Page 125 of Second-Rate Superstar
Dipping my head, I flattened my tongue, licking her from entrance to clit as she moaned. Her unique flavor coated my taste buds, and I hummed in appreciation. “My favorite snack.”
A hand found my head, gripping my hair and placing it exactly where she wanted me. Dakota breathed out, “Less talking.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
The time for talking over, I ate that delicious pussy until she was screaming my name so loud that everyone on board knew who shebelonged to.
Dakota joined the rest of us on deck in a purple string bikini that barely contained the swells of her breasts. The ladies were perched on a tanning pad situated on the bow of the yacht while the guys relaxed on chairs, taking in the view of the women they loved.
A deckhand approached to take Dakota’s drink order. She asked for a margarita, and I smiled, glad it was time to relax and enjoy our first official vacation together.
Before the young guy in his early twenties, dressed in a white polo and khaki shorts, could make it two steps away, Amy called out, “Change it to water. And a round for everyone.”
Ducking his head to signal he understood, he scurried off.
When Dakota looked at Amy in question, she explained, “Either way this goes, we’re in for a wild night. Best to hydrate now so you’re not paying for it tomorrow.”
Preston chimed in. “She’s right. Lucy got completely wasted at Amy’s bachelorette. I can only imagine Hannah’s will be ten times wilder.”
Lucy smirked at her husband. “This time, I expect to be properly taken advantage of, no matter my level of intoxication.” She huffed out a sigh. “Mama needs a night to cut loose.”
Standing, Preston pressed a kiss to her lips, whispering, “Yes, Princess.”
Liam grumbled beside me. “Keep it in your pants, man.”
Preston winked at his best friend and brother-in-law. “We both know your sister is no saint. Just dealing with the hand I was dealt.” His eyes roved over his wife’s petite form. “And what a hand it was.”
Before Liam could shoot back another reply, Hannah’s voice reached us from the dock. “I’m getting married tomorrow!”
Natalie sat up, clapping her hands. “All right, everyone, man your battle stations. Girls are in town for dinner and dancing. Guys are staying on board. Time to get showered and dressed.”
Groaning in unison, we were reluctant to leave this lazy day behind but knew we’d come down here for a reason.
Tomorrow, Cal and Hannah would tie the knot.
With Liv adamant that she didn’t need a legal marriage to be a family with Benji and their son, Knox, all eyes would turn to me and Dakota. We were the last couple standing without a formal commitment—the last pieces of the puzzle.
As we shuffled to our cabins to prepare for the rowdy night ahead, I began to wonder how and when I would ask Dakota to marry me. I knew one thing—I didn’t want to wait.
Drinks in hand, the six of us men sat on the deck playing poker. It was only a matter of time before Cal caved and we went in search of the girls, but for now, we were letting them have their girl time. I’d heard over the years that they took their girls’ nights very seriously.
Benji dealt another round of cards, but Liam barely glanced at his before declaring, “Fold.”
Jaxon nudged him. “What is so interesting on your phone?”
“Baby monitor,” Liam replied, his eyes transfixed on the screen.
Preston scoffed. “Seriously, dude. You’ve got issues. You’re watching that kid sleep more intently than you probably ever watched porn.”
“Watch your mouth,” Liam snapped at him. “You don’t mention my son and porn in the same breath. Got it?”
Holding up his hands in surrender, Preston rolled his eyes.
Jaxon ribbed him. “They’re all sweet and innocent when they’re babies. The next thing you know, they’re bringing home a spelling test from school, and their spelling of the word come is c-u-m.”
I spit out my drink, spraying the table as the rest of the men—minus Liam—roared in laughter.
Cal chuckled. “I mean, he’s not wrong. Depends on the context.”
