my life, standing here with West right now, his hard body pressed up against mine … it kind of feels like I’m finally winning at something.
Even if it is only a temporary win.
seventeen
West
She didn’t win, and she’s not happy about it. It’s cute how competitive she is.
Seriously, I thought I was competitive, but I’m starting to wonder if she might have the edge on me. Because I can take a loss. I don’t like it. Losing is hard as fuck. Especially when it’s a loss with my team. But I can handle it because I take that loss and use it as my focus to make sure I win the next time.
Dillon, however, really cannot take a loss.
She’s been complaining the whole way back to my villa about it.
Turns out, there was a crab in the shell, and no, it wasn’t dead because she made the host check.
And, no, I’m not kidding.
Then, she said that the crab was faulty somehow.
A faulty crab. I know, right?
It took everything in me not to laugh at that. But I figured if I laughed, there would be zero chance I’d be getting laid tonight. And I really want to get laid tonight because she’s looking hot as fuck in the white dress she’s wearing. It has total virginal vibes going on. It’s begging to be dirtied up.
Also, it was my fault she lost because she picked the number fourteen because of me.
You know, because of the orgasms I’ve given her. Somehow, the making of the number became not as important at that point.
It’s honestly funny though because her complaining isn’t irritating me or bugging me. It’s actually cute as fuck.
I walk up the steps to my villa with Dillon trailing behind me.
“I mean, they all moved, except for mine. That’s fucked up, right?”
“Uh-huh,” I answer as I unlock the door to my villa, planning to shut her up with my tongue in her mouth the moment we’re inside. I push the door open and stand aside to let her in first.
“I bet they put a few lazy bastard crabs in there, you know, so people couldn’t win,” she grumbles as she walks past me into the villa.
I follow her in and shut the door. “But someone did win.”
Why, West? You had her inside and could have shut her up with your tongue and then been inside of her a few minutes later. But no. Instead, you decide to open your mouth and tip her over the edge.
Nice going, jackass.
She stops, turns, and glares at me. Her hands go to her hips. Her eyes are like lasers on mine.
My balls literally shrivel up and start to climb up inside my body.
But weirdly, my dick gets hard.
I guess he likes a pissed off Dillon.
“Yes,” she retorts. “An old couple. Like, the only old couple here. Whose fortieth wedding anniversary it is, might I add. I mean, that’s a total noncoincidence. They might as well have given the prize to the only kid there. Which would have been weird because what would a kid do with a prize like that anyway? Suppose his parents could have used it. But whatever! I mean, really, what the fuck are two old people going to do on a private island anyway? Knit? Play Scrabble?”
Hide from your complaining probably.
Of course, I don’t say that.
“Well, I’m guessing they’ll fuck in between the knitting and Scrabble playing.”
“Ew, dude!” She screws up her nose. “Don’t say that!”
“You do know that old people have sex too, Double D?” I say in a jokey, conspiratorial whisper.
Her eyes narrow. She crosses her arms over her chest, and the action pushes those gorgeous tits up. Of course, my eyes instantly go straight to them, and now, her tits are the only thought in my mind.
“Yes, I know that. I just don’t need to know that right now.”
Well, that makes no sense. But who am I to question her?
Actually, I just don’t want to question anything because my dick is painfully hard, and all I want is her mouth on mine and my dick in her pussy and my hands on those tits of hers.
I slide my arms around her waist and pull her hips to meet mine. Her eyes flare at the contact as she realizes what’s waiting for her once she stops moaning about that fucking crab race and starts moaning my name instead.
“You do remember that you have an island trip in five days and that we’re going on it together, right? And we’re gonna spend