Page 13 of Don't Puck Up

I couldn’t explain it. There was something about Chris and Kamirah Minns that drew me in. Chris was sweet and so adorably shy, a total contrast to his heavily tattooed body and those dark fuck-me eyes. Kamirah was confident and took no shit. She was strong and forthright, two qualities I loved in a person. It didn’t hurt that she was as easy on the eyes as her husband. Her pale skin contrasted vividly against her fiery copper hair. She was all curves with petite handfuls of breasts but wide hips and thick thighs. She was gorgeous. I’d had to bite my tongue when she stood up. Instantly, my mind filled with images of her legs wrapped around me, my hands gripping all that softness. For an arse man like me, she ticked every one of my boxes. I had a type, and she was it.

Then again, her husband was just as hot. His hockey thighs and thick, muscular arse were utterly biteable.

I swallowed hard, willing my dick into submission. I couldn’t afford to get a hard-on that I needed to take care of. I’d be late to the jetty and miss out on my chance to spend the day with them.

I’d been on hiatus, not hooking up with anyone while I was filming. My character was tormented by his loss, his reaction to it violent. There was no way I could have stayed in his head if I’d been out partying on any given night.

I’d been celibate from the moment I’d started preparing for the role. All I had to do was make it a few more hours. Then I could jack off.

I wasn’t here to get laid anyway. Not that it was really a possibility with a married couple. I just needed to exercise some self-restraint so they weren’t uncomfortable with me.

***

I’d never seen anything like it. The sand was a brilliant white under the surface, the water crystal clear. Sea grasses swayed in the lapping tide, and the coral were the most fantastic of colors. They were brighter than I’d ever imagined. The fish were too. In every color of the rainbow, they danced in and out of the protection of the reef. From tiny fingernail-sized fish schooling in tight formations to larger ones twice the size of my palm, they were everywhere. The reef was teeming with life.

A large hand curled around my bicep, and I turned to where Chris was swimming next to me. He pointed at a patch of empty sand a few meters away. But then it moved, burying itself deeper and sending sand billowing into the gentle tide. It was a stingray the size of a dinner plate. So. Freaking. Cool.

Eyes wide, I gave Chris a thumbs-up, grinning around the mouthpiece of my snorkel. Then I watched the fish scatter as a larger one—maybe a trevally—swept in and chomped down on a smallerfish. It was an adrenaline rush watching Mother Nature at work. Predator and prey were in harmony. Nothing was hunted for sport. There was no malice or revenge. The push and pull were yin and yang.

Kamirah joined us, treading water as we watched the fish slowly start peeking out from their hideaways. It was fascinating how prey’s survival instinct worked. The chase, the hide, the capture and kill of the unlucky, then the balancing of risk and reward—food versus becoming food—to repeat the cycle.

I didn’t ever want to surface. It was magical watching this world exist under the surface. But after we’d been out here for hours, the tide turned, and the sun began to dip lower in the sky. Wind picked up, and the guides called out to us so we could head back to the resort.

The trip back was fast—the catamaran flew along the water as I lay on the netting. Exhaustion washed over me, the weight in my lids pulling them closed. It was only a moment later that gentle hands shook me awake, and I blinked my eyes open to see Kamirah hovering above me. She’d undone the braid she’d worn it in to go snorkeling, and the fiery red waves were wild against the deep blue of the sky. She grinned and said saucily, “Told you that the net was the perfect place for a nap.”

“You did.” I chuckled and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. “Can’t believe I fell asleep.”

“You obviously needed it.”

I nodded. I really did.

“Are you coming to the cookout tonight?” Chris asked as he held out his hand to help me stand up. I grasped it, and he hefted me up effortlessly.

I shook my head, my eyes already heavy again. “I’m honestly wrecked. I’m going to go shower, then crash.”

“All right, then,” Chris said with a nod. He hovered as if he wanted to say more but then added, “Have a good night, man.”

“You too.” We crossed the deck and headed toward the gangplank. “Hey, thanks for today. I had a really great time. Appreciate you extending the invitation.”

“We did too. You’re welcome to come and chill with us anytime,” Kamirah answered, and Chris shot me a smile. We bumped fists, and I headed back to my room.

I let myself into the bure and immediately noticed the package that had been delivered this afternoon, just as I’d requested. I didn’t need to open it to know what was inside. My assistant would have put everything in that I’d asked for. She was smart, efficient, and professional—absolute must-haves in my book. She was also prepared to put up with my demanding arse, including taking my call at three in the morning. I appreciated her to no end.

The shower was exactly what I needed. So was the nap I took afterward.

But I didn’t sleep as long as I thought I would.

I was hungry. But not for food.

I wanted them.

I opened the box, extracting every piece of clothing and dressing slowly. With each item I put on, my heart beat harder, my cock thickened, and my mouth watered, knowing what I was about to go on the hunt for. I looked at my reflection in the mirror—shirtless with low-riding black jeans and black boots—and inhaled, trying to calm myself. But it did nothing to deflate the erection tenting my jeans. I shrugged on the gothic black leather trench coat, but before I flipped up the hood, I slipped the mask into place.

My Vigilante outfit included a black T-shirt, but I wasn’t him tonight. I was only carrying one of his weapons—a knife—not thearray he was usually armed with. I wasn’t out for vengeance. I wanted something far lustier than that.

I slipped a couple of condoms and a few sachets of lube into my back pocket, then palmed my cock, excitement riding me.

It was late. The cookout would have wrapped up a couple of hours ago.