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

did I seduce you?” And despite his growing discomfort with the idea, he did feel differently about her than any other woman he’d met down here.

“Maybe a little of both?” she asked.

He nodded. “Sounds about right.” He drew her into a loose embrace. “Listen, speaking of the boat, I’m off tomorrow and Shay and I made plans to go for a ride, spend the day hanging out on the ocean. Come with us.”

She looked slightly skeptical. “Are you and Shay…?”

“We’re good friends,” he assured her quickly. But a tendency toward honesty made him add, “I won’t lie to you—she and I have slept together before. But…well, you probably won’t quite get this, but you can do that with a friend sometimes, and still just be friends afterward. Since she and I work at the same places, there have been times when it just happened, without thought—before or after. It was…a warm body to pass the night with, for both of us. And it hasn’t happened in a while.”

She cast a doubtful grin. “You’re right, I don’t quite get it, but that’s okay.”

“Then you’ll go?”

She nodded against her pillow, then glanced at the bedside clock. “I hope you don’t have early plans, though, since it’s nearly four a.m.”

He reached over the bed to turn out the light. “We’re meeting at the catamaran at noon, so we can get at least a few hours of sleep first.”

* * * * *

Chris kissed her goodbye late the next morning, telling her he had to run home, change, and pick up some lunch to take on the boat, and that he’d meet her at the Conch Fury at noon.

In a state of half-sleep, Carrie could scarcely process that last night hadn’t been a dream, but something oh-so-real. Climbing out of bed naked, she made her way to the bathroom, noticing her bare pussy in the mirror. She stopped to study it and realized why Chris wanted it this way—it was sexy on display like this, no longer hiding behind curls.

Stepping into the shower, she saw all the evidence of their bathtub encounter last night—the open can of shaving cream and the razor, the dildo he’d used on her in the tub. She let out a sigh, remembering but still not quite believing that he’d gotten that cock and then his cock up inside her where she’d needed him so badly.

After donning her bikini and black sarong a few minutes later, she still had a few minutes to kill, so she grabbed some orange juice from the mini-bar and stepped out on her balcony to enjoy her Caribbean view.

“Good morning!” a woman’s voice called.

She turned to see Cole and Amy seated at their balcony table, a room service cart beside it. Cole wore a pair of black shorts and Amy wore a clingy camisole of white lace and matching panties, her dark nipples visible through the top.

“Hi,” Carrie said, smiling as she took a seat.

Amy gave her head a speculative tilt. “You weren’t on your balcony last night, were you?”

She pulled in her breath at the question. “I totally forgot. I’m sorry. I was…with a guy.”

“Say no more, girlfriend. You’re practically aglow.”

Across from Amy, Cole let out a laugh. “First a wet t-shirt contest and now a new guy. I think losing your fiancé was good for you.”

Carrie considered his words and realized, for the first time, “Maybe you’re right.” If all had gone as planned and if she were here with Jon right now, she’d probably be perfectly content, but she wouldn’t have had any of the eye-opening sensual adventures Chris had taken her on. And now that she’d pushed aside worries about leaving him at the end of the week, she thought she was probably happier than she’d been in a very long time. She felt…free. Devil-may-care. She’d never felt this way in her whole life.

“Did you guys go on the Party Barge last night?” she asked.

The couple exchanged glances and shared a private laugh. “Did we ever!” Amy exclaimed.

Carrie raised her eyebrows as she took a sip of her orange juice. “Okay, spill.”

Cole grinned at his wife, then at Carrie. “Let’s just say I’m honored to be sitting here with the Party Barge’s two most recent wet t-shirt winners.”

Carrie let out a chuckle. “Well, congratulations. I only hope you didn’t have to get as wild as I did in order to win.”

Amy giggled. “You were right about that rum punch.”

“Details?” Carrie asked.

Amy blushed and shook her head, appearing too overwrought to speak, so Cole answered for her. “Uh, long story short, my wife got completely naked, yanked me up on the stage, and gave me a very thorough blowjob.”

Carrie smiled. “Yep, that rum punch is something else.”

“And this morning,” Amy said, “we’ve got mimosas.”

Cole held up a stemmed glass. “Come on over and have one. We have a whole pitcher on ice.”

“Thanks, but I have to go as soon as I drink this.” She lifted her can. “I have a date.”

Amy raised her eyebrows. “With the guy from last night?”

She nodded. “We’re taking his boat out for the day.”

“Sounds fun.”

“What kind of boat?” Cole asked.

“A big catamaran. It’s one of the snorkeling excursion boats near the Party Barge. Actually, I met him on the Party Barge. He was part of the crew—but he wasn’t working last night, so you wouldn’t have seen him.”

“Did you have that emcee guy, Scott, on your cruise?” Amy asked.

Carrie laughed. “Yeah. He’s my guy’s roommate.”

“Mmm, mmm,” Amy said, sipping her mimosa, “if your guy is half as hot as that one, you’re a lucky girl.”

Across from her, Cole arched a scolding brow and spoke teasingly. “Hey, wifey. Forget who you’re with? Forget who made you scream your head off last night?”

She laughed and reached across the table to pat his hand. “Scott is nothing compared to you, baby.”

He gave her a lazy, sexy smile. “And don’t you forget it.”

Carrie sighed, envying their relationship. Like Chris, Cole seemed to accept and even relish his partner’s