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

cocoon them now. Everywhere the water touched her felt like a small, light caress—it felt more as if they were wrapped in velvet than H2O.

She wished like hell she wasn’t wearing her silly flippers or mask. Reaching up, she yanked the mask off her face, looping it around her wrist, then did the same for him. Ah yes, so much nicer to look into those blue eyes without anything in the way.

Disentangling her fins from his, she drew her legs back. “Fins are in the way,” she murmured. His mouth was so close, she wanted to kiss him.

“Mmm,” he said. “That’s all right.” He slid his thigh between hers, beginning to rub her cunt through her bathing suit, sending waves of pleasure echoing out through her body like sonar. Her leg naturally ended up between his as well, and she relished the feel of his hard shaft against her thigh.

Without her permission, her body began to respond, moving against him, riding his leg. She drew in her breath, wishing she could stop.

“Don’t fight it, angel, if it feels good.”

“But…the people.”

Chris looked around them, so Carrie did, too. Fortunately, no one was nearby, and they were fairly far from the boat, which made her think maybe she could kiss him, maybe she could ride his thigh to hot ecstasy, until…

“Hey, Chris!” Jake yelled from on board.

“Shit,” he murmured, but he didn’t disengage from her, only looked to his crew member and yelled, “What?”

“Fifteen minutes!”

“Okay, thanks.” He looked to Carrie, his big hands still gently caressing her hips, back, ass. “It’s almost time to call everybody in.” He let out a sigh. “Which means I need to head in now, to help take gear and get lunch ready.”

Carrie nodded, waiting for him to separate from her and end their sexy water play. But he didn’t.

“Come to the Lazy Lizard tonight.”

“The what?” she asked.

He flashed his usual grin. “The Lazy Lizard. It’s a bar just off Duval, a block up from the Conch Train Depot. I tend bar there a couple nights a week.”

She blinked, incredulous. “How many jobs do you have?”

He laughed. “Several. But payments on that thing,” he said, pointing to the boat, “aren’t cheap.” He looked back at her, his face serious again, his blue eyes filled with slow heat. “Anyway, come to the Lizard tonight. I don’t get off ‘til two, but Monday nights are slow, so I might be able to leave early. Either way, we can hang out and…” With both hands, he slowly squeezed her ass tight, his fingers thrillingly close to her tingling pussy.

“And?”

He glanced down at her breasts and ran his palms gently up her sides until his thumbs stroked the outer curve of her sensitive mounds. “And remember, on the party boat, how I told you I couldn’t touch you there?”

She nodded.

“Well, I can’t touch you quite as much as I want here, either. But at the bar, angel, I can touch you as much as I want.”

Chapter Four

Carrie’s cunt rippled with anticipation and her nipples rubbed relentlessly against the lace edge of her bra. She wore a white miniskirt and a pink form-fitting blouse that hugged her breasts and waist. And she was headed up Duval Street, toward the Lazy Lizard.

Around her, the street buzzed with nightlife. Souvenir shops, restaurants, bars, and the occasional old art deco hotel lit up Key West’s main thoroughfare as music of all kinds spilled out in the street from various open doors. Mopeds and old-fashioned dune buggies mixed with other vehicles on the street. A horn beeped and she looked up to see a Mustang convertible filled with young guys, waving at her, one of them yelling, “Want to go for a ride, sweet thing?”

She simply smiled, shook her head, and said, “Sorry.”

She couldn’t wait to see Chris again—she couldn’t wait to let him touch her as much as he wanted. His words had slithered through her body like hungry, living things, even as he’d pulled away from their embrace and began swimming back to the boat. And she’d surrendered. Fully. Wholly.

She supposed that was when it had happened, in the ocean, with him prodding her to rub her pussy against his leg, his big cock pressing against her thigh. But now, walking into his bar, was the official surrender.

As for the fact that she would probably feel desperately hurt when she left him at the end of the trip—or maybe tonight was all he wanted, who knew?—she wasn’t thinking about that. Whether that was acceptance or avoidance, she didn’t know, but she also didn’t care. For once in her life, she wasn’t going to think about the future, where something would lead—she was going to think about the moment, the night, and all the excitement and passion it could hold.

The Lazy Lizard was an open-air bar built of worn, aged timber, made to look like a large, dilapidated shack, set in a lot behind a t-shirt shop. The arched sign featured a gecko lounging on a towel beneath a beach umbrella, hands behind his head. Even before venturing inside, she sensed the fun, easygoing atmosphere of the place and could already tell Chris fit here.

Loud rock music blared from the scantily-roofed structure and patrons sprinkled the establishment, some sitting at tables, others at the bar. Beer and colorful mixed drinks appeared to be the only thing anyone was consuming at the Lazy Lizard, although she did see one basket of nachos being shared by an older couple.

“Hey, sweets.”

A light, brushing pinch on the back of her arm drew her eyes around to find Shay, Chris’s crew member from the snorkeling boat. Her thin red halter top clearly outlined her perky breasts and her ultra-short denim cutoffs displayed her tan legs nearly as well as her bikini had. Now that night had fallen, she wore makeup—blue eyeliner made her eyes look larger and more round, and red-tinted gloss made her pretty lips glisten. She carried an empty tray under her arm.

“Hi, Shay,” she