Kingdom Fall

“For who?”

“Don’t be an ass. Do I look like I fit in now?”

“Who said you didn’t before? How old are you anyway?”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re asking now?”

“You’re not going to tell me?”

“No. But I will say you aren’t a pedophile,” she declared with an I won this one grin.

She tucked her bag in a corner, away from where the girls had stashed their bags, and left. I put my bag on top of hers and moved the hat she’d bought on top of that before following her out.

I walked in on some guy hitting on her.

“I can show you where?” he said.

She turned, flashed me a see ya smile, and took off with the little weasel who’d probably never had his dick wet. If she thought I would get jealous, I’d show her otherwise. I could find ways to pass the time on this party boat too.

I sat on an empty sofa with a bottle of beer, and within minutes, beautiful women surrounded me. One of whom outright offered to let me do dirty things to her.

“You should be careful to whom you make that request,” I said. “Someone might take you up on that, and you may not like the outcome.”

Her eyes grew large as fear took hold, and she quickly scrambled away. I’d done my good deed for the day. I could only hope she would take my advice and not end up a statistic at some point in the future.

“You might have scared her, but I don’t scare easily.” A brunette, deeply tanned with an exotic beauty that caught most men’s eyes and lacked the innocence the other had, leaned forward so her lips were inches from mine.

“What does scare you?” I asked.

“Nothing much really.”

“If I wanted to tie you up and watch you scream, what would you say to that?”

With more curves than a figure eight, she shifted to press her full breasts against my left arm as she spoke in my ear. “I say whatever gets you off, I’m down for.”

“Excuse me.”

I let my eyes eat up the long expanse of Lizzy’s legs and torso until I met her narrowed eyes.

“I’m sorry,” the brunette purred. She didn’t sound sorry in the least. “Have I poached your man?”

“He’s not my man,” Lizzy said, though the daggers she aimed at the other woman said differently.

“Well then, you can go,” the exotic beauty said with a wave.

I stretched and folded my arms behind my head, enjoying the show.

“It’s not really up to you, is it?” Lizzy said, her cool stare landing on me.

I could have let it play out some more, but I gave in and got to my feet. “Duty calls.”

“Too bad,” the brunette said, sex oozing from every pore. “I have a feeling you like more flavors than vanilla.”

My feisty blonde thought the woman was referring to her looks, not quite getting the other woman’s meaning. Her reply, however, did make me chuckle. “I can tell you one flavor he isn’t interested in.”

The brunette only arched a brow with confidence that nothing Lizzy said would bother her.

“Chunky skank monkey.”

The brunette deflated before lifting her chin.

I took Lizzy by the arm before more than words were thrown. “Let’s go.”

“Why?” Lizzy said, forcing me to pull her along.

“The point of taking this ship was to blend in, not be recognized,” I ground through my molars.

“I bet you like the idea of two women fighting over you. So, let me clear this up—I wasn’t fighting over you.”

“Really? Because I was pretty sure you just cock-blocked me.” I couldn’t help riling her up. She was sexy as hell when she was mad.

She jerked her arm free as we stepped onto the starboard side of the boat. The walkway was oddly free of anyone. “You’re welcome to go get chlamydia if you want.”

“You’re better than that.” But then I recognized her vulnerability. How had I not seen it before? I reached for her.

“You’re right,” she said, holding a hand in the air. “That was mean. I can admit when I’m wrong. I’ll just say it. She’s more your type.”

“Maybe, but not for the reasons you think.”

The brunette had read me as the dominant I was. She’d been ready to play. Sex between Lizzy and me had been great—fantastic even. But long term, would I be willing to give up the dominant side of me for a vanilla relationship with her?

“I think it’s pretty clear you prefer a woman with big tits and a round ass.”

“I’m attracted to more than just looks,” I said.

I wasn’t sure how we’d gotten to this point. She’d made it clear how she felt. At the same time, I needed her to trust me. I would have tried to explain it, but the boat slowed. There was a chorus of cheers, and I assumed we’d gotten to our destination.