Two fists end up in separate portions of my hair while tongues tirelessly take turns overpowering mine, sealing the agreement we’ve come to.
Tied to the two of them and only the two of them for a couple weeks?
That I can do.
It’s foamies to hard top boards type of easy.
It’s what happens when our wave inevitably has to crash back into the shore that I feel may have me needing to call for a rescue.
Chapter 10
Salay
“Whoooaaa,” Zero adoringly swoons to my left, “you really can drive a boat.”
“I can drive a lot more than that, Little One.”
“¿Y por qué me resulta eso tan sexy?” Garcia wolfishly purrs on my right.
“BecauseeverythingI do is sexy, Old Man.”
At that he grunts in disapproval.
Loves to be called Master.
Hates to be called old.
Sucks to suck.
I’m gonna do both.
Why?
No.
The question iswhy not?
Why notmake him earn the right for me to call him that in bed?
Why notremind him that that’s where his “I am man, do what man say” shit ends?
Why notmake sure he understands the chick he calls princess in the sheets is not the same one who can sail, pilot, ordrivea water vehicle?
Don’t get me wrong.
Sex with him –with them– has been stern down the best sex of my entire life, which really says some shit because I’ve had a lot of sex.
In a lot places.
And with a lot of people.
Again.
The question isn’twhy.
It’s why not.
Traveling the world…exploring its shores…why not explore its people?
