Dirty Bad Boys Box Set: Forbidden Romance Collection

I stare at the bottle, thinking about how this time last month I was at the beach with Benny and Tom, getting wasted while we played volleyball with a group of Brazilian women on vacation. We laughed until our stomachs hurt, drank until we puked our guts out, and fucked those three women like desperate cavemen.

And now, I’m here.

Without a friend. Alone. And living with my mistakes.

Unscrewing the cap, I bring the bottle to my lips and swallow the tequila until it burns my throat and I can no longer stand it.

Kate cheers loudly, “That’s my boy! Forget it all exists, if only for tonight.”

I repeat until we both fall into a fit of laughter, watching as the sky turns dark and the barely seen stars twinkle in the distance.

“Fancy getting wet?” Her eyes light up, waiting for me to respond, while the bottle of tequila touches her lips and makes its way down.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

“Cocky bastard.” She grins, inching her body closer to me. Her fingertip rests on my lip, then slowly drags along the bottom, stirring a reaction in my pants. “Trust me, I already am.”

She shoves the bottle into my chest and I finish the remaining tequila. Kate stands in front of me, removing her blouse then sliding her skirt down. In only her red lacey panties and bra, she holds my gaze with a devilish smile. “You only live once, right?”

That’s what they all say.

And for tonight, like every other night, I strongly agree.

Chapter Five

I’d read somewhere the West Coast beaches have frigid water compared to the East Coast, due to the Californian current. Never in my life have I shivered as much as I am right now. It’s spring, so granted, it isn’t exactly beach weather. But this is fucking ridiculous. I won’t allow my teeth to chatter, curbing the need by biting down and keeping my legs moving in the water. My skin is prickling hurting so bad that I’m pretty sure I’m on the verge of experiencing hypothermia.

It’s dark out. Only the lights are from the horizon of houses sitting on mountains along with the oceanfront properties and restaurants which illuminate the area. This stretch of beach is quiet, and the only sounds are the waves and Kate splashing around me.

“Cold?” she asks, giggling before dunking her head back in the water.

“Uh… you could say that.” I try to remain unaffected, but I swear my balls have fallen off and swam to shore seeking refuge under a warm beach blanket.

“I’m from England, so this is tropically fantastic.”

“Compared to the English Channel?” I tease, moving my arms in a circular motion to remain warm.

“I love my country. But our beaches suck.”

“Interesting, you don’t seem too fond of California.”

“Not California, American men,” she comments with an air of arrogance.

I swim closer to her, and with the feeling coming back to my frozen limbs, I place my hand on her hip, drawing her in, and whisper, “I’m an American man but trust me, baby, you’ll have fun.”

I move my mouth closer to hers and gently brush her bottom lip with the tip of my tongue. She breaks away and circles me like a hungry shark, full of laughter and flirtatious gestures. She doesn’t seem so sad now, but maybe the tequila has something to do with that.

“I need to confess something.” She giggles with a hiccup. “This is the first time I’ve skinny dipped.”

“Well, technically, Kate, you’re not skinny dipping unless you’re completely naked.”

She stops swimming and moves toward me. Stretching her arm around her back, she unclasps her bra, removing it in one go. Her tits float, making my dick slightly hard, her pink nipples teasing me through the moonlight.

“Happy now? Mr. American?” she teases softly.

I shake my head, prompting her to completely strip down. I’ve never had sex in the ocean—a first time for everything. Using a rubber seems highly unlikely at this time given that it’s sitting in my wallet at the shore. And then I start to think about all the ocean life floating around us and try to ignore whatever the fuck just brushed against my leg.

Please let it be seaweed.