Key West Lacey Alexander (sad books to read .txt) 📖

of us,” Carrie imparted with a sheepish smile.

“That’s a sunset cruise, right?” Cole asked.

Carrie nodded, and Cole looked to his wife. “Well, maybe we’ll hang by the pool today, then take the cruise this evening.” He raised his eyebrows at her, looking more than a little sexy. “We can have fun on the boat, and then we can head back and have fun in the room.”

Amy agreed, then turned to Carrie, looking surprisingly embarrassed. “Speaking of which, I’m afraid we got pretty loud last night. I hope we didn’t keep you up.”

Carrie didn’t know quite how to answer. “Uh…no…not at all.” She reached for a strip of bacon and bit into it, half regretting her answer. Was she blushing or was it just the morning sun making her face feel so warm?

Amy gave her head a suspicious tilt, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. “You didn’t happen to be on your balcony last night, around eleven, did you?”

Carrie took advantage of having her mouth full, chewing slowly, trying to decide how to answer. Would they truly find it exciting to know she’d watched them? Or was that just something Cole had said last night to relax Amy? “Well, I…”

Amy smiled at her. “You were, weren’t you?”

Carrie shifted her gaze to Cole, across the table from her. His warm eyes brimmed with anticipation. She took a deep breath, then spoke softly. “Okay. Yeah. I was on the balcony.”

She was half afraid to peek back at Amy, but when she did, her new friend’s expression burned with as much passion as Cole’s. Pushing a long blonde lock behind one ear, Amy bit her lip. “Were you there the whole time? Did you see everything?” Her voice sizzled with the thrill of excitement.

Carrie felt as drawn into the conversation now as she’d felt drawn into their sex last night, as she’d felt drawn into getting wild with Chris on the boat yesterday. “Yes.”

Cole grinned, glancing at Amy before looking back at Carrie. “We’re pretty adventurous.”

Carrie nodded, smiling. “I noticed.” And despite the fact that they were clearly happy to have been watched, she couldn’t help saying, “I’m sorry. I should have gone inside when you guys came out.”

Amy shook her head as Cole replied. “No, we’re glad. We’ve recently discovered we get off on being watched. My only regret is that we didn’t know you were there at the time.”

* * * * *

Carrie felt unsettled and aroused by the time breakfast had ended. Fish—think about fish. Soon you’ll just be floating around the serene ocean watching the fish.

Of course, it was hard to think about fish with her nipples jutting prominently through the leopard skin and her pussy tingling from the sexy conversation she’d had with Amy and Cole. Before parting ways, they’d let her know they’d be out on the balcony again tonight.

But think about fish!

Checking her ticket, she scanned the marina for a boat called the Conch Fury. Lowering her eyes from the majestic masts soaring skyward against a blue background, she spotted it—another catamaran, only smaller—blending in among the crisp white of most of the other boats. Compared to the Party Barge, which floated nearby, the Conch Fury looked totally calm and respectable, the perfect place to drift back into reality.

Following a family of four onto the catamaran, her eyes fell on a familiar-looking guy hoisting a mesh bag of snorkel fins onto his shoulder. Chris’s roommate and emcee on the Party Barge, Scott. Oh no—would he recognize her? Probably not if she hadn’t become a crazed sex maniac during the wet t-shirt competition, but she definitely had.

“I wasn’t sure you’d come today.”

Despite the rising tropical temperatures, the blood froze in her veins at the sound of the voice behind her. She turned to find none other than Chris. She’d forgotten exactly how hot he was—how the sun glinted off his tan skin, how his muscles made her instantly want to be wrapped in his arms or rubbing herself against his hard body. Which, of course, brought to mind one particularly hard part of his body that she’d spent a few thrilling minutes rubbing herself against just yesterday.

Think about fish, for God’s sake!

But who could think about fish with such a fine male specimen standing before her? “What are you doing here?”

The corners of his mouth quirked into a smile. “This is my boat.”

“Your boat,” she echoed dumbly.

“I own it. Or, well, I almost own it. A few more payments and she’s all mine.”

She glanced down, now fully remembering that the last time she’d seen him, she’d been straddling him in a wet-t-shirt, her pussy exposed. “I had no idea you’d be on this cruise, too.”

She remained unable to meet his eyes, but sensed his grin. “Lucky you.”

Her voice dripped sarcasm. “Yeah, lucky me.”

“Why’d you run away yesterday? I thought we were having a good time together.”

Too good a time, given they were strangers. “Let’s just say…I was a little freaked out.”

“By?”

Wasn’t that obvious? “My own behavior. I’ve never even come close to doing anything like the things I did yesterday.”

“I figured that, after our talk about you being an angel and all. But I thought you did an admirable job of cutting loose.”

“That’s the problem. That wasn’t me. That was…rum punch.”

“Did you have a good time? I mean, right then, while you were on the boat—were you enjoying yourself?”

It would be stupid to lie. She’d clearly enjoyed everything she was doing. “Yes.”

He tilted his head. “Then it was you. Having a little fun. Nothing wrong with that.”

Carrie sighed. No way could she tell him her true regrets had to do with him—that she just didn’t think she could handle doing intimate things with someone she’d never see again, that it would hurt too bad when they said goodbye. “All the same, it’s like I said…I was weirded out.”

He placed his hand casually on her shoulder, yet his touch felt electric, humming down through her body to ripple madly between her thighs. “Listen, I have to go