Epilogue #2
By the time he says it, I’ve already licked him clean, pulled his bikini bottoms back up, and he’s damn near fully recovered from his orgasm.
“Think you’re funny, do you?” I ask in the most menacing voice I can muster.
Taylor holds up his thumb and forefinger. “Little bit.”
“We’ll see how funny you think you are when I tie your hands behind your back and make you watch me—"
“Well, I think that ending calls for celebration. How about a redo on the body shots? I’ve been practicing,” Hudson says, climbing on board, interrupting our moment. I’m just glad Tay’s swimsuit is back in place.
“Did I not show you boys up well enough last time? You really think a repeat performance is necessary?” I ask, helping Taylor stand up. As I do, I see all my friends swimming toward the boat like weird water zombies at the mention of body shots.
Horny fuckers. All of them.
“Is that shit talk, Knoxy?” Jake asks from the ladder, a wide grin on his face.
“Damn right,” I confirm.
“Okay, a little bet then,” Phoenix says with a smirk and a twinkle in his eye that I don’t trust.
“What are you thinking?” Hudson asks, pulling out the little cutting board and limes Jake stashed in the cooler.
“Whoever has the sexiest body shot technique gets to choose who loses their suit for the rest of the afternoon,” Phoenix announces.
“What is with you and always wanting to be naked?” I ask.
Phoenix eyes me and wags his eyebrows. “Do we have a deal?”
If he wins, he will undoubtedly pick Taylor to strip. If for no other reason than just to mess with me and Taylor would do it in a heartbeat.
“I’m out!” Shannon laughs.
“Us too,” Cassie says, pointing between her and Miguel before adding, “The three of us will be the judges but someone’s going to have to drive me back to the dock if Dylan’s getting naked.”
Since everyone on this boat except for Miguel and Hudson—and I include Hudson loosely here—is gay, the girls weren’t really at risk, but we roll with it.
And since no one else seems to think the wager is an issue, they all raise their hands, signaling that they’re in.
So, I relent, already planning my moves.
Phoenix forgets that when I did this last year, I’d never even kissed a guy, and I still put them all to shame.
Now, I’m so much more aware of how to wring pleasure from a man’s body.
“Fine,” I grumble, already tasting my victory.
“You ready to lose, big boy?” Phoenix taunts, patting me on the chest.
I can’t help my smirk. “Just waiting for you to bring the heat.”
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