Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
I used to love the beach, but sand has taken on a different quality.
I had my own reservations about using one of those kits, but now I’m kind of intrigued. Allie’s response to the activity is going to be the most interesting thing about it for me.
And not for the first time since I met her. I wonder just how compatible we might be.
ALLIE
I was unaware of how long I was at the beach with Russell until I notice seven purple rubber cocks lined up on the outside table, standing tall and proud, like a battalion ready for war.
Russell, who’s close behind me, laughs wryly.
“Seven times lucky,” he says.
I’m mesmerized by the size of them, and fascinated by the different girths, curves, veins, head sizes…hell, all the differences. I open my mouth a few times to make a comment but can’t think of anything to say without setting my face on fire again, so I turn back to Russell. “Are you going to do yours now?” I scan his body language for his true response. Russell is a very reserved man, and he holds a lot behind a veneer so stoic it’s hard to see him breathe let alone react.
“Do you want me to?”
“I think you should. And if Theron and Gabe aren’t doing theirs, can you encourage them?”
“Sure.” Russell saunters away, grabbing a kit from the counter in the kitchen. I note that it’s the only one there, so I guess that Theron and Gabe must have overcome their reticence.
“Hey, Allie.” Jimmy emerges from the kitchen with a tray of beers and other assorted drinks. He’s followed by a troupe of other men who seem ready for more pool time. “Did you see our beautiful creations?”
“How could I miss them?” My eyes drift over the purple monsters again and I get a flash image of those famous statues on an island somewhere, facing out to sea like giant totems.
“There was a sharpie in the box so we’ve marked them so we know whose is whose,” Stefan adds.
“How thoughtful,” I say. “But wouldn’t you recognize your own?”
“I don’t know.” He grimaces. “I mean, maybe. But we only really get to see the top of it, don’t we?”
“That’s a good point that I hadn’t even considered.”
“Our ex-girlfriends would have more luck making that kind of identification.”
“Unless they’ve wiped the sight of your junk from their memories,” I say with an arched brow.
“My junk is unforgettable.” Jonas runs a hand through his sun-lightened hair, his liquid steel eyes boring into mine. When he folds in his lips to moisten them and shoots me a grin and a wink, I’m momentarily dazed by his presence.
“Hey,” Jimmy barks at his friend. “Less of the flirty stuff with Allie. We’re not here for that. We’re here so she can find out all our deepest, darkest secrets and publish them for the world to hear.”
“Exactly.” I blink myself back into the moment as Jonas’s eyes trail over my body. I swear it’s like his gaze has fingers that explore every inch of my skin.
“I’m sure Allie can take a little flirting. She must be used to it.”
I’m not, but I’m not about to tell Jonas that.
“So, Allie, you want to ask us some questions?” Stefan moves closer, his gait smooth and considered as a panther. The soft dusting of dark hair across his chest has me feeling all kinds of ways and none of them are professional.
“Truth or dare?” Jonas suggests.
“Now, how would that work?” Jimmy rolls his eyes and bounces on his toes. “Seriously, dude. We’re supposed to be opening up, not taking dares so we don’t have to answer Allie’s questions. That game would fuck up the interview process.”
“No…it’s okay. It could work,” I say, my mind already flashing through the potential. Finding out what they’re not prepared to share would be as interesting as hearing what they are willing to be open about.
“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m hotter than Satan’s balls.” Carson jogs past and swiftly jumps into the pool, sending a wave of spray over the side. Clay follows him, and then Tom. Jimmy, Jonas, Oliver and Stefan wait to hear what I need from them, which is sweet.
“We can play in the pool,” I suggest. “Might as well keep cool and make the most of the facilities.”
In a flash, the rest dive into the pool and I’m left alone on the side, stifling a smile. Forget feeling like a kindergarten teacher. I’m more like a dog sitter with ten eager puppies.
“We’re done,” a deep voice says from behind me. Theron and Gabe each grip their purple dick replicas in their hands, holding them out to me eagerly. My hands hang by my sides as limp as dish rags because reaching out to take their offerings is a step I don’t know how to take.