The Two Week Stand (Sizzling Beach 1)

It’s actually kind of a huge turn-on. Who knew?

He’s suggesting that we hook up. Don’t people just do that naturally, without a whole conversation about it? Not that the conversation isn’t hot, but …

“When you say hook up … do you mean like a one-night stand?” I say because honestly, I don’t know what else to say. I’m new to this talking about sex before doing it business.

He smiles, and it’s just so frigging sexy. “Well, I was kind of thinking more along the lines of you and me hooking up for the duration that we’re here on the island.”

Oh.

Wow.

“You mean, like … a two-week stand?”

He chuckles low, and I feel it like a hand between my legs. “If that’s what you want to call it.”

“I’m really not sure what to call it,” I whisper.

His look is searing. “Sex, Dillon. You call it really fucking hot sex for two weeks straight. If you let me, I’ll make you come so hard and I’ll fuck you in so many ways that you’ll still be feeling me for weeks after.”

Oh, that sound you hear? Well, that’s the sound of the elastic in the crotch of my swimsuit snapping open in anticipation.

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West

Dillon is staring at me like she’s seeing me for the first time. Lips agape. Those gorgeous blue eyes of hers wide and totally scandalized.

I have an image of her lying beneath me, looking up at me in the exact same way, and my dick twitches in my trunks.

I like that she has this kind of sexual innocence about her. She’s not inexperienced, but she’s not sexually confident either. She’s not used to someone talking so openly about sex with her.

Well, when I’m done with her, she’ll be experienced in both by the end of this vacation.

I know she’s recently gone through a really shitty breakup. But I’m not the kind of man who is indecisive. I can’t be that way on the field. When I have a pass to make, there’s no room for hesitation. And I’m not that way in life.

I always know what I want, and I always go for what I want. I’m clear from the get-go if I want a woman. I tell her what I’m willing to offer her—which is sex. If she’s happy with that, then let the fucking commence. If she isn’t, then I won’t lose any sleep over it.

Well, maybe I’ll lose a little if Dillon says no.

Knowing that she will be sleeping in the villa just across from mine and I don’t get to know what it’s like to sink my cock into her pussy … yeah, that might cause me to lose some sleep.

I’m not sure what it is about her. She’s just so different from any woman I’ve ever met. And I’ve met a lot of women.

I honestly can’t remember the last time I was so hot for a chick as I am with Dillon. Probably when I was back in high school and discovered what it was like to get my dick wet for the first time.

Maybe it’s the English thing, or the way she has absolutely no clue how fucking gorgeous she is, or those eyes that seem to see everything, or her funny and smart mouth, but I wanted her the moment she wobbled into the bar. And I would have absolutely gone for her that night if she hadn’t been drunk. But she’s not drunk now. She’s sober, and I’m not holding back on saying what I want.

And what I want for the next couple of weeks is her.

I want to fuck her real bad. Actually, I need to do a lot of things to her that would require us spending a hell of a lot of time in bed together. Things that I bet her dipshit of an ex never did to her. I’m gonna make her come so fucking hard and so often that she won’t be able to wipe the smile from her face for a fucking month.

For the time we’re together, I’ll be good to her. I’ll make her feel good about herself. All the while making us both come hard and often.

I might not be cut out for a relationship. But I will never make a woman feel shitty about herself.

I’ll make her feel beautiful and sexy. I’ll make her feel everything that attracts me to her.

You don’t need to be a prick to be a player.

I’m just a guy who likes sex but who knows that a relationship isn’t for him. But I don’t want to be the asshole who hurts people who really don’t deserve to be hurt. And Dillon is definitely one of those people.

Wordlessly, she picks up her beer bottle and presses the mouth of it to her lips. Tips it up, pouring the liquid into her mouth.