Page 113 of Whirlwind

He grinned. “You’re something else, you know that? What kind of business is your demanding daddy in?”

“Land development, along with ranching.”

“Really?”

Lars stood up, “Dudes, I’m out. It’s going to be a full day in the hot sun tomorrow. Violet! You going to be ready?”

I raised my hands in the air. “SO ready.”

Beck’s hand strode up my back. “I’m going to head back to the hotel too. The booze and the time zone crazy have really caught up with me.”

“Let’s go.”

“You don’t have to come.”

“What?”

“If you don’t want to leave, stay.” His features were bland, cool. “Your decision.”

Uneasiness prickled at my scalp and gripped at my throat. “What do you mean?”

“If you want to stay and hang out, you should stay.” His gaze darted to Walker.

My mouth dropped open, I picked it up from the stone floor. Holy shit, he was giving me a pass to be with Walker tonight.

Errrmygawsh.

Beck hadn’t been messing around when he’d told me if anything or anyone came up on this trip to go for it.

This was electrifying.

Jolting.

Kind of exciting.

Beck flashed me a quick, cool smile.

Kind of nauseating.

He leaned into me. “You remember what I’d—”

“I remember, and that’s not what I want.” I slowly slid a hand around his upper thigh, my lips brushing his ear as I whispered, “I want to go back to our hotel, swallow your cock until you yell my name out loud. And if you’re a good boy, I’ll swirl your cum all over my tits. Then you’ll lick it off my tits and lick anything else you want. That’s for starters, depending on your time zone fatigue, of course.” My teeth nipped his earlobe. “How does that sound, babe?”

A choking sound cut from his throat. “Let’s go.”

43

Beck

“Wooo!”

Tag launched himself off the roof of the whitewashed villa, his body twisting back in the air, an acrobatic move that seemed so easy, relaxed. Unfettered. He was doing what came naturally. Lars was on the roof, his camera following Tag’s free dive and crash in the water. Shouts and laughter filled the air.

Everywhere he went, Tag dove off of every hotel roof and cliff into swimming pools, oceans, seas. It was his trademark.

Violet stood at the edge of the swimming pool taking shots. The new bathing suit I’d gotten her was wrapped tightly around her fantastic body. It was as if she were naked, but no, the bands of nude-colored fabric were strapped across her at all the important places. Places that I knew intimately.

Real intimately.

---