Page 47 of Wicked Games
“Hola,” a friendly man said when we entered the boutique. “I’m Diego, and this is my shop.”
“Perfect,” I said. “You’re just the man we need to see. We want some special clothes for a night out.”
“I’m the man for the job.”
“I don’t want him to see my outfit until tonight though,” Lucien told Diego.
“Fine, but this is my treat,” I insisted then looked at Diego. “We need to be outfitted from top to bottom.”
Diego clapped his hands. “Rafael,” he yelled loudly.
A tall, elegantly dressed man stepped through the red velvet curtains in the rear of the store. “Yes, dear?” he asked.
Diego told Rafael the situation in rapid Spanish then both men assessed us. “One of you will go with Rafe, and the other with me.” I sent Lucien with Rafe because I knew he wouldn’t play it safe with colors and patterns.
An hour later, I met Lucien on the sidewalk in front of the store after paying for our date clothes. He smiled happily and looked more relaxed than I’d ever seen him.
“I have an idea what we can do for the few hours we have left before our dinner reservation,” Lucien said, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and steering me toward the direction where we left the Jag.
“Surprise me,” I said, leaning into him.
WHEN WE GOT BACK TOour suite, I instructed Ryder to change into his swimwear. “We are going to try their swinging hammocks.”
“Whoa,” Ryder said when I pulled on my swimsuit. “Is that what you’re wearing to the pool?”
I looked down at my navy blue swim boxers then back at him. “Is that what you’re wearing?” I asked, gesturing to his nude body. “Believe me; no one will notice me standing next to you.”
“They’re so little and leave nothing to the imagination.”
I walked over to the mirror and checked out my reflection, feeling Ryder’s eyes on me the entire time. They were short and tight but modest compared to a lot of swimwear I’d seen. “What’s wrong with these? Everything is covered.”
“It’s your entire package,” Ryder said, groaning.
“My junk is tucked away safely in a mesh lining. Neither of my balls will fall out the leg holes.”
Ryder was still naked as the day he was born when he joined me at the mirror. “I wasn’t talking about just this,” he said, cupping my cock and balls. “The entirety ofyouis a delicious package. There’s something about your poise that challenges people to unravel you. Your sexy tattoos and devil-may-care grin make people think about doing very naughty things to you.”
“We can’t help the things people think about us though, can we?”
“No, but we don’t have to put so much on display.”
“Are you calling me a slut?” I asked.
“No.”
“Attention whore?”
“Come on, Lucien.”
“A narcissist then?”
“No, damn it. I don’t like the idea of people seeing Dudley and wanting to lick him as I do.”
“You named my dick Dudley? Why am I just now finding out about this?”
“I thought you said your dick was going to be covered?” Ryder asked in frustration. “I was talking about your tattoo.” He traced a finger over my chest, making my nipples harden.
I looked at the dragon inked on my chest and thought he was fierce and ferocious. Ryder looked at it and thought he should be named Dudley. No self-respecting, fire-breathing dragon would choose that for a name. “Dudley?” I asked in disbelief.