Page 40 of Tropical Heat

“Good to hear, because after we shower, I am taking you to The Greasy Spoon you love so much. You can order anything on the menu and I promise not to tell you how bad it is for you.”

“Wow. Wake up sex and my favorite breakfast joint, all in one morning. I can’t wait to see what you have planned for the rest of the day.”

The Greasy Spoon was the actual name of the place. It was near the fishing fleet and only opened for breakfast. The healthiest thing on the menu was a virgin Bloody Mary. I ordered one, along with a side of grits and toast.

I listened in disbelief as my companion ordered the three-egg omelet, hash browns with gravy and cheese, along with sides of sausage and bacon, and black coffee. He caught me shaking my head.

“I thought you weren’t going to judge what I ordered.”

“I'm not. I just don't know where you put it all. Not an ounce of fat on your body, but I just watch you eat all of that and I will gain five pounds.”

“Relax, I like a man with a little meat on his bones,” he smirked. I punched him in the arm just as the heavy bosomed waitress brought us our plates. I caught him staring at her generous rear end when she walked away.

“Speaking of luscious curves, what do you think Morgan has been up to?” It was the first time either of us had spoken her name in a while.

“Who cares?” he replied. “She made her choice.” Even if he would never admit it, I knew he was hurting as much as I was. Not wanting to spoil our day, I changed the subject.

“How about after we finish eating, we go over to Bahia Honda? We can swim and catch some rays on the beach. It'll be good to relax.

“Great idea,” he agreed before stuffing a forkful of potatoes into his mouth. After swallowing, he said, “Too bad they shut down the nude beach.”

“You mean the beach where guys used to troll for sex?”

“I don't know anything about that.” He blushed and dug into his omelet.

“It's fine. We both have a past and as long as it is all behind you, I don't care.”

“Way in the rear-view mirror. I only have eyes for you now.”

Instead of pointing out that he had just been checking out the waitress’s ass, I took his hand and gave it a squeeze.

When we got back from the beach, the plan had been to shower and dress for a romantic dinner at The Beachcomber, the fanciest restaurant on Turtle Key. But as Dante removed his shirt, I caught a mixture of sea salt and coconut oil, two of my favorite scents wafting from his skin. I leaned in, licked a nipple, and quickly undressed him. From my knees, I heard a knock at the front door.

Knowing I was pathologically incapable of ignoring a ringing phone or a knocking door, Dante gave out a groan. I spit his cock out and went to the front window to see who it was.

I told Dante to get dressed. “We have company.” Then scrambled down the steps, while pulling on a pair of shorts and shirt. Reminding myself I did not know why she was here, I took a deep calming breath before opening the door.

Twenty-Three

Morgan

I parked on the street and, without pausing to consider what I would say, leaped from the car and ran up the steps. My heart raced as I knocked on the front door.

Standing on the deck waiting for someone to answer, not knowing what type of reception I would receive, I regretted being so impetuous. It would have been better to call first. After the way I had run out on them, they might never want to speak to me again. And who could blame them? With no explanation or warning, I had disappeared from their lives.

But it was too late to turn back now. The door was opening. I dried my palms on the thighs of my scrubs and arranged my lips in what I hoped resembled a smile.

I was glad to see it was Zak staring back at me. He was likely to be the more forgiving of the two. But his face was unreadable and instead of inviting me in; he asked what I wanted. Hoping levity would lighten the mood, I replied, “I understand you have a room to rent.”

“It’s possible, but I'm very particular about the people I rent to. Do you have references?”

I was used to Dante making me squirm and beg, but was not prepared for such a chilly reception from Zak. My shoulders drooped. “You have every right to be mad at me. I behaved horribly and owe you an explanation. Can I please come in so we can talk?”

He stood there, considering the question. Just as I thought he was going to close the door in my face, I heard Dante's voice. “Let her in. I would like to hear what she has to say.”

Dante’s expression was just as cold as Zak's. Even Oliver, his tail motionless, glared at me from the couch. I had never felt so unwelcome anywhere in my entire life. Then I noticed both of them appeared to have dressed hastily. Their fading erections, visible through their shorts.

Shit,I had interrupted them having sex. No wonder they were so unhappy to see me. “If this is a bad time, we can talk some other day.”

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