Vic turned to go inside, noticed David, and smiled his way. “We’ve got to go meet the chopper. My pilot flew in a member of British royalty, who didn’t want to arrive in port.”
“Little bastard. Thinks he’ll get less press for being here by arriving late,” Britt muttered on his way inside.
“And the pilot is bringing me some things too.” Vic stopped close to him and palmed his pec. “I hope you didn’t hear our discussion?”
He shrugged, suddenly unable to speak past the lump in his throat. Was he causing trouble in their otherwise perfect marriage? And had Britt talked her into this whole thing?
“I’ll explain it all later,” she promised. “Please don’t get the wrong idea and take off again?”
Why did everything in his chest get tight when she got close? Why did he want to kiss her more than take his next breath?
He shook his head.
“I’m taking that as a yes, you’ll still be here.” She stretched up, gave him a short, warm kiss. “’Til later.”
His cock lurched as she walked inside. Damn thing was as hard as when he’d put the rubber on it before.
Fuck, he wanted her. All the time. But he didn’t want to screw up her life, or Britt’s.
His own life seemed pretty screwed up already. Maybe he’d go see his friend the bartender for one of those stiff drinks.
* * * *
Griffin had just finished pouring two tall frozen drinks for two tall, hot blondes. David settled on an empty stool and checked them out.
Yep, hot. But one girl put her arm around the other as they sidled away.
“Damn,” Griffin muttered. “How you doing? You don’t look quite so pathetic today.”
David tried to hide his smile. But failed.
“Damn, bro. Was it hot?” Griffin leaned close, his elbows on the bar.
“Fuckin’ A.” Hot, wet, a little dangerous…a few other things he didn’t really want to think about.
“Good for you. I got two more blows, a hand job and a tittyfuck behind this bar yesterday.”
“Holy shit.” And he’d thought things had been hot in the executive suite. “You got any skin left?”
Griffin shrugged. “Tell you what, that lube the Lay-Techs crew has been passing around works wonders. We all got a bottle in our orientation packs.” He stood up and rubbed his neck. “So what’s your poison?”
“Something big. And strong.”
Griffin threw back his head and laughed out loud. “You wantin’ to come back behind the counter now too?”
Christ. “That’s not what I–”
“Dude, I know that.” He clapped him on the shoulder. “I’m just joshing ya. Here, try this. It’s got an extra dose of Patron Silver. Should help you forget your awful troubles.” He slid the drink across to him.
It was good. Cold, strong. Things should feel better soon. He drank long and deep, then stared down at the patterns in the marble bar.
“Must not’ve been very good pussy.”
The hell it wasn’t.
“Spill your guts, bro.” Griffin pulled up a stool across from him and sat.
“I’m kinda paranoid, I guess. Found out they were trying to have a baby recently.”
“But not now?”
He shrugged and drank again. “They said she’s on The Pill, and I’m wearing a raincoat. But still…what if? Ya know?”
Griffin cracked a couple of peanuts and tossed them into his mouth. “If you’re that paranoid about pregnancy, you shouldn’t be having sex. Period. Unless somebody’s fixed. Just one of the risks. Goes with the territory.”
That wasn’t much help.
“Well, what about this? What if their marriage falls apart?” How would he live with himself then?
“That’s on them, bro. They should’ve worked that out before they propositioned you. Right?” Griffin leaned in closer. “It’s not your job to care. It’s your job to get in there and pillage some pussy, then cut and run.”
Which didn’t sound nearly as fun to him as Griffin made it out to be.
“Listen.” Griffin’s voice lowered. “I can get you in the crew lounge tonight, if you want. There’s a couple real hot pieces of ass you should hit, and they’d be more than willing.”
“I’ve kinda got another date.”
The bartender sat up straight. “Not with the same couple?”
He nodded and drained his glass, shoving it over for a refill.
Shaking his head, Griffin filled it from the blender and handed it over. “Let me tell ya something, kid. This isn’t the fucking Love Boat. It’s a sex cruise. You don’t come here to spend the whole time romancing one chick. You can do that back at home.”