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

seduction. “Misbehave. Cut loose. Play.”

Mmm, did she ever want to play. With him. With what he had in his pants that he’d promised her was hard. But it was angelic Carrie who answered. “Well, unfortunately for you, I’m not into public displays.”

One side of his mouth quirked. “That is unfortunate for me. But…I guess I’m not really surprised.” His amused look faded and his tone said he was baiting her.

She played along. “Oh?”

“Yeah, I should have known you were too much of a good girl to have any fun.”

“I told you, I can have fun.”

“This kind of fun,” he said, motioning vaguely toward the stage.

“That sounds like a challenge.”

He shrugged, grinned. “Take it however you like.”

Just then, the crowd went wild and they both looked up to see a girl who’d spun “brunette” drawing another girl from the audience instead of a guy. When the young women reached the stage, they slid their arms sensually around each other and began to make out. Again, Carrie’s panties were awash with her pulsating reaction. Both girls rubbed their bikini-clad breasts together as they traded kisses using lips and tongues. It was all she could do not to clamp her hand down between her legs to stop the throbbing.

A quick glance at Chris revealed he was aroused by the girls, as well. His eyes were glued to the scene next to the carnival wheel, so she didn’t resist the urge to keep watching, either. The onstage kisses grew hotter as one girl slid her hands down onto the other’s ass, pulling her in so that their crotches touched. Cheers rose from the crowd as one of the girls gave her pelvis an exaggerated wiggle against the front of the other’s bikini bottoms.

Carrie’s entire body was on fire. Before this moment, the idea of two girls together had never made her think anything besides Yuck, but, unbidden, her breasts and nether region burned at the sensual sight until she actually caught herself wondering what it would feel like to touch another woman’s breasts, to rub up against another girl’s curves, to press her mound—pulsing relentlessly now—against another.

It was the rum, she told herself. It had to be the rum, causing all of this.

“Ever kiss a girl?” Chris asked, his voice even more heated, his face still right next to hers.

“No.” She didn’t look at him this time—she kept her eyes on the stage, where one of the girls now massaged the other’s breasts, much to the delight of the audience.

“Ever want to?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“Even right now?”

She glanced over at him. And lied through her teeth. “No.”

He grinned. “I don’t believe you.”

God, was she that transparent? She looked away and took another sip of her drink, draining it, then threw him a smile. “I need a refill.”

Her attention was drawn back to the stage when the cheers and applause for the two hot girls faded and Scott took charge again. “Thank you very much, ladies, for my hard-on.” The crowd responded with more whistles and cheers. “Now I’m gonna let some more of you lovely girls get us guys even harder, because it’s time for the wet t-shirt contest.”

Male howls filled the air and Carrie realized that the boat’s entire atmosphere had changed, turning so thick with sex you could almost smell it, taste it.

“Ladies, see me behind the partition for your t-shirt,” Scott said.

God, the party just kept getting hotter and hotter. Much more arousal and she’d probably disintegrate, self-destruct. She couldn’t remember a time in her life when she’d ever been this hot and worked up, even through all her years with Jon.

“I dare you,” came a low, husky voice in her ear.

She turned toward it. “What?”

Chris’s eyes turned glassy with want as he leaned forward to deliver a short, open-mouthed kiss to her lips. It traveled through her like a lit fuse racing toward an explosion, and when it reached the juncture of her thighs—God, she almost thought she could come, just from that.

“I said…I dare you.” He gave his head a provocative tilt and his voice remained a raspy growl. “Come on, angel. Misbehave. Cut loose. Play. Just for me.”

“Come on, ladies—don’t be shy,” Scott was saying into the mike now. It saved her from responding to Chris’s request, but didn’t stop her from letting the words sink down into her.

“Last chance,” he whispered.

Last chance, she thought. Last chance to let him see her, to let him watch her doing something wild. Last chance to make him fall in lust with her.

“And supposing I took this dare, what do I get out of it?”

He glanced down to the lei around his neck and said, “Free lei,” although, of course, she heard free lay, which made her giggle. “And…” he took a quick look down at the dwindling vat of punch next to him “…all the rum punch you can drink.”

“I already have that. And I’ve already drunk…too much, if I’m actually considering this.”

“Well, then, you’ll win my undying appreciation, because just between you and me,” he said, lowering his voice to a whisper, “I’m dying to see your breasts, angel.”

As his sexy words echoed through her, seeming to permeate her skin, she took a deep breath, her chest tightening, her mons aching relentlessly.

“Okay,” she said.

Chapter Two

His eyebrows lifted in pleasurable surprise. “Really?”

Oh God, what had she just said? She clearly had lost her mind now. “No,” she spat, retracting her agreement. “No, I…can’t. I’m sorry. I thought maybe I could there for a second, but I can’t.”

He gave his head a quizzical tilt. “You want to.”

She blinked. “What do you mean?”

She’d never met anyone with more persuasive eyes. “I mean you wouldn’t have said yes if, deep down inside, you didn’t want to be just a little bit bad for me.”

Mmm, yes, it had definitely been for him that she’d wanted to bare herself, and maybe if it were just the two of them, alone…but it wasn’t.

“All right, guys,” Scott’s voice sounded through the mike, drawing