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I gratefully accepted, hoping there was a ton of alcohol in it to help settle my nerves. This was the most daring thing I’d ever done. Despite the fact that I was laid out next to the hot AF Manu, which did me no favors, I was actually starting to feel a tad bit sexy. I even began to relax, and eventually, I must have fallen asleep, because I startled when Cass whispered in my ear.

“Wake up, Nicky.”

His hands glided up the backs of my oiled thighs and I parted them. Cass was perched on the side of my lounge chair, leaning half over my body. He’d lost his shirt.

I opened my sleepy eyes. “What time is it?” Before I was quite awake enough to remember I’d fallen asleep naked, I rolled over onto my back.

Cass chuckled. “That looks painful.”

I looked down to see my soft dick had taken the imprint of the lounge chair straps. Fuck me. His first glimpse of my cock and it’s warped!

Why, God? Do you want me to die a virgin?

“I just wanted to check your sting.” He ran his hands over my hip and thigh, checking for anything off.

My dick started to grow. How was my deep mortification not killing it? My cheeks heated with embarrassment.

“That’s good,” Cass laughed, “it’ll help fill out the line marks.”

Kill me now!

Cass kept his hand on the top of my thigh, and I spread my legs wider.

“How are you feeling?” His voice sounded thick and slow, like raw honey.

“Good,” I squeaked like a mouse, covering my mouth with my hand. Cass laughed again. “Good,” I said in a stronger voice.

“Scott and Manu went ashore for the night. It’s just us, now.” His gaze slid blatantly over my body, making my dick grow to its fully unimpressive size. “That was an incredibly bold and reckless move, Nicky.”

“I know. I’m sorry if I embarrassed you.”

“You didn’t. I wasn’t feeling…embarrassed.” The heat in his eyes said he’d felt something else entirely. “Did you have fun?”

I couldn’t help but smile. “I did. I’ve never done anything like that before. It felt incredible.”

Cass smiled. “In my completely unbiased opinion, you looked spectacular.” His smile faded. “If you ever do that again, I’ll turn you over my knee and redden your tiny little ass.” He squeezed my thigh before standing up. Again, his eyes roamed over my bare body. He shook his head. “No tan lines,” he mocked, repeating my earlier cheer.

I watched him walk away, appreciating the way his tight ass swayed back and forth in his khaki shorts.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

As soon as Nicky drove away from the marina, I slammed my truck door and bolted for Sam’s house. Usually, after a trip, I couldn’t wait to go straight home so I could shower and relax, but those creature comforts would have to wait until after I confronted my best friend. It didn’t take me long to get there since he lived only a couple of blocks from me, in a small home with a quaint porch and light-blue-painted siding.

I didn’t even knock, just used my key and walked right in, slamming his door as well.

“Welcome back, sunshine. What’s your goddamn problem?”

“You! You’re my goddamn problem,” I thundered. I’d kept a lid on my simmering shame and confusion all week, but it had boiled over into anger and after last night, falling asleep with Nicky’s slender naked body, so pale and smooth, and fuck!—I’d worked myself into a full-fledged fucking wrath.

“You must be mistaken,” Sam laughed. “I haven’t seen you in days.”

“It’s your fault!”

“Me?” he laughed, like someone bewildered and confused does. Sam set down his beer and joined me in the foyer. “What’d I do?”

Completely mortified, I felt my face heat and spluttered, “Y-You put that shit in my head…about Nicky and other men!”

“So?”

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