Page 59 of Bad For A Weekend

After pulling my hair back and slipping on some panties and a long T-shirt, I creep out of my room to find the whole house quiet. Brandy isn’t even awake yet to make breakfast. Good, that works out for what I’m about to do.

I turn the knob on Owen’s door and slip inside. He’s on his stomach, his arms tucked under his pillow, and his covers so low, I can make out the top of his ass crack, which means he’s sleeping nude.

Owen naked is a sight to behold. Muscles upon muscles, a thin patch of hair under his belly button, an Adonis belt, and a gorgeous cock. The man even trims his pubic hair. He’s more than gorgeous. He’s a god.

I lift the comforter and slip underneath, draping a leg over his hips and an arm over his back. With us like this, it’s easy to imagine waking up to him every day. Having his face be the first and last thing I see, knowing I can rest easy because nothing bad can happen when he’s around.

He stirs, and his eyes flutter open. They soften for a split second before he sits upright. “What are you doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“Baylor, you can’t be in here.”

“Don’t worry. Everyone’s still asleep, so I thought we could slip in a quickie.” I rub up and down his tattoo-covered chest. He places his hand over mine. I think he’s going to move it lower and get things started, but he removes it and sets it on the mattress. “We agreed. One night. That’s it; we had that.”

“But you said I was the best you ever had.” Shit. There’s a knot in my throat, and my nose is stinging. I will not cry. I won’t be that girl.

“You were. Trust me.” He huffs. “But this is too dangerous. What we did last night was too risky, and I’m not even sure we got away with it. I can’t chance anyone finding out.”

“Yeah. Okay.” I get off the bed, my vision blurring from stupid tears that I will away. “You’re right. I’ll just go.”

“Wait. Baylor, hold on.” He tries to extricate himself from the bed, but he’s naked, and since we’re not naked buddies anymore, he feels the need to drag his comforter with him, which buys me some time.

“I’m fine. Great, even. I’ll see you at breakfast.” I run from his room and across the hall to mine, shutting my door and flipping the lock.

I’m an idiot. I can’t believe I actually thought this was going to work out because why? I have a magic pussy? God, I’m dumb.

Needing some air, I decide a bath would be best. I strip out of my clothes and step outside. This is good. I’ve been looking forward to this bathtub, and it’ll give me some time to get my head right. Adjusting the temperature of the water to lukewarm since it’s already hot outside, I fill the tub and pour in a mixture of salts and oils.

I sigh as I lower into the soaking tub. Everything aches after last night, but now it feels tainted. It meant so much to me, so much that I’d blow up my life just to get more. It hurts my heart that he doesn’t feel the same. Obviously, we had very different experiences.

Mine was the out-of-body, everything-in-me-has-changed type of experience. I never knew I could feel so connected, so in tune with another human being. It was beautiful and inspiring. But for him, I must have been just another casual fuck.Show the innocent virgin a good time, get my rocks off, and leave hertype of thing.

That’s fine. I’m too strong to let him destroy me, but I am just petty enough to make him regret it. That club tonight is sounding better and better. I was ready to give up the idea after he agreed to last night, but now, I’m angry enough to do all the things he doesn’t want me to.

Maybe it’s juvenile—okay, it is juvenile—but I don’t care. I’d like to see any other woman do differently because she wouldn’t.

As I soak my throbbing muscles and achy pussy, I plot out how I’ll make him suffer.

After gathering our snorkeling gear and putting on our swimsuits, the five of us walk down the boardwalk to our cenote that is shared with four other residents whose houses connect to it. That’s how big this sinkhole is.

The jungle is thick around us, and none of the other residents are here, so it’s the perfect place to shut out the world. Too bad the person I need to shut out the most is standing ten feet away.

“I love this,” Ziggy says, stripping off his shirt.

“Right? It’s why we picked this house.” I pull my swimsuit cover off, revealing my tie-dye, plunge-cut monokini that has wide slits down both sides and, of course, is super cheeky. I chose this suit because it covers the bite marks and hickeys but is still sexy enough to drive Owen wild. Judging by the look on his face, it worked.

“What the hell happened to your back?” Brandy asks, gripping my shoulders from behind and inspecting my sex wounds. I didn’t own a wetsuit, so I knew this would come up.

“I fell in the shower and scraped my back on the plants.” I glance over at Owen, who is working his jaw and trying his hardest to not pay attention to the conversation.

“My God. You only fell once? Because this looks like you were rubbing against those plants for a good ten minutes.” She turns me around. “When we get back, I’m going to put some ointment on the deeper cuts.”

“Okay. Thank you.” I lift up on my toes and kiss her cheek.

“How does this work?” Sara eyes the sinkhole speculatively.

I lead her to the edge of the cave so she can see the water. “It’s about a thirty-six-foot drop, but if you look over there, we’ve installed a ladder to get down, and there are diving platforms every ten feet.”

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