I keep him in my vision, trying not to stare at the way he slides his hands into his pockets or the way the wind blows his hair. He seems solid on two feet, so I order us both two large fried pickles drizzled in ranch.
“You think you can walk and put this in your mouth at the same time?” I tease.
He flips me off as he grabs the pickle, his gaze holding mine like a fire as he sticks the pickle in his mouth, nearly halfway, and I have to fight the groan that wants to escape me as my cock hardens. He tears into it with a loud crunch as he takes a step forward, and I follow him without hesitation.
When we get back to the hotel, we’ve gone through our pickles, plus a bowl of ice cream piled high with toppings. Mack holds a drink in his hand, the one the waitress brought him just because he sat down at a slot machine to catch his breath. I don’t know what it is, but it smells fruity as hell. I’d downed my drink in one gulp, right before Mack hit on the slots for one hundred bucks. Talk about a good fucking night.
I fumble with my wallet for the key while holding my drink in the crook of my arm as the alcohol hits its peak.
“I love it here,” Mack says with a drunk grin, leaning against the wall.
My hand freezes on the doorknob as I catch the smile on his face. I’ve never seen him smile like this before.
I open the door and he slides off the wall, shoving his drink at me as he trails into the room and takes his shirt off, throwing it across the room.
I spit my drink as I watch him, without a care in the world, undress down to his boxers. He runs his hand through his hair, making his muscles flex. I sip my drink, realizing from the bitterness it’s notmydrink, but I don’t care. Alcohol is alcohol. I drink until there’s nothing left but ice, and the chill blankets my tongue.
“Me too,” I say, biting my lip as he crashes into his bed, his perfect, round ass on display as he clutches his pillow. Mack’s thick in all the right places, but toned and muscular in all the others. A piece of fucking art.
I settle our empty cups on the nightstand and undress. Mack’s loud snores tell me he’s out like a light.
I adjust my cock, feeling more than guilty. This… this would be too perfect.
The thought of touching myself with him in the same room, just mere feet away is so fucking tempting. I look at him, comfortable and relaxed, and I know I can’t do it. I wish I could, though.
Instead, I saunter into the bathroom and turn on the shower, making sure it’s as cold as possible so I can kill this erection.
When I finally make it to bed, I breathe a sigh of relief.
Good boy, Alex.
Chapter Five
Jordan
The pool is the worst possible place to eat breakfast after a night of drinking enough to intoxicate an elephant. The scent of chlorine has me gagging, while the humidity chokes me. Though we aren’t directly by the pool, it’s close enough that I know it’s there. Bad fucking idea.
“Took you long enough,” I grumble as Austen and Cameron meet us at the table.
Cameron makes some kind of comment under his breath, but he sits beside Austen and they pick up their menus.
“Finally, we can eat!” Paul announces loudly.
“Are you still drunk?” Alex asks him.
“I don’t fucking know,” he answers, shaking his head. “Maybe.”
I huff out a laugh, thinking maybe I’m still drunk too. I swear I feel the alcohol bleeding through my pores. It’s the best feeling and I’m ready for more. Being here is better than what’s back home. I cannot wait to finish school so I can get the hell out of that town and spend more time in places like this, where I can have fun.
We order a ton of food and share everything on the table. Andre’s breakfast plate came with ham, and he won’t eat it, so he swapped with Trey for more bacon. It’s weird as hell, since it’s all from a pig, but whatever. I steal as much fruit as I can, especially the pineapple because it’s fresh and so fucking good, and they all act like they’re too rugged for it. Morons. Fruit is amazing.
When we’re done eating, we relax for a while until we’re ready to go into the pool. I’m still not sure I won’t throw up, especially after all the food I just ate, but I bet it won’t be the first time that’s happened here.
Trey and Andre cannonball into the deep end, while I take my time walking in. Prissy Cameron goes over to a lounge chair so the water doesn’t touch him.
I’m not going to waste my weekend worrying about him, though. Austen wanted him to come, so he can be his problem. Yes, this is Austen’s weekend, but if he’s going to allow people to ruin it, I’m not arguing with him. I’m doing what I want to do. This is my vacation too, and I’m using money I really don’t have to be here. Just to fit in with these idiots.
“Hey, Mack! Come play!” Hudson shouts from the center of the pool where there is a volleyball net. He’s got the ball in his hands, holding it up to show me.
