“The best we can do is give them the tools to think for themselves, love. Teach them to think and learn and ask questions. But for right now, I think I’m going to play with your dick for the next hour until our food arrives.”
Alka groans.
I grin. Time to make sure my edging skills are up to par. I tend to let them slacken because I love to see my husband orgasm. I’m just going to have to practice a little more so my skills remain sharp.
CHAPTER 10
ALKA
Ispit the mouthwash into the sink and rinse it out while I gather the remnants left in my mouth for another spit. Grabbing the hand towel as I turn off the sink, I dry my mouth and hands and stare at my reflection. My hair looks neat but not too neat since there’s going to be a constant wind on the boat. That’s fine.
Leaning forward, I examine my face. Did I miss stragglers of stubble? I run my hand over my neck and around my jaw. Nah. Seems okay.
I take a step back and look at myself. Ugh. Is this really what I’m wearing on a date? Wait. No, this isn’t a date. It just feels like one.
For the past ten days, Ruby and I have just hung out on the beach. We move to the shade of the trees by the bungalow if it gets too hot or stick our feet in the water to cool down. Sometimes, we wander to find food if we get hungry.
But we haven’t gone anywhere together intentionally. Not for an experience. Not planned.
Today is the first time. We’re going on a glass-bottomed boat tour around the Isle of Kala island chain. It’s not really a date. We didn’t make plans as if it were one. But with the way thebutterflies wildly dance in my stomach and my heart won’t stop racing in anticipation, itfeelslike a date.
And I’m wearing gym shorts and a tee. I scowl at my reflection.
We’re going on a boat, I argue with myself. Not a fancy boat. There will be other people there—tourists. Thisisn’ta date. Not really.
I spritz myself with some cologne just in case then leave the bathroom. I grab my sneakers and a pair of socks from the drawer on my way into the living area. Our bungalow is what one might call a tiny house. There’s a small bedroom and bathroom, then a combined living area with a tiny kitchenette, two-person table, and a couch.
It’s not as small as I’m making it sound. There’s plenty of room for the two of us. In reality, we don’t often spend a lot of time inside. We’re on a tropical island filled with hot gay men and an eighty-page book of things to do. At the absolute very least, we like to guy watch and admire all the pretty bodies we’re surrounded by.
Oscar’s on the couch when I come out. He looks up when I enter and gives me a smile. I sit with him, closer than necessary, just so I can touch him, and he moves his legs to give me room.
As I lean forward to put on my socks and sneakers, I ask, “Do I look okay?”
“You look gorgeous.”
I sigh. I should be asking someone who isn’t biased. I squint at him over my shoulder as I move on to my left foot.
Oscar chuckles. “What’s wrong with what you’re wearing?”
“I’m not sure if this is a date, and I think I look underdressed for any kind of date. Even one on a boat with other people surrounding us.”
“I really don’t think he’s going to judge you on what you’re wearing. He’ll likely not notice at all.”
I frown. “I’m not sure if that’s comforting.”
“What did Ruby wear yesterday, love?”
My fingers pause as I think about it. “Uh…” I don’t know what he wore. Pulling the knot in my laces tight, I sit up to look at him. Oscar’s smiling, of course. He knows I don’t know. “Not cool.”
He chuckles. “Have fun.”
I lean forward to kiss him and pause with my lips hovering over his. “What’re you going to do this afternoon?”
Oscar holds up his word puzzles book. “Relaxing.”
Frowning, I sit back. “Do you want me to cancel?”
“Not at all,” he says and grips the front of my shirt to pull me back into him. My mouth lands on his, and I sigh. “Go.”
