getting into the cart with me, and he leans over me. My cheeks feel like they are on fire as he takes my hand and holds it out to the side. “Hold on to this,” he adds with his hand on mine. He turns his head, and he looks at me. My hand wants to come up, going to the back of his head while I bend and kiss him. “You okay?” he asks. “Are you going to throw up?”