Page 27 of Don't Puck Up

Kamirah picked up where he left off. “We were there for a couple of years, and then the Seals made Chris an offer. We’ve been in San Diego now for three seasons.”

I loved how they were a team right from the beginning. It showed just how much they meant to each other.

“Do you still have family in Boston?”

Chris nodded and pressed his lips together in a tight smile. “We do. It’s been a few years since we got home to see them, though.”

“I know what you mean. The last time I saw the ’rents was a year ago. Before that, three years. It’s been kind of crazy since I moved to the States. They run their own business, so can’t get away all that much, and I was doing whatever I could to break in to the industry.”

It had been insane how quickly things had evolved from being a struggling actor to a headlining one. I still pinched myself knowing this was my life. But this moment, right here on the beach, was one of my favorites. The quiet peace combined with the company of two people I genuinely liked was something I really didn’t have much of in LA. I was hesitant on who I let get close to me, never knowing whether they wanted to be friends for my money and fame or because they actually liked me.

I looked out along the water, and movement on the dock caught my eye. The cleaning staff were leaving the catamaran. “What time does your boat trip depart?” I asked.

“Not until six. We have a while yet.” Chris reached for his now empty glass. “Urgh.”

“I need a nap,” Kamirah announced patting her belly. “I’m so full.”

“I’m planting myself on one of those sun loungers by the pool and not moving,” I groaned.

As if by silent agreement, we stood and walked back to the pool for a lazy day. I dropped the towel on the sun lounger and dived into the crystal-clear water. I needed to cool off and give my cock a chance to calm the hell down. The cold water hit my skin, but it did nothing to bank the raging fire inside me. I wanted them so bad.

I looked longingly at the catamaran. I wanted on it. Now I just had to figure out how.

ten

Locke

My plan was foolproof—except that I couldn’t move because the cleaning equipment would bang around too much, and I didn’t want to explain myself to a furious captain if he found out he had a stowaway.

The cupboard wasn’t even in a good spot, but it was the best I could do, since I’d snuck on only minutes before Chris and Kamirah did. I looked through the vent in the cupboard door and watched as the desserts were placed under cloches. Dinner had been served thirty minutes ago.

Chris’s deep chuckle and Kamirah’s musical laughter floated in on the breeze. They were like twin suns, and I was in their orbit, powerless to pull away. Not that I wanted to. Like during the hours before the sun crested the horizon at dawn, I had to bide my time and wait for the right moment. Once the captain and other staff made themselves scarce, I would chase the warmth of my stars.

Finally, after what felt like hours, the captain and chef called out their good nights and walked past me to their quarters. Chris and Kamirah had told me that they were sailing around the islands at sunset, then the catamaran would dock in the next sheltered bay beyond the one where the main resort was nestled. The island was at its lowest elevation there, so it made sense to watch a meteor shower from it.They were returning to the resort the next morning once the tides were high again.

We hadn’t moved for some time now, and I’d heard the anchor drop. So whatever happened tonight, I was swimming back to shore, then walking to my bure.

I eased the cupboard open, slipped out, shut it gently, and slid my mask down in place. I crept into the dimly lit galley, waiting until I had the perfect view of Chris’s and Kamirah’s profiles.

Then I switched the mask on.

Chris immediately turned his face, and I watched his sharp inhale and the way he licked his lower lip before biting down on it. Kam spun around so quickly, her wild waves flicked out in an arc behind her. She gasped, and her eyes widened in shock. She brought her hand to her chest.

His fork forgotten, Chris dropped it onto the plate, the clatter ringing out in the quiet of the night. Then he stood, the chair scraping on the slip-resistant deck. He toed out of his Vans at the same time as he reached behind his head and tugged off the dark polo shirt he was wearing.

I stalked closer, and Chris silently removed a few small packages from his pocket, dropped them on the table, then unbuttoned his tan chinos and shoved them and his underwear down his thick thighs. I swallowed hard, the sight catching me off guard. He was so fucking beautiful. Every muscle on his body was sculped to perfection. But it was his confidence that called to me. The absolute certainty that I would be able to give him what he wanted melted my brain.

He stepped out of his clothes and peeled off his socks before tossing them at the pile. My feet were frozen to the spot, my heart beating so hard in my chest, I was surprised they couldn’t hear thethud, thud, thudof it. Chris’s dick was hardening, and the way he leisurely strokedit had me licking my lips. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to taste both of them.

“No running, little prey?” I rasped.

“Not tonight,” he replied, in an almost cocky tone. It was so different to the uncertainty he’d revealed the night before. “Tonight, I have a request.”

“And what's that?” I asked, palming my own rock-hard dick.

“We both fuck my wife.”

I looked Kamirah up and down and hummed, my dick—much like myself—growing more excited by the moment.