Page 1 of The Virgin's Baby
Chapter One
Ransom
Ibiza, Spain – May 9th
Waves rolled in on the pristine white sand; the water placidly reflected the clear blue sky. Paradise is what we came for, and my friends and I were not disappointed. With females everywhere you turned wearing next to nothing, it made our vacation—our perpetual vacation—even better.
Dumphy raised his hand between us, awaiting a high-five from me.
“Give it to me, Ransom. Did I pick the perfect place to spend the next month or what?”
Not one to leave a friend hanging, I gave him the gesture he deserved.
“That you did, Dumphy.” Charles Mason Dumphy was one of the wealthiest sons-of-bitches on the planet. He’d called me up one day, telling me that he’d heard there was a ton of action in Ibiza, Spain, and that we needed to go.
Gathering a couple more friends, Vick and Alejandro, I made us into the Fearsome Foursome once again. Our little pack liked to spend money, have as much fun as humanly possible, and bag all the babes we could. We had month-long vacations four times a year. And we all took turns picking out the places to go.
Summer was just beginning, and I was certain it would be a great one. Lying on the beach, watching the beauties parading past proved better than watching any movie ever.
Vick leaned up on his elbows, lifting his glass ofHierbas Ibicencas, an Ibiza tradition. Holding it up, he toasted, “To Ransom’s thirtieth birthday. May the next decade be as good to you as this one was.”
Sitting up, I picked up my drink, a smooth-tastingFrígola, but paused, allowing the other guys to grab their drinks before we clinked glasses of assorted alcoholic bliss together and said in unison, “Salud!”
Turning thirty wasn’t a thing I was too worried about. Being first in our group to make this journey into the next decade, I would lead my lifelong friends, much the same way as I’ve always done, into the next phase of life.
Being the kind of guy I was, I wasn’t making any changes. I would simply sit back and see where life took me, the way I always had. It had worked so far; why not just keep things the way they were?
Alejandro pulled his aviator-style sunglasses down, looking over their rims at me. “You know it’s common to get married and start a family by your age, Ransom.”
All I could do was laugh. “Not me, buddy. Not this guy.” I jabbed my thumb to my bare chest since I was clad in swimming trunks and nothing else. Displaying your body for all to see was the thing to do at the busy beach.
Vick shook his head then laid back down on the sand. “I’m with you, Ransom. Bachelors forever.”
“Damn right,” I agreed then laid back down, too, to continue letting the sun’s rays bronze my body—a body I worked damn hard on. Daily workouts and a protein-filled diet had me looking the best I’d ever looked.
Turning thirty wasn’t going to get me down.No sir!
Dumphy got up, dusting sand off his ass. “I’m going to grab us another round and find out where the party’s at tonight. We’ve got to celebrate the big guy’s birthday in style.”
My birthday.
It got me thinking about my accomplishments in the last twenty years. I’d graduated from high school by the skin of my teeth, but that was only because I didn’t care much about making good grades. Girls were my focus in those years. Puberty had a big impact on me, hitting me—and my cock—hard. That thing stayed stiff for the better part of five years.
In my twenties, I began to refine my tastes instead of feasting on just any female. A certain type began to attract me. It didn’t make sense to my friends; they always pursued the ultra-gorgeous girls. But me? I liked my girls on the lower end of the scale.
Anywhere from a two to a five made my dick hard. I had my reasons. I’d been through many a beautiful girl in my time. They all had one thing in common: they tried to rule me with their beauty rather than their pussies.
I wasn’t a man to be ruled anyway. And I didn’t much care to rule a woman either. I liked to live life free as a bird. .
With four new drinks in his meaty fists, Dumphy came back with his news: “Amnesia is where it’s going down tonight, my amigos.”
I accepted my drink from him. “Sounds like a plan, man. I’m down for losing my memory on this thirtieth birthday.”
Vick took his drink from Dumphy. “Me too.” He took a sip and then raised it up high. “To tonight and to getting blown up!”
We all raised our glasses. “Salud!”
Wide hips, a round ass, and tits that barely fit into the hot-pink bikini top sashayed up to me. I didn’t bother looking all the way up to her face. “You guys goin’ to Amnesia later?” She had a southern twang—a thing I liked, being from Texas.
