Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 70607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
"Should we even go?" I look at Ace, trying not to overthink things, but my brain is going around and around in a circle. The sound of a champagne bottle makes us look out toward Roberto, who is filling the glasses for mimosas.
"Let's eat," Ace suggests, and when I walk to the table and sit down, I actually eat more food than I thought I would, but neither of us says anything to each other. "I'm going to go get changed," he says when he finishes his second dish. "And then you can go."
"Yeah," I say when he walks in, and I look at the glass of mimosa, thinking I shouldn't even permit myself to drink it. But my hand thinks before my head, and I down the drink. I put the glass down when he walks out of the bathroom, and he's wearing another pair of shorts. This pair is green with little pineapples on them. "Do you have a beach bag?" he asks like he didn't just walk out of the bathroom looking like one of those GQ guys on fitness magazines.
"When did you start working out?" If I wanted to crawl into a hole before those words came out of my mouth, these words make me want the floor to swallow me whole.
"Um, I started doing CrossFit." He smirks. "And then just biking and lifting weights."
All I can do is nod at him, getting up and walking over to the closet I see that it's half-empty, and then I open the first drawer. "Not my drawer," I say when I spot two boxes of condoms and then some lube and also some massage oils. "Did you bring this?" I look over at him, and he walks to me. He laughs out when he sees the drawer.
"Someone was expecting to have a party." He picks up the lube now. "What's in the second drawer?" he asks, and I shake my head.
"Probably whips and handcuffs," I mumble, walking over to the other closet and finding my things."I'm going to change," I say as he picks up the boxes of condoms.
"He's Ace," I mumble to myself as I slip on the pink bikini top. "It's Ace." I shake my head to make the fuzziness become clear, but all I can do is see him smirking at me. Slipping on the pink bikini bottoms with leaves I look at myself, seeing that my ass is again not covered but it's better than the string bikini that I have. The crochet cover-up shows what I'm wearing under it but at least some of me is covered.
"The car is here," Ace says, and I open the door walking to grab my beach bag. "He said that he has everything ready for us and to just bring ourselves." I don't say anything to him as I grab my glasses and walk out with him following me. I look over my shoulder and see his eyes on my ass. When he sees me looking, he puts his sunglasses over his eyes. "It's really bright outside," he claims.
I get in the golf cart, and he sits right beside me. "Are we ready?" Roberto says from the front with enthusiasm.
I want to tell him that no one is ready. That this is a bad idea and that we should pack our stuff and go home. But instead, I answer, "As ready as I'll ever be."
Chapter 17
Ace
"Watch your step," the captain says as we step onto the boat. Shelby puts her hand in his as she takes a step onto the back of the boat. Her ass is barely covered in that white dress. When I woke up this morning with my hand on her tit, I thought I was going to die, but then I felt her hand on my dick, and I didn't feel so bad.
"Welcome aboard," the woman says, holding a tray with drinks, and after last night, I'm not sure I should be drinking anything today.
"Thank you," Shelby says, smiling at her, and then grabs one of the glasses.
"We will be leaving any second," the lady declares. "I'm Simone, and I'll be assisting Captain Davey. If you need anything, just let me know. There is sunscreen on the table." I look over at the wooden table with four chairs and see the big bowl in the middle with all the sunscreens.
Shelby walks to the table, putting her straw bag down and then her glass. She looks at me. "Are you not going to drink?"
"Maybe later," I say. My eyes never leave her face, but she doesn't know this since I'm wearing my sunglasses.
"If you like, you can watch from the front of the boat," Simone sugggests. "Or you can sit out here." She points over to the two couch sets that are sitting in the sun.