Eric’s voice is also music to my ears—a different genre, but I still like how it sounds.
“Thanks. I keep forgetting.” Fred has all his shit
packed up in no time flat, knowing it’s time to leave me alone on the beach with my men.
“New swimsuit?” Eric’s eyes are glued to my powder blue halter top bikini.
“One of many. This entire wardrobe is mine.” My eyes go wide, and I throw an evil laugh into the island air. “Mine!”
“I’m glad you’re getting some fringe benefits from this gig,” Chase states with a smirk, walking to me with a highball glass full of beautiful orange magic.
“Fuck yes!”
“Are you saying fuck yes to the fringe benefits?” Chase questions, his sexy smile growing wider.
“If you bringing me my new favorite cocktail is a fringe benefit, then, fuck yes.”
Chase smoothly slips the glass into my hands. “Sure, that can be one.”
I hold the glass tightly with both hands as I meet Chase’s lips in a post-photo shoot kiss in the ocean air.
I enjoy the first sip of my Mai Tai just before Eric reaches me for another dynamite fucking kiss against the backdrop of a motherfucking Hawaiian sunset.
And then, to ensure that yet another perfect moment lasts just a little bit longer, I wrap my lips around the cocktail straw and take in a nice, long draw of rum-based paradise.
“You’re really enjoying that fucking fringe benefit.” Eric’s got his own stunning, teasing smile on his face. “Now I know why you turned down all those top-paying commercial modeling gigs in New York and Hollywood—no Mai Tais included.”
“True, but I’m also not driving to fucking Hollywood. Have you seen the traffic on the 101? I’ll take a flight halfway across the ocean any goddamn day.”
“But Milan’s too far?” Chase joins in on the action.
“It’s too far, and it’s no Hawaii,” I answer, getting a bit more serious.
“For what that runway modeling contract offered, you could’ve retired afterwards and probably bought Oprah’s house in Maui.” Eric sidles next to me and slips his arm around my shoulders as he speaks.
On my other side, Chase nimbly drapes his arm around my back.
“Oh, they weren’t offering Oprah money. That would be a different story.”
We all start ambling sedately along the sand, staying close to the gently crashing ocean waves.
“It would probably be a different story for anyone,” ponders Chase. “Even for us.”
“I do not fucking think so,” Eric blazes back at him. “We don’t need any other kind of money. We’ve got the perfect thing right where we are now.”
I agree, but I don’t even need to say it. We’ve got the perfect thing going for us, right here on this beach, and in Hawaii.
Thinking about that, I take another sip of my Mai Tai.
“And this drink is the only thing that can improve on perfection.” Okay, I do say that one out loud. “Well, maybe except for a couple of other things.”
And hell yes, I said that out loud, too. Eric and Chase look at one another.
They know exactly what I’m talking about, but I can tell from their little smiles that they’re going to play it coy and have some fun. Hey, we’re enjoying perfection, and there’s no fucking rush.
“A couple of other things that are better than a Mai Tai?” Chase is hamming it up big time, like I’ve never seen him before. And I fucking love it.
“What things could those be?” Eric’s playing right along, and my amusement’s turning into other feelings—like the feeling of starting to get fucking wet at the thought of those two magnificent cocks that are already oh so close to me, ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice.