3. Day Two
CHAPTER 3
Day Two
SEA DAY
DOMINIC
I was hoping Katie would have come back to the room by now, but she’s still not here. Pulling off my clothes, I step into the bathroom to take a shower. The shower is small, but it’s enough to do the job. I just hope I don’t end up having to rub one out. I’m likely to slam my fist against the wall.
After a quick shower, I dry off before wrapping the towel around my waist. I didn’t hear Katie come in, but I’d rather not give her an eye full. She is already wary of me.
Making my way out of the bathroom, I feel slightly disappointed that she’s not here. Part of me wanted to see her.
Dropping the towel, I grab a pair of boxers. As I’m pulling them up my legs, the door opens.
My eyes dart up to find Katie closing the door behind her. As she turns, she freezes, her eyes growing wide.
“I-I-…” she sputters.
I slowly pull the boxers the rest of the way up, adjusting my now half-hard dick before giving her my back.
“Sorry. I didn’t realize you would be back so soon,” I tell her, taking my time to find what I want to wear next.
“I should have knocked. Maybe that should be the first rule.”
I glance over my shoulder at her, finding her eyes glued to my back.
“Sure. If it makes you feel better, but I don’t really mind if you see me naked.”
Her eyes snap to mine. “That’s rule two. No sex.”
Pulling a T-shirt on over my head, I turn to her. “What rules are these again?”
“Rules for fake dating. We can’t do this without having boundaries.”
I chuckle, grabbing a pair of shorts, pulling them on.
“Why can’t we just go with the flow?” I ask.
She rolls her eyes. “Of course you want to just wing it. I mean, you live your life figuring shit out as you go, don’t you?”
I go to argue with her but decide against it. Katie has had her mind made up about me almost since the moment we met.
I don’t date, which means I must be a player.
I live life to the fullest, so that must mean I’m impulsive.
She assumes I’m some playboy without a plan, but that’s not true. I’m the one who always has a plan. The responsible one of the group making sure everyone is being safe.
Not that she would notice.
I clench my jaw. “Whatever you say, doll. What other rules are there?”
“This is fake dating. We aren’t dating for real,” she tells me again.
It irks me that she feels she has to put an emphasis on it. “Sure. What else?”
Her eyes narrow. “No kissing or unnecessary touching.”
“I veto that rule.”
Her eyes widen. “What? Why? Do you want to kiss and touch me?”
Stepping closer to her, I brush a piece of hair out of her face, reveling in the way her breath catches.
“You’re a gorgeous woman. Of course I want to touch you. To kiss those plump lips of yours. However, that is not why I veto.”
She swallows hard, stepping back from me. “Why then?”
“We are two consenting adults who are sharing a room and have revealed that they have been secretly dating. Don’t you think it would be odd if I didn’t touch you or kiss you? I mean, bare minimum, we need some pecks here and there and I will be holding your hand anytime we walk together.”
She bites her bottom lip as she mulls over what I said. Each nibble makes my dick grow harder.
“I guess that’s fine.”
Fine. She says fine.
A crazy idea pops into my head.
Shaking my head, I chuckle. “I could give you the real girlfriend experience.”
Her eyes look curious. “What would that entail?”
“For the next fourteen days, well actually until after the wedding, I would treat you as if you were really my girlfriend. That means you let me touch and kiss you as much as I want to.”
She swallows hard. “What happens after the wedding? You dump me?”
“Of course not. The ending depends entirely on you. We can tell everyone that we split amicably. I can take all the blame. You can tell them I’m such an asshole you couldn’t stand being with me for another moment. Fuck, you can tell them I have a small dick and couldn’t get you off. I don’t care.”
She eyes me warily. “You would really let me say whatever I want?”
I nod. “Yep. Whatever you need to do to keep your reputation intact.”
“What about you? Wouldn’t that make you look bad?”
I shrug. “People already think I’m an asshole. I really don’t give a fuck if women think I’m small. I don’t date for a reason, doll. The women I see know the score. If by chance I finally find a woman I want to date, she won’t care that some ex-girlfriend said I had a small pecker.”
“How generous of you,” she says sarcastically.
“Also, if we do this, then that means you go on all shore excursions with me.”
“I can’t afford a bunch of extra shit.”
I smirk at her. “Good thing I already booked you on all the ones I’m on. No worries. Tomorrow we go snorkeling.”
Her eyes widen a moment, a look of fear flittering in her eyes. “I don’t like you buying me things.”
I sigh. She is obviously worried that I’ll ask her to pay me back. She should know that’s not who I am. How would she though? She’s never allowed me to show her the real me.
“Think about it like this. You’re getting a free vacation. I paid for the room, the drink package, food, and excursions. All you have to do is sit back and look hot. Besides, you are solving an issue for me too.”
“Really? What issue is that?”
“My mom is going to be at the wedding too. She has been on my ass about settling down. You’ll be the first girl I’ve claimed as my girlfriend in a really long fucking time. So not only will she leave me alone about dating, but I will actually have a date for the wedding. All I want are some dances.”
“We won’t have sex though.” She almost looks disappointed at that fact.
“We won’t do anything you don’t want to do, but I will need a little leeway.”
“Like what?”
She looks nervous, as she should be. I have plans for us. I might not be able to prove to her that I would make a worthy boyfriend, but I sure will make her miss me when she finally leaves me.
I give her a cocky grin as I answer her. “Want to go get a drink by the pool?”
KATIE
“Are you really going to sit there and look through magazines?”
When I told Dominic I wanted to come lay out while reading a book instead of grabbing a drink, he insisted on coming with me.
At first, I was hesitant. I hate when people interrupt me while I’m reading.
Then he reassured me he would leave me alone by grabbing all the cruise line magazines out of the room.
“It’s interesting. Did you know there are some cruise lines you can live on year round?”
“I didn’t. What else have you learned?”
I set my book down, now interested in what he finds entertaining.
He flips back a few pages. “They have bedazzled white girl boots.”
I chuckle. “White girl boots?”
“You know. The boots the white girls wear thinking they are going to keep their feet warm, but they are really a poor excuse for footwear.”
He turns the page toward me. My laughter comes easier when I see the boots he speaks of.
“You know they bedazzle like everything,” I say, thinking back to the spa services the ship offers.
“Oh?” he asks.
“Mmhmm. Look at the spa packages.”
He sets his magazine down, searching for the spa services.
“What am I looking for?”
“Oh, you’ll know when you see it.” I try to withhold my smile.
His eyes scan the list. Then they widen.
“Va…vajazzled? Is that what I think it is?”
I shrug. “If you think it’s a vagina adorned with a ton of fake jewels, then yes. Yes, it is.”
“My god. What? Why? I cannot unsee this.”
He turns the magazine, showing some of the services and right there, front and center, is the top area of a woman’s lower area with jewels.
“What the fuck, Dom? Why would you do that to me?” I cover my eyes, laughter spilling out.
“If I had to see it, you did too.”
“You can’t even see the actual vagina. It’s just her FUPA.”
He looks at me in horror. “Do I even want to know what that means?”
“Fat upper pussy or pubic area, depending on who you talk to.”
I go to casually pick my book back up, but he grabs it from me instead.
“Oh, no you don’t. I have questions.”
I let out a heavy sigh, but secretly I’m amused.
“Go on.”
“Do women really plan to show their pussy that much that they feel they have to dress it up like that? What happened to a nice but classy landing strip? Or neatly trimmed? Even a piercing is better than this.”
Shaking my head, I try to contain my laughter. “I can’t answer that. I’ve never had it done.”
“Maybe I’ll pay for you to have it done.”
“Nope. No way. I am not letting them glue anything to my vagina. I’m an all-natural girl.”
His eyes heat a moment before he focuses back on the page.
“Three hundred and twenty-five dollars for this. I mean, it’s a logistical nightmare. Like what if it cuts my dick? For crying out loud, there’s a glitter option. We all know glitter is never really gone. Glitter in my pubes?” He shudders.
I can’t contain it now. I’m dying with laughter, unable to breathe as I lie back on my lounger.
“Think about how long it could linger if it gets lost inside of your vajayjay. It would be there forever. Talk about a nightmare.”
Dominic has a small smile on his lips as he looks at me with adoration. For a moment, I feel like I should be concerned about the new look, but before I can, he speaks again.
“Imagine going down on a vajazzled chick. It would be like sandpaper. She’s taking off her panties trying to be sexy, then bam, her panties pull one off, shooting it off like a projectile, taking out an eye.”
The more I laugh, the more he keeps going.
“God help if you slip out mid stroke and jam the head into one. I mean, that already hurts, but it would be twice as bad. Especially if it cuts you.”
My sides start to hurt as I try to stop laughing, but I can’t. My eyes are tearing up as I try to gulp in air.
Between laughing fits, I choke out, “What if…you go down…and choke on one?”
He bursts out laughing with me. “Death by vajazzle. Damn, what an embarrassing way to go! Or maybe you snort it instead. Then you’d go to the emergency room. The nurse would be like”—he adopts a feminine voice—“‘Sir, your nasal cavity is severely damaged. Have you been snorting cocaine?’” He switches back to his normal voice. “‘No, ma’am. I was muff diving and hoovered a fucking cooter jewel up my damn nose.’”
I’m about to fall out of my chair I’m laughing so hard. He jumps up, catching me as my body shakes.
“I’m going to pee my fucking pants,” I wheeze as he slides behind me, pulling me into his chest.
He rubs my arms as I continue to get control of my body.
“I’d rather date someone who pees her pants than someone who bedazzles her vagina.”
I shake my head, letting him hold me. When I finally get a hold of myself, I wipe my eyes from the tears.
Glancing around, I can see eyes darting our way, but for once, I don’t mind the attention.
Looking back at Dominic, I smile.
“Thank you. I needed that.”
He shrugs. “Anytime. How about you relax back and read while I take a nap? I think those magazines have scarred me.”
Letting him arrange me so my back is flat against his chest, I let myself settle. Then he hands me my book.
For a moment, I wonder what it would be like if this was real.
Would he always make me laugh like that?
Glancing over my shoulder, I smile. His eyes are closed behind his sunglasses. His hands are on my hips, one lightly brushing against my skin.
He called this the girlfriend experience. If this is how he is with girlfriends, then I might not want to give him back when it’s over.