“Great driving, captain,” Lydie said to me, giggling.
“Like the spot?” I asked Claire.
“It’s fine.” She was avoiding eye contract, probably not wanting to waste time on a Neanderthal. I had the sudden urge to show her how much of an ape-man I could be. Maybe I’d pick her up, drag her downstairs, and shove my big dick between her legs. Make her moan like she did the other night. Make her admit that her pussy was soaked already just from talking to me.
Or maybe I’d just toss her overboard.
“What are you two drinking?” I asked.
“Champagne,” Lydie said.
I nodded and headed over to the bar, grabbing another bottle for them and a bottle of whisky for me. Apparently, Jonathan didn’t do the cheap stuff, which was pretty damn good for me. I sat down on the little bench next to them and placed the bottles on the table.
“That’s my kind of guy,” Lydie said.
“What, plying you with drinks?” Claire asked sarcastically.
“Hell yes!”
“You seem like the kind of girl that doesn’t much care where her drinks come from,” I said to Lydie.
Claire sputtered mid-sip and started laughing. Lydie looked at me with this confused little smile, like she wasn’t sure if I had just insulted her or not.
I cracked open the bottle of whisky and poured myself two fingers. I held up my glass. “Anyway,” I said, “to this absurdly expensive boat.”
The girls raised their glasses.
“And,” I went on, “to new siblings.”
We clinked glasses and drank. Claire gave me a look and I just grinned at her.
Lydie leaned close to me. “So, Nate, Claire tells me you’re a military guy.”
“That’s right.”
“What do you do?”
“I’m in the Navy.”
“Oh really? So you know all about how to handle yourself on a boat.”
“That’s right. You’re in good hands.”
“I feel so safe now.”
I could practically hear Claire gagging, which only made me smile larger.
“What about you, Lydie? What do you do?”
“Brand management,” she said proudly.
“That’s corporate speak for getting clients wasted and making them happy,” Claire added.
“Sounds like a good job to me.”
“Well, I’m still in school. I’m just an intern right now.”
“What about you, sis? Any big jobs lined up yet?”
She shrugged, not really interested, looking out over the water. I took a sip of the whisky and let the burning, delicious taste fill my mouth. There was a short silence while Lydie refilled her glass.
“Okay, you guys,” Lydie said, “let’s play a drinking game.”
“No way,” Claire said immediately.
“What did you have in mind?” I asked.
“Never have I ever, obviously.”
I smirked. “And how do we play that?”
“Well, we each take turns saying something we haven’t done. If you have done it, then you take a drink.”
“Seems simple.”
“I can’t believe you’ve never played,” Claire said.
“Sorry, sis. Been too busy saving lives to play many drinking games.”
That shut her up.
“Okay, I’ll start,” Lydie said. “Never have I ever had anal sex.”
I raised an eyebrow at Claire. No sip. I lifted my glass to my lips, and the two girls both stared at me.
“Seriously?” Claire said, her eyes bugging out.
“What can I say? Girl I was with before my last deployment had a wide variety of tastes. I’m not the type to disappoint a lady.”
Lydie giggled nervously.
“She doesn’t sound like a lady,” Claire spat.
I smirked at her, loving the jealousy.
“Don’t judge what you haven’t tried, sis.”
“Go ahead, Claire. Your turn,” Lydie said, easing the situation.
“Fine. Never have I ever driven a boat.”
I sipped my drink again. “Seems unfair.”
“All’s fair in drinking games.”
“My turn then. Never have I ever worn makeup.”
Both the girls drank.
“Lame,” Lydie said. “My turn. Never have I ever had a threesome.”
Neither Claire nor I took a sip, and Claire gave Lydie a glare.
“I’m surprised,” Lydie said, slapping my arm. “You seem like a threesome kind of man. You could handle two girls, I bet.”
“So far, it’s been one at a time.”
“Don’t be gross, Lydie,” Claire interrupted.
“What, I’m just saying.”
“Your turn, Claire,” I said.
“Fine. Let me think.” She took a drink and sighed. “Okay. Never have I ever ridden on a motorcycle.”