nodded, then resumed eating the pineapple chicken she’d ordered.
She still couldn’t believe she’d forgotten about that second condom, either. It was unthinkable. Chase and Reggie, her old boyfriends, had both begged to fuck her without one, but she’d never let them. And now she’d just fucked a stranger without one? How had that happened? Too much passion, she guessed. Too much urgency.
And…well, maybe that was another reason it had felt so good on top of him once she’d gotten accustomed to his size.
Then she shuddered. His size . He was magnificent to say the least. How did he even keep that contained in his pants?
“Darling, are you sure you’re all right?” This time it was her dad. Damn it, he’d seen her tremble.
“I guess…I felt a breeze or something. One minute I’m hot, the next I’m cold.
Weird,” she concluded.
She’d loved that Scott had felt responsible for protection—it was a far cry from Chase and Reggie, who had tried to get by without a condom with her more than once.
And the truth was…she wasn’t sure why she hadn’t let them. As she’d mentioned to Scott, she took birth control pills—it kept her periods regular—and both of her previous relationships had been long-term things, where she’d had no real fears of disease.
But somehow…well, maybe she hadn’t been dying for sex with them the same way she’d been dying for it last night. Maybe she’d actually liked the idea of keeping some tiny barrier between her and them.
And then it hit her anew. Wow! Scott was the only guy she’d had sex with who her father hadn’t picked for her, who’d been totally her choice. When she thought about it that way, maybe it was no wonder she’d managed to be so aggressive and wild with him.
Even if the memories made her begin to blush.
“Seriously, Payton, are you feeling all right?” her father said, looking concerned.
“Your face is turning red again.”
Oh boy—this was getting tricky. “I’m honestly fine,” she claimed. “In fact, I would say I feel unusually good tonight.” Because soon I’m going to meet my lover.
Wow, she actually had a lover.
And she hoped like hell that he wanted to love her some more.
* * * * *
After saying goodnight to her parents at the Crystal Sands, Payton made her way back to the yacht where she traded in her sleeveless but fairly conservative blouse for a low-cut halter top in an island floral print. She kept on the summery white wrap skirt and cork wedge heels she already wore—then made her way back to Duvall Street.
The Lazy Lizard was everything she’d hoped—a casual, laid-back island bar that seemed filled with locals and tourists alike. A Jimmy Buffett song played over loud speakers, a thatched roof covered the square bar in the center of the room, and peanut shells dusted the floor. Colorful umbrella drinks seemed to be the norm, dotting the bar and lots of tables.
Weaving through the crowd, it didn’t take long to feel admiring male eyes on her—which she liked, but it also intimidated her just a little. The truth was, she’d never been to a bar like this before. Upscale nightclubs in New York and Vegas, sure—usually with her father-approved friends. But she’d never had occasion to step into a low-key neighborhood drinking establishment.
She took a seat at the bar and checked her watch. Ten twenty-five.
“Buy you a drink?”
She looked up to find an attractive, professional-looking guy in a polo shirt and khaki pants—probably here on vacation with his friends. His grin was more polite than smarmy, although she had no doubt he was hoping for vacation sex if he got the chance. She returned a light smile. “Thanks, but I’m meeting someone.”
The guy snapped his fingers in disappointment. “My loss.”
When he departed, she took up a laminated drink menu from behind a napkin holder and perused the tropical offerings. Two bartenders worked the bar but both were busy and hadn’t yet looked her
She still couldn’t believe she’d forgotten about that second condom, either. It was unthinkable. Chase and Reggie, her old boyfriends, had both begged to fuck her without one, but she’d never let them. And now she’d just fucked a stranger without one? How had that happened? Too much passion, she guessed. Too much urgency.
And…well, maybe that was another reason it had felt so good on top of him once she’d gotten accustomed to his size.
Then she shuddered. His size . He was magnificent to say the least. How did he even keep that contained in his pants?
“Darling, are you sure you’re all right?” This time it was her dad. Damn it, he’d seen her tremble.
“I guess…I felt a breeze or something. One minute I’m hot, the next I’m cold.
Weird,” she concluded.
She’d loved that Scott had felt responsible for protection—it was a far cry from Chase and Reggie, who had tried to get by without a condom with her more than once.
And the truth was…she wasn’t sure why she hadn’t let them. As she’d mentioned to Scott, she took birth control pills—it kept her periods regular—and both of her previous relationships had been long-term things, where she’d had no real fears of disease.
But somehow…well, maybe she hadn’t been dying for sex with them the same way she’d been dying for it last night. Maybe she’d actually liked the idea of keeping some tiny barrier between her and them.
And then it hit her anew. Wow! Scott was the only guy she’d had sex with who her father hadn’t picked for her, who’d been totally her choice. When she thought about it that way, maybe it was no wonder she’d managed to be so aggressive and wild with him.
Even if the memories made her begin to blush.
“Seriously, Payton, are you feeling all right?” her father said, looking concerned.
“Your face is turning red again.”
Oh boy—this was getting tricky. “I’m honestly fine,” she claimed. “In fact, I would say I feel unusually good tonight.” Because soon I’m going to meet my lover.
Wow, she actually had a lover.
And she hoped like hell that he wanted to love her some more.
* * * * *
After saying goodnight to her parents at the Crystal Sands, Payton made her way back to the yacht where she traded in her sleeveless but fairly conservative blouse for a low-cut halter top in an island floral print. She kept on the summery white wrap skirt and cork wedge heels she already wore—then made her way back to Duvall Street.
The Lazy Lizard was everything she’d hoped—a casual, laid-back island bar that seemed filled with locals and tourists alike. A Jimmy Buffett song played over loud speakers, a thatched roof covered the square bar in the center of the room, and peanut shells dusted the floor. Colorful umbrella drinks seemed to be the norm, dotting the bar and lots of tables.
Weaving through the crowd, it didn’t take long to feel admiring male eyes on her—which she liked, but it also intimidated her just a little. The truth was, she’d never been to a bar like this before. Upscale nightclubs in New York and Vegas, sure—usually with her father-approved friends. But she’d never had occasion to step into a low-key neighborhood drinking establishment.
She took a seat at the bar and checked her watch. Ten twenty-five.
“Buy you a drink?”
She looked up to find an attractive, professional-looking guy in a polo shirt and khaki pants—probably here on vacation with his friends. His grin was more polite than smarmy, although she had no doubt he was hoping for vacation sex if he got the chance. She returned a light smile. “Thanks, but I’m meeting someone.”
The guy snapped his fingers in disappointment. “My loss.”
When he departed, she took up a laminated drink menu from behind a napkin holder and perused the tropical offerings. Two bartenders worked the bar but both were busy and hadn’t yet looked her
Similar Books
