Carrie had gone. “That’s exactly how it was when I met Carrie. It felt really special that she chose me to be so open with—especially since I knew she’d never been that open with anyone before.”
“Exactly!” Scott said. He remembered Chris explaining all that to him before, but only now did he really get it.
“Aha,” Chris said, teasing, “so she is special.”
Scott, however, just lowered his chin and cast his buddy a pointed look. “I like her, sure. But, uh, I’ve known her for about forty-eight hours and she’ll be leaving the island soon anyway.”
“If you recall,” Chris pointed out, “Carrie was here on vacation. It doesn’t take long when it’s right, buddy.”
Even so, Scott shook his head. “No, dude. Afraid you’ve got it all wrong. Payton might be a special girl, but this is still just a fling.” Then he laughed, even if it was a little bit forced. “I wouldn’t know how to have anything else.” And that was the truth.
Yet now it was Chris shaking his head. “I’m telling you, that’s what I thought too.”
At which Scott let out an annoyed sigh. “Dude, knock it off. I’m having a good time with her and…giving her some hot memories to take with her. That’s all.”
* * * * *
Early that evening, Payton sat on the yacht’s deck drinking iced tea with her father as they awaited dinner. Payton’s mom was shopping with the wife of her dad’s business associate, who they’d dined with last night—and wow, that seemed so long ago.
“How do you like Key West?” he asked her.
And, dear Lord, just that mere question made her pussy flutter with secrets. “Uh, better than I might have expected,” she said. The complete truth.
“Is your face turning red again?” he asked, leaning forward, looking concerned.
Sheesh—suddenly she was a blushing machine. The result of casual sex, clearly.
Okay, so it was casual, intensely wild, forbidden, very nasty sex. If a blush was the price she had to pay, so be it. “It’s…the sun,” she insisted. Then changed the subject. “I went snorkeling today.”
Her father drew back slightly, looking shocked. “Snorkeling?”
For a man who’d just bought a fleet of boats in an area where snorkeling was a major tourist attraction, he acted as if he’d never even heard of it. “Yeah, you know— looking at pretty fish under the water.”
“I know what it is, Payton—I just never thought about…doing it.”
She gave a smug, knowing shrug. “Maybe you should. It was fun.” Besides the adventure of seeing fish in the coral reef with Scott, she’d enjoyed meeting his friends too. He was right, Chris would have been a great guy for a three-way—but once she’d met Carrie, she’d liked her too much to even think about him that way anymore.
Across the table from her, her father blinked uncertainly. “Well…good. I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he said, sounding contrite. “But what made you decide to go snorkeling?”
Payton drew in a deep breath and made a split decision. “I met a guy who invited me.”
“A guy? What guy?”
Another deep breath. In. Out. Be a grown-up with him—for once. “Just a guy. A normal guy.” Who’s doing really naughty things to me with his huge penis. But she left that part out, even if the thought made her pussy surge again. “Dad, I’m twenty-six years old. I can meet a guy and go snorkeling with him if I want.”
And to her surprise, her father looked truly…penitent. “I…I guess you’re right.
Sometimes I forget how old you are—I tend to think of you as always being my little girl.”
“Don’t I know it,” she replied.
Which made him blink again. And she knew she was blowing his mind by suddenly being so honest and aggressive, but honesty and aggression—even if very different kinds—had served her pretty well the last couple of days, so maybe she was inspired to make other changes in her life now.
“Am I that bad?” he asked, looking as if he sincerely wanted
“Exactly!” Scott said. He remembered Chris explaining all that to him before, but only now did he really get it.
“Aha,” Chris said, teasing, “so she is special.”
Scott, however, just lowered his chin and cast his buddy a pointed look. “I like her, sure. But, uh, I’ve known her for about forty-eight hours and she’ll be leaving the island soon anyway.”
“If you recall,” Chris pointed out, “Carrie was here on vacation. It doesn’t take long when it’s right, buddy.”
Even so, Scott shook his head. “No, dude. Afraid you’ve got it all wrong. Payton might be a special girl, but this is still just a fling.” Then he laughed, even if it was a little bit forced. “I wouldn’t know how to have anything else.” And that was the truth.
Yet now it was Chris shaking his head. “I’m telling you, that’s what I thought too.”
At which Scott let out an annoyed sigh. “Dude, knock it off. I’m having a good time with her and…giving her some hot memories to take with her. That’s all.”
* * * * *
Early that evening, Payton sat on the yacht’s deck drinking iced tea with her father as they awaited dinner. Payton’s mom was shopping with the wife of her dad’s business associate, who they’d dined with last night—and wow, that seemed so long ago.
“How do you like Key West?” he asked her.
And, dear Lord, just that mere question made her pussy flutter with secrets. “Uh, better than I might have expected,” she said. The complete truth.
“Is your face turning red again?” he asked, leaning forward, looking concerned.
Sheesh—suddenly she was a blushing machine. The result of casual sex, clearly.
Okay, so it was casual, intensely wild, forbidden, very nasty sex. If a blush was the price she had to pay, so be it. “It’s…the sun,” she insisted. Then changed the subject. “I went snorkeling today.”
Her father drew back slightly, looking shocked. “Snorkeling?”
For a man who’d just bought a fleet of boats in an area where snorkeling was a major tourist attraction, he acted as if he’d never even heard of it. “Yeah, you know— looking at pretty fish under the water.”
“I know what it is, Payton—I just never thought about…doing it.”
She gave a smug, knowing shrug. “Maybe you should. It was fun.” Besides the adventure of seeing fish in the coral reef with Scott, she’d enjoyed meeting his friends too. He was right, Chris would have been a great guy for a three-way—but once she’d met Carrie, she’d liked her too much to even think about him that way anymore.
Across the table from her, her father blinked uncertainly. “Well…good. I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he said, sounding contrite. “But what made you decide to go snorkeling?”
Payton drew in a deep breath and made a split decision. “I met a guy who invited me.”
“A guy? What guy?”
Another deep breath. In. Out. Be a grown-up with him—for once. “Just a guy. A normal guy.” Who’s doing really naughty things to me with his huge penis. But she left that part out, even if the thought made her pussy surge again. “Dad, I’m twenty-six years old. I can meet a guy and go snorkeling with him if I want.”
And to her surprise, her father looked truly…penitent. “I…I guess you’re right.
Sometimes I forget how old you are—I tend to think of you as always being my little girl.”
“Don’t I know it,” she replied.
Which made him blink again. And she knew she was blowing his mind by suddenly being so honest and aggressive, but honesty and aggression—even if very different kinds—had served her pretty well the last couple of days, so maybe she was inspired to make other changes in her life now.
“Am I that bad?” he asked, looking as if he sincerely wanted
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