Chapter 14
David pulled out of Vic and left her there, with her head still in Britt’s lap–Maybe he was still in her mouth?–and went into the outside bathroom.
He did a little washing and rinsing, toweled off and left the towel around his neck.
Wow. This three-way business kept getting hotter. He’d never experienced that coming-at-the-same-time thing with a girl, much less with a girl and another guy. Timing it all just right was pretty damn smooth, and Britt was pretty impressive at it. No kidding around, though–Vic had been running the show today, and she had managed all three of them. Did she always run the show?
He stared at his reflection. Sure was getting to look like a scruffy mess. Probably good cover for his surfer story, but this facial hair made him feel like somebody else. He rasped his hand over the stubble. Alien. Not smooth, like the rest of him. Well, hell. Maybe he was somebody else on this cruise. He’d never been into sexual deviation before. Never wanted to experiment or do anything weird. So what was he doing? He could totally score as many chicks as he wanted, whenever. He had. And they’d all gone away happy.
They’d all gone away.
So what did that mean?
He looked down at his package. “Are we screwin’ something up? Howcome chicks don’t come back for more?” Mostly because he wasn’t in the same town long enough. He got fan mail all the time, but didn’t even bother. If he wanted to score a one-nighter, it was a lot easier to grab the nearest and hottest than to go through setting something up. “This is convenient. That’s why.” No setting up or scheduling, no shmoozing or impressing. Britt and Vic liked him, and he liked them. Plus, he could count on them to be here. Even after he’d gone Splitsville on them twice, they were still here waiting for him. Pretty damn nice. Was it because they were older, or did they just have shit figured out better than he did?
Sometimes he felt like everybody in the damn world had shit figured out. Except for him. Keeping a steady girlfriend was tough, when he had to train so much, and travel for meets. Girls his age didn’t really get his commitment to his sport. They didn’t understand it was a career, not just something he liked to do, and he couldn’t blow off a competition when the gang threw together a weekend trip to Vegas or Cabo. Or wherever. He was sick of being the mature and responsible one. The one everybody called a boring stick in the mud.
With Vic and Britt, he was the young, carefree one. At least until this trip ended and he went back to real life.
He opened the bathroom door and stepped out. Were they fooling around again?
Vic was out of the pool, with a towel around her middle and one in her hand, headed toward Britt. “So what the hell was that all about?”
Uh-oh. Vic seemed pissed. Better to stand in the shade incognito until he figured out what was up.
Britt still looked a little dazed–probably the aftereffects of that awesome hummer she’d just given him. “Er.” He caught the towel she slung at him.
“Was that some sort of test? Telling David to come out here and do me while you took a nap?” She paced away from him, toward the deck edge. Damn. Big red spots all over her back and shoulders. Had to be from his stubble. “I don’t appreciate it. Not one fucking bit.”
“Love, it wasn’t a–”
“You talked me into this. You insisted we do this.” She whirled and stalked back toward him. “I mean, what the hell? Did you think I just needed another guy around to occupy me during your recovery time? God knows you just about had to run from me when we were trying to get pregnant, but I thought things were fine since then.” Her face was fiery red, her hands waving as she talked and paced.
Pregnant? One word a single guy never wanted to hear.
“Things are fine, Vic–”
“I thought this thing was working out, but then, what? You try to trick me into cheating on you with him? Saying you’re going to nap, and sending him out here. Then what would happen if we did it, huh? Then it all blows up?”
“That’s not what I was about at all.” Britt caught her hand as she stomped past, and held her in one place. “I just wanted to watch you. Without being in the way. I know he makes you crazy, and I wanted to see you go ballistic with him.”
“That’s not what this is about.” Her voice had lowered. “I didn’t–don’t–want another guy instead of you. What the hell?” She looked up at the sky. “Shit. The chopper.”
A big helicopter–black, with the Fantasies, Inc. logo–appeared out of nowhere, pretty damn close, then swooped away.
Britt wrapped the towel around himself and tucked it tight. “That bugger prince. I forgot he’d be arriving today. I’d better hurry and dress to meet him.”