Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 70574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
I smiled—couldn’t help it. The pleasure of fucking with his head was just too much for me to ignore.
When a shadow blocked my sun, I didn’t even bother to peek an eye open. We were still in port, but the partying on the boat had already started. “I’ll take another one of these please.” Keeping my eyes closed, I raised my hand to indicate the cocktail.
Without a word, the cute crew member that wore nothing but a pair of short-shorts which left absolutely nothing to the imagination, disappeared to grab me another cocktail. Oh, that was another plus to rearranging my cruise—I was now on a gay cruise. Hell, I hadn’t even known they existed until I’d started my desperate search to find another ship I could book on short notice.
A gay cruise. As in, gay men, scantily clad, everywhere…as far as the eye could see…if I’d bother to open mine. There was no fucking way in hell I was leaving this cruise a virgin. Nope. This was it.
Finally.
I might not be the worldliest man in existence, but I knew without a doubt that when I finally had sex, I’d be able to put Eli out of my head forever. The only reason I couldn’t do it now was because I’d gone further with Eli than with anybody else—that was my only problem with purging the bastard from my system once and for all. Sadly enough, I hadn’t even gotten past kissing and heavy petting with Eli. Fuck, I was so pathetic.
Not after this trip, though. Sex. I would do it. Maybe not the kinky shit that Baker and Seth did, but sex would be involved. Gnawing on my bottom lip, I wondered if I was a top or bottom. I mean, with Eli, there had never been a question. I’d wanted him inside of me more than I’d ever wanted anything before or after. It might be different with someone else. Maybe I would enjoy both? Didn’t know and didn’t care; I only knew that I was going to do it.
“Your cocktail, sir,” a husky voice said as the shadow from earlier once again blocked my sunshine. I peeked an eye open at him and then practiced my sexiest smile. He was hot in a nice to look at way, but there was nothing about him that made me want to get naked and rub my body up and down his like a cat in heat. Maybe I needed to quit being so damn picky? Apparently, I’d been at my sexual peak when I’d fake-dated Eli in college. I’d wanted him all the time.
“Uh, thanks,” I finally muttered when he became obvious he was totally immune to the tiny bit of charm I’d mistakenly thought I rocked. I reached for the receipt he held out and when I went to sign it, I nearly forgot to use my fake name. That would be an awesome start…and finish, if I got caught. I’d bought the drink package—it seemed like the adult thing to do since I’d already lied about my age when I’d created my new identity. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t ever had alcohol before; there’d been plenty of times when I’d snuck some of the good stuff from my dad’s liquor cabinet. Okay, maybe not plenty of times, but it had happened. Twice. Handing the receipt back, I asked, “How much longer before we leave port?”
The cutie checked his watch and answered, “We won’t sail yet for another four hours, but your room should be available sometime in the next hour or two.” He took the receipt, winked at me, and said, “Enjoy your trip, Sebastien. I’ll keep an eye on your glass to make sure neither of us ever sees the bottom. How does that sound?”
What did he mean by that? Was he flirting? Suggesting one of us was a bottom? How the fuck would I know?
“That sounds perfect…”
“Javier,” he quickly supplied. “If you need anything, just yell ‘woop-woop’ and I’ll be here. Enjoy your cocktail and I’ll see you again in a few.”
Another wink. Damn, I was off to a good start—even if Javier wasn’t my type. I looked around the deck, hungrily feasting on all the male flesh displayed in front of me while my eyes were hidden behind sunglasses. There were lots of hot guys and lots of not-hot guys but, most importantly, everybody seemed to be having a good time already. If they were acting this crazy and we hadn’t even left the port, I couldn’t begin to imagine what the next seven days of my life would offer for entertainment.
Odd, though that none of them could hold a candle to Eli’s tall frame and rugged muscles, regardless of how even the hottest guys looked in their itsy-bitsy speedos. Fuck…those new tattoos…there was a damn good chance they might end up being the death of me. When had he gotten all of them? When he’d walked out of my life, his body, still muscular but nothing like it was now, had been without the first drop of ink. Now? His physique was nothing short of a work of art.