Page 25 of Don't Puck Up

“We went snorkeling this morning just around the point.” Kamirah gestured to my left, and I looked out at the end of the cove where the palm trees grew out into the water. “We got there an hour before high tide and were there through the whole of the slack tide. It was incredible. The water was so clear and still, and there were more fish than we could count. It was just… incredible.”

“It was,” Chris agreed with a nod and a smile directed at his wife. “This one convinced me to try windsurfing yesterday too.”

“How did you go?” I asked, then bit down on a piece of fish that was light and flaky and filled with flavor. I barely bit back a moan.

“I’m sure I would have been better if there was even a breath of wind.” He raised a brow at Kamirah, who cackled and playfully shrugged her shoulders.

I hid my laugh behind a sip of my drink, then Kam added, “We went stargazing last night too.”

“Did you see the meteor shower?” I asked. My voice was hoarse and my cock hard as nails knowing just how perfect Kam's tight little pussy was and how Chris’s arse gripped me, sucking me in as I railed him.

“Some of it. But we got chased off the hill.”

I choked on my drink, and when Chris’s hand landed on my back, giving me a hearty pat, I was glad I was sitting down.

Fuck. Me.

“The mosquitos were bad,” she explained, wide-eyed and innocent.

If I didn’t know what she was like in the bedroom, I would have believed her too.

Chris’s heated stare met his wife’s, and he gestured to the catamaran, then explained, “We’re going sailing tonight. We’ll watch the sunset and eat dinner, then we’re going to be stargazing for hours.”

“Hopefully we’ll see fireworks,” Kamirah added and shifted in her seat, her cheeks flushing a pretty pink. I knew she was squeezing her thighs together. I’d seen her do it a few times when she was worked up.

“I imagine the view will be beautiful,” I responded, trying to keep my voice in check as I watched her chest rise and fall. Her hard nipples were pressed up against the loose shirt she had on, and I just knew she wasn’t wearing a bikini top under it.

I tore my gaze away from Kamirah and saw Chris’s hand shift minutely.

Holy fuck, this lunch was an exercise in restraint.

I could imagine him rubbing the heel of his hand down his shaft, his breath catching as he did it. My cock throbbed, and I shifted in my seat, trying to subtly give myself some relief, but it was no use. The only way this erection was going away was with me coming. I wanted either one of them, or both, on their knees with their lips wrapped around me.

“How is everything?” Anna asked, sidling up to the table. I watched as Chris and Kamirah shook themselves out of their sensual haze and focused on the lady standing patiently to the side. “Can I offer you any refills?”

Kamirah cleared her throat, her cheeks flushed a deep pink that went all the way down to disappear below her dress, and replied, “Yes, please. I’ll have another pina colada, and…” She looked between Chris and me and waited.

“I’ll have another, please.” I raised my empty glass of gin and tonic.

“For you, Mr. Minns?”

“Whiskey and dry, please.”

“Coming right up.”

“What do you have planned for the rest of the day, Locke?” Kamirah asked me.

“I have a business meeting later tonight—different time zones,” I explained. I was stretching the truth. I had every intention of becoming their Vigilante tonight if that could be counted as business, and I did plan on meeting them. They just wouldn’t know it was me. “I’ll be occupied for hours.”

We ate and talked. I told them all about growing up in a tiny beach village just south of the Gold Coast where the biggest question that needed answering was whether to go surfing or fishing that day. My school was a town over, and we’d either bus it or ride our bikes. But if the surf was good, Ma always drove us—it was the only way she could make sure my brothers and I actually went to school instead of going to the beach.

“Sounds like you were a handful,” Kamirah teased.

“I still am,” I joked. “I’d rather go surfing than just about anything.”

Chris muttered under his breath, “You’re not doing it right, then.”

I barked out a laugh, and he grinned shamelessly, then shrugged.