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

God, she’d forgotten. She wasn’t sure how, but somehow it had actually slipped her mind that life wasn’t going to go on like this, that in two days it would end and she’d once again be a mild-mannered bookstore owner in Maryland.

“Say I wasn’t leaving,” she said cautiously. “Say things were going to stay like this, with us. Would you still take the bet? For me?”

Chris took a sip of the orangey concoction in his glass, appearing to think it over. Carrie followed his gaze back to the pool, where the handsome guy looked lost in desire as he yelled out his pleasure, the guy who fucked him appearing equally as impassioned. Finally, Chris turned back to her, offering a soft grin. “Yeah. For you, angel, I would.”

Carrie bit her lip and leaned over to kiss him, her hand on his cheek. It touched her to hear he’d be willing to open himself up to something new and different and forbidden, as she had for him. And it broke her heart that she’d never know for sure what would happen, how the deal would turn out.

Only when the kiss ended did Carrie realize Scott had disappeared from the chair on the other side of Chris. “Where’s Scott?”

“Hot tub. It was empty, so he was hoping maybe the babe with the big boobs would join him.”

Carrie spotted the brunette who’d been doing the backstroke upon their arrival. She was sitting across the lap of another naked girl. “Looks like she’s busy.”

“Why don’t you and I go join him?” he suggested. “It’s not every day I get free use of a hot tub, and Scott won’t mind—he’s not exactly hard up for women.”

She giggled. “I didn’t think so.” She really thought she was hot enough already—both in terms of the weather and sexually—but Chris sounded like he wanted to indulge, so she didn’t mind.

Hand in hand, they made their way to the hot tub, where Scott sat, arms stretched out, his face leaning back toward the sun. “Still a party for one, I see,” Chris said with a laugh.

Scott looked up. “Not if you leave Carrie here for me.” She felt his wicked grin between her thighs.

“Nothing doing,” Chris said. “We just came to keep you company out of pity.”

Chris held Carrie’s hand as she stepped carefully into the roiling water. “Oooh, hot,” she said.

He smiled down at her. “At first. You’ll get used to it, though.”

She eased down onto the seat, Chris following to sit next to her, placing his arm comfortably around her shoulder.

“You two have too many clothes on for this place,” Scott commented.

Carrie gave Chris a speculative glance—for some reason, it hadn’t even occurred to her to take her bikini off, even though at the Garden of Ecstasy she’d gone topless from the start.

“I will if you will,” he said.

Reaching down under the water, she eased out of her bottoms, feeling glad she’d re-shaved her pussy that morning. She wasn’t sure anyone would be seeing it, but if someone did, she wanted it to be smooth and sexy-looking.

She tossed her bikini bottoms onto the concrete walkway above them just as Chris abandoned his trunks.

“What about those?” Chris said, pointing at her breasts.

The question reminded her that just a little while ago, he’d been nibbling on one of her nipples and she hadn’t gotten nearly enough of it. Suddenly feeling as coy as if she were performing for a crowd on the Party Barge, she shifted a sexy look back and forth between the two men, then reached up and sensually pulled the leopard print triangles to the side, baring her breasts between the bunched fabric.

“Mmm mmm,” Scott said, his voice thick with lust, “just as pretty as I remember from the Party Barge.”

Feeling hot, she smiled appreciatively and turned to Chris. “You know, earlier, you were just starting to kiss them when we got interrupted.”

“You’re right,” he said. “I bet they miss me.”

She nodded.

Scott spoke up. “Interrupted by me, I guess?”

“Mmm,” she said, both in answer to Scott and in response to Chris, who’d just leaned down to lick one hard, pink nipple.

She wrapped her arms around his head as he suckled her, her breasts floating just atop the swirling water. “Oooh,” she cooed at a particularly hard draw on the sensitive peak.

“A shame I don’t have two mouths, one for each breast,” he said, gazing playfully up at her. She was on the verge of reminding him he was able to pull both nipples into his mouth at the same time when she saw him cast a meaningful glance toward Scott.

“Maybe I could help out,” Scott offered.

Carrie’s pussy lurched beneath the water at the suggestion. She’d let the idea of being with two guys flit about her head for days now, without knowing if she could seriously act on it. Somehow being with Shay and Chris at the same time had seemed less forbidden, more like a game to please her man and broaden her horizons. But two guys at once—it was the sort of thing so unthinkable in the world where she’d been raised that such concepts had never even truly occurred to her. Could she do it? Her cunt was begging her to, pulsing madly between her thighs, urging her to take this one further step into pure hedonistic pleasure. But could she?

“Would you like that?” she whispered to Chris.

Looking deep into her eyes, he nodded. “I want to be as generous as you’ve been with me. I want you to know how it feels—as long as you want to.”

Taking a deep breath, Carrie glanced at Scott and lifted a hand to motion him closer.

As he scooted next to her, he spoke low. “Don’t worry, honey. You’re gonna like this a lot.”

Chapter Thirteen

The quake in her crotch said she believed him. Already, just having them both that close to her, knowing they were all naked, was exciting as hell.

“You two have to do me a favor, though,” she said softly.

“What’s