I'm on edge for the remainder of the afternoon. The skydive team are going up to do another practice run and Rhino grabs me as they're heading out.
“I'll stop by your hotel later,” he says, with a strange air of coolness toward me, all of a sudden. “We need to talk.”
What? I'm getting the need to talk line before we've even had a date.
“Wait. What is it? Tell me now or I'll be all edgy in the wrong way,” I say, all guile leaving me, wondering what he wants to say to me.
“It's just that Hunter, my brother, he really likes you,” he says, looking behind over his shoulder.
“He does? He hardly knows me.”
“Yeah apparently he does and he set up this weekend so he could get you out here and get to know you. I like you too but I would never do anything to hurt my kid brother.”
“Oh. Wow.”
I'm so shocked I don't know what to say. And Rhino's gaze is on my lips, and on my breasts which I notice are heaving up and down just from proximity to him. I do not want to spend my Saturday night sitting alone in my hotel room. Not after the massive high of today. Not the way my body fills with pressure every tie I'm close to these two guys. I'm ready to live even more dangerously.
“So why don't we all three go out tonight,” I murmur.
I'm a little shocked at my forwardness but Rhino seems to being out the naughty in me.
“If that's okay with you guys.”
He smiles and for a second I think he's going to kiss me. Oh god, I wish he would. I want to feel his mouth all over me more than anything. But I guess he has to be professional and one of his crew is waiting on him, not at all patiently.
“Come on, Rhino,” she calls across the grass.
“Okay, gotta go. We'll catch you later.”
Before I can get a firmer commitment out of him, he's gone. Hunter is nowhere to be seen, having headed out in the first jeep, that lifts the guys to the Cessna.
I head to my rental and drive back to the hotel. Once there, I swim in the pool to relax my enervated muscles then go straight to the sauna to lose whatever excess fluid weight I can manage in an hour. Back in my room, I shower and tidy every part of my body before slathering it with the hyacinth smelling cream the hotel has thoughtfully provided.
Then I dig out the La Perla I had planned to leave in the room. Well tonight, it's coming out in full force. I'm glad I bought my newest set of black lace push up and thong. The quality is worth every penny and I'm certain it won't go unappreciated.
10
Hunter
The second practice dive doesn't go nearly as well as the first. The squad come together like before and find the connection. But when Rhino dives for us, Justine let's go of my hand too soon and the circle comes undone, meaning the gap is too large for him to latch onto and complete. The team come apart and quickly reform for another attempt but it's too late for the stunt.
Nothing bad happens of course. We're all fucking experts at this dangerous sport. We pull our chutes at the right moment and steer for the DZ. Rhino lands first and takes off without waiting, pissed as hell. More pissed than the mistake warrants.
“What the fuck was that?” he shouts at Justine once we're all back at base and getting ready to take off for the evening.
“Oh I don't know, maybe an error, maybe not. Don't fuck with me,” she replies, her message loaded.
And this is why I told him not to shit where he eats.
I saw Justine watching Rhino and Kendall all day. Noticing them, same as I did, getting close. And she's not as chill about it as me, or doesn't possess such good quality whiskey. She's letting her irritation take over and throwing a tantrum. It always surprises me how women do that. She's hardly likely to get what she wants by bitching at him and ruining his spotlight stunt.
If someone isn't interested in you, why try to bully them into it? Let them be free to discover you're the one.
By the time they've finished going at it hammer and nails, the rest of the team have split.
“It'll all be sorted by tomorrow,” they say.
“You go,” Rhino grits at me under his breath while Justine goes into the washroom to take off her suit, suddenly discovering her modesty when both of us have seen everything she has to offer on numerous occasions. That's like closing up the sale goods after the thief's taken the best.