Page 10 of Lucky Shot
{-Demi}
It’s silly. I shouldn’t grin like this. It was one encounter and despite him asking if I would be on today, I probably won’t see him again. Besides… he could be a serial killer or… a girl. You can be anything online.
What would I do if he was either? Does it really matter who you fall in love with? I mean, I don’t want to get murdered…
Wait. It wasn’t even one whole night. It was like fifteen minutes!
Moving around the woods, I choose a large, fat stick and then gift it to him with a note telling him I appreciated the wood he gave me last night and ask if he’d like me to return it. There’s a moment I hesitate, wondering if that’s too vulgar. I add a little *tongue sticking out face* to make sure he knows I’m joking and then hit send.
Emoji for the win.
Probably.
Turning off the tablet, I climb out of bed and plug it in. It takes me a few minutes to rummage through the blankets to find the Bluetooth keyboard, but I fish it out and plug that in so they’re both fully charged and ready for tonight.
Not that I’m looking forward to meeting this online druid again. But you know, if we happen to both be on at the same time… that would be cool.
I run through the shower and my morning routine before checking the time. It’s half past ten. I’m going to miss sleeping in when hockey begins again. Except I already miss hockey. so maybe it’s a fair trade.
Most of the clothing I brought are different pairs of swimsuits. I think there are close to three dozen. Why does one man have so many? For these exact circumstances. There isn’t laundry on the yacht so I brought at least one for each day and then spares for half those days. You never know what you’re going to get up to in a day, especially with this crowd. I learned that the hard way the first summer I did this.
There are also a handful of actual clothing outfits, shoes, and the like. My eyes flicker to my bag in the bathroom and the accessories that I likely won’t wear, but are all for occasions that aren’t on the yacht. When here, it just makes the most sense to be in my bathing suit since chances are, I’m going to get in the water at some point.
The suit I choose is admittedly skimpy, but I like the way my ass hangs out. I think my ass is one of my best features. As it should be since my legs get such a workout on the ice. There’s an inch and a half elastic band that circles my hips. The back is a triangle of fabric that covers my crack but barely any of my ass cheeks, and then the front is an admittedly small pocket for my dick. It’s a cerulean blue color that somehow makes my eyes more distinct. Considering they’re brown, I think it’s an impressive feat.
With a hair band around my wrist, sunscreen in hand, and a last glance at my room to make sure all my electronics are plugged in and charging, I head into the hall and up to the deck. It’s quiet at the bow of the ship. There’s Larson and his husband, Dylan, curled up on a lounger reading. I absently wonder how they manage that on a ship. I’m not prone to motion sickness but I feel like reading might do it. The thought alone makes my stomach queasy.
The three football players (both American and European) are off to the side in the midst of what appears to be a very heated conversation. Based on the way the two American football players—Oddny and Donahue—are leaning toward the soccer player Gabe while he laughs and shakes his head, I’m pretty sure they’re debating which version of football is the better one.
An argument we’ve all been hearing. They should just give it up and admit hockey takes the cake. No balls involved!
The only other person back here is Azure, which is fortunate since it’s him I was going to search for first. Since he basically said I’m not his type, I figure he can be the one to lather me with sunscreen throughout the rest of the trip.
I stop in front of Azure and offer him a smile before handing him my sunscreen. There’s no moment of hesitation this morning, he just nods and gets to his feet as I turn around.
Then I close my eyes and relax as Azure methodically lathers my back in sunscreen. I don’t flinch or tense when he shifts my bikini aside to continue his thorough work. He’s all business and I really appreciate that. He taps my arms and I raise them. I feel his fingers on my wrist, and I glance that way to see he has the elastic pinched between two fingers and holding it like it might bite him.
I laugh. “I have long hair,” I say.
He hums and carefully takes it from my wrist and sets it on the table before finishing the back of me. When he turns me, I once again get the face treatment that makes me laugh before he moves down the front of my body. When he’s completed his task, he gently replaces the elastic on my wrist, careful not to snap it.
“So,” I say. “What do you want to do today?”
He raises a dark eyebrow at me as he retakes his seat.
“We’re going to be at sea all day, I think. Aren’t we headed to the Isle of Kala? That’s on the other side of Mexico. I’m not even sure if we have permission to sail through these waters,” I muse as I look out at sea. We’re still far enough from land that all I see is blue.
“I don’t think they’d sail us through the Panama Canal without permission,” Azure says. “There are nearly two dozen professional athletes on board this ship; our disappearance would not go unnoticed, so I think you can trust that we’re safe enough.”
I look at Azure again with wide eyes. I hadn’t even been thinking about a scenario that results in us disappearing! Well, fuck.
He smirks and shakes his head. “What do you want to do?”
For a few minutes, I watch the football players bicker and then the married couple who remain curled up on the cushions of the lounger while they read. That all seems rather boring.
This ship has everything. Literally everything.
“Come on,” I tell Azure. “Let’s just see what there is to do.”
