Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
A Jimmy Buffet song blares on the surround-sound speakers, and my resolve to sally forward through this evening quickly starts to dissolve.
But all of the noise and revelry is sucked into the abyss as I stand gape-mouthed, looking at the man-god in front of me. He’s a devastating combo of Dwayne Johnson and some dangerous tattooed outlaw but with way better hair. His skin is tanned to a warm toasty-brown with these wild almost reddish-black eyes, and I wonder for a second if he’s real.
He’s standing so still he looks like a statue, except there’s a hardening of his jaw muscle as he looks at me and I drop my eyes to the pool deck as my name is called from near the bar.
I shift around him, daring to look up again and an awkward smile twists my lips. I know I must look like a crazy woman with my wild twisted hair and mis-matched flip flops.
I nod for no known reason when his gaze catches mine. He’s got a scent like trouble and lust and it feels like every inch of my skin flickers to life.
There’s a warmth down between my legs that starts to pulse, and if I didn’t know better I’d swear my pheromones were sending up smoke signals, because his eyes dart down to my crotch and I think I hear him groan.
“Excuse me,” I hear as a trio of Real Housewives of Beverly Hills types shuffle up between us.
I’m barely breathing, sucked into the sexy vortex of the security guy as one of the women pushes past, then turns to get a better look and I get a solid smack from her enhanced triple-D’s right in my face.
“Jesus,” I mutter. “A little too much cement in that silicone, you practically gave me a black eye.”
“What?” She spins around, narrowing her eyes, false lashes brushing her eyebrows with her overly-plumped lips pursed. “Did you say something?”
“Yes,” a low rumble comes from Mr. tall dark and tropical, “she said something.” His eyes shift to me. “You want to file an assault report?”
He leans around her, looking beyond her blonde extensions with a twinkle in those burgundy-rimmed black eyes.
“Assault?” I say, as the blonde Barbie trio tries to piece together some brain cells and figure out what’s going on.
“She hit you, didn’t she?” He says.
“I didn’t hit her.” Cement boobs scrunches up her face.
“I think your eye is starting to swell shut.” Sexy man brushes his thumb across my face and God, he smells so good my mouth starts to water.
“Ouch!” I feign a wince as he touches me and lightning bolts of desire dart down between my legs, all the way into my toes.
“You want to press charges?” Sexy security man gives me a wink.
All three of them gasp and look my way.
“No. As long as she can control…those. I’ll let it go.”
“Maybe time for you three to go find another pool. I think we’re at capacity here anyway.” He nods toward the exit doors. “Think it’s best for everyone if you move along.”
The blonde, silicone trio hiss and shoot me ten kinds of dirty looks before they work their way back into the hotel, leaving me standing there wondering what just happened.
“Thanks,” I manage as I hear my name called again and look over to see Harold making lewd hip movements toward the hulking man in front of me. “I should go. My friends…”
He snaps his tongue along his sexy white teeth as his eyes narrow. “I’ll be here.”
CHAPTER 2
Chance
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“What the hell was all that?” The red head that called her over asks as I listen in.Her friend sips some fruity-ass tropical overpriced drink, as the little dark-haired beauty sits on the edge of the pool by the end of the swim up bar, dangling her feet in the water. I imagine her naked as my eyes stay pinned, ready to stomp over and drag her away at the first sign of anything I don’t like.
And right now it wouldn’t take much.
I see every size, shape and color here. Plenty of stunning women pass through, but none of them have ever sent my dick into full-on fuck mode with a single look.
She’s a tiny fucking thing but even under that cover up, I can tell her tits are life changing. Full and womanly if a little out of proportion to the rest of her, but in truth, so fucking perfect.
If I fucked her she’d probably end up in the ER, but my cock doesn’t seem to think that’s an issue right now. I’m flagpole-hard and weeping cum into my jeans, trying to figure out how a wisp of a woman like her has turned me into a lust-crazed predator with only a handful of words.
“Just tropical shenanigans.” Her voice rumbles through me like thunder. “Boob jobs in the wild tend to get a little out of control.”