But Brooke didn’t laugh. Instead, she studied me closely. “Who says you have to be a king?”
I rolled my eyes. “Are you volunteering to be one of my five wives?”
Her cheeks flushed scarlet, and she averted her gaze. But she didn’t answer the question.
I turned to Hazel. “What about you? Any interest in joining a harem in the name of science?”
Hazel’s jaw dropped, and she stared at me wide-eyed. “I… ummm… I don’t think I could do that.”
I glanced between them and laughed. “Be serious. We don’t need a harem to find the treasure.” But deep down, I wasn’t so sure, and with Brooke avoiding my gaze entirely, I could tell she wasn’t sure either.
“Enough talk about harems and wives.” I stood to go. “I’ll bring Sam back with me tomorrow,” I said. “Brooke, let’s roll.”
Chapter 4
Brooke was quiet on our ride home, but not out of anger. Rather, her mind seemed elsewhere, occupied by the thoughts of an ancient harem filled with beautiful wives. She sat in the middle seat beside me and held my hand for most of the ride back to her apartment, absently stroking the back of my hand with her thumb.
When we arrived, she climbed out of the cab and gazed back in at me. “You’re going to the Salty Parrot with Sam?”
“Yep,” I said. “Any interest in tagging along?” I asked, knowing full well she never would.
She stared at me for the span of a pregnant heartbeat. “Would she mind? I don’t want to be a third wheel.”
My face flushed with heat and my legs turned into the consistency of room-temperature butter. Sam was right. She knew how to make women jealous. “You want to go to the Parrot… with me?”
“If you like this girl, then I owe it to you to make sure she’s up to par,” Brooke said. “What time should I meet you?”
I glanced down at my watch. “An hour and a half?”
She nodded, then leaned in and kissed me gently on the cheek. “Thanks, Trap… for everything.” Then she backed out of the cab and closed the door behind her before turning and headed inside her apartment building.
I stared after her, too stunned to move. What in the world had just happened? The night would either be incredibly interesting or a complete disaster. Only time would tell which. I glanced at my watch again. Brooke and Sam would arrive at the Parrot in ninety minutes, which meant I needed to get there in sixty. After making a quick pit stop at a specialty tequila shop, I went home, took a quick shower, and grabbed a quick bite to eat.
When I sauntered into the Salty Parrot, I spotted just the person I wanted to see.
Marcia Anderson, the stunning Cuban bartender, stood behind the bar, shaking a stainless steel cocktail shaker, smiling and chatting with a pair of middle-aged regulars transfixed by her bouncy boobs.
I tucked the bag under my arm and strolled up to the bar, sitting in my regular spot at the end. I placed the green gift bag with a yellow bow on the bar top and smiled in Maria’s direction while she she shot me a sideways glance.
The fiery Latina beauty poured whatever cocktails she had assembled into twin glasses and placed them before the leering regulars. Her tits were the real show and those two geezers didn’t take their eyes off of them until she finally turned away, grabbed a cold Sol beer and headed in my direction.
“Good evening gorgeous,” I said, giving her my best smile.
She popped the top on the Sol and set it before me. “You going to a birthday party later?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said. “As a matter of fact, I am.” I stole a glance at her billowing golden cleavage sprouting from her fire-engine red t-shirt.
Her lips glistened under the bars neon lights and her shimmering dark hair spilled over her shoulders in rich luxurious waves.
Just looking at her made me hard and my cock twitched in my pants, expanding inside my briefs. “Although the party isn’t for another few days.”
Maria frowned and tried to sneak a peak in the bag. “What is it?” Her subtle Cuban accent turned me stiff as a board.
“You are awfully curious tonight,” I said.
“It’s not everyday you come into this bar with gifts,” she said.
“I’ve given a lot of thought to your offer,” I said.
She frowned. “What offer?”
“The offer to win you over,” I said. “You told me if I had been paying attention then I would know how to win you over.”
The grin on her face widened, showcasing her perfect white teeth. She folded her arms over her chest and studied me thoughtfully. “You think you know how to win me over?”
“Maybe,” I said. The truth was that I remembered everything, which meant I had to play it just right or I could forget about scoring with the lovely Latina beauty. “Consider this a pre-birthday gift.” I pushed the bag toward her.
“It’s for me?” she asked.
“Open it,” I said.
Maria’s hazel eyes sparkled and lit up as she pulled open the bag and retrieve a bottle of high-end, premium tequila. Her jaw dropped and her eyes went wide as she stared between me and the bottle. “You didn’t.”
She held a bottle of Clase Azul Reposado tequila in her hand. It was her favorite alcohol and one that she said she couldn’t afford to buy herself.
“I did,” I said. “If I’m correct, your birthday is five days from now.”
She stared up at me over the bottle of booze and her jaw dropped. “Who did you ask?”
“Nobody,” I said. “I remember the moment you told me about your birthday. It was six months ago, and you stood right where you are now. You wore a pink shirt and I remember, you had just received the pretty gold cross you have on right now from your mother.” I pointed to the gold cross inlaid with sparkling diamonds nestled inside the bulging curves of her world-class cleavage.
Maria absentmindedly picked up the cross and leaned forward, setting the bottle aside. “You were drunk that day.”
I shrugged. “Anyway, I asked you if it was your birthday and you told me that your birthday was on October first and your mother gave that to you on the anniversary of your first communion.”
She grinned and leaned even closer before kissing me softly on the cheek. “That’s the sweetest thing any man has ever remembered about me.” She eased back and shook her head. “Maybe I was wrong about you.”
“I hope so,” I said. “Because I want to take you out on your birthday and then we’ll truly put my memory to the test. Because your dream date starts on your birthday. Am I correct so far?”
She smiled at me flirtatiously while she fondled the cross, her eyes glimmering. “Just because you remembered my birthday doesn’t mean you remember my perfect date.”
“There’s only one way to find out. Please tell me you don’t have plans.”
She studied me for a long time and pursed her lips together. “I don’t normally go out with regulars… but you did buy me such an amazing bottle of tequila. And you remembered the day my mom gave me the cross.” She sighed and looked at me appraisingly, as if for the first time.
“Is that a yes?”
“My boyfriend won’t be happy, but….” She shrugged. “He never bought me a bottle of Clase Azul Reposado. I’ll go, but as friends.”
“Friends?” I nodded. “Friends it is. But I need your digits. You know, the ones you’ve guarded like a mother dragon sitting on her nest of eggs.”
“I suppose there’s no harm in giving you my phone number. But no dick pics or the date is off.” Maria took the bottle and bag and set them behind the bar. Then she scribbled her number on a slip of paper and handed it over to me. “Don’t make me regret this.”
“Regret what?” a female voice said from behind me.
I started to turn when a pair of big soft tits mashed against my back and toned, tanned arms draped over my shoulders from behind. The fresh scent of summer flowers lit up my senses and a pair of warm lips brushed against my cheek. “Hi, baby,” Sam whispered in my ear.
Mar
ia’s jaw dropped as she watched the sizzling hot twenty-year-old slide her arms up the front of my shirt and run her fingers over my muscled chest.
I glanced over my shoulder and found Sam’s lips waiting to kiss me. She tasted like cherries and looked like a mix between a playmate of the year and an innocent angel descended directly from the gate of heaven. Even over my shoulder, I could clearly see the swell of her cleavage bursting from a pink lace bra nestled deep inside a white V-necked t-shirt.
“I’m taking Maria out for her birthday in a few weeks,” I said.
Maria winced as if expecting fireworks, but Sam only smiled at Maria over my shoulder while she drew me in tight. “Happy early birthday,” Sam said before she extended her hand across the bar top. “I’m Samantha Monroe, Trap’s girlfriend.”
“We’re only going out as friends,” Maria said nervously as she shook Sam’s hand. “I’ve known Trap for a long time.”
“Friends or friends with benefits.” Sam shrugged. “No worries. Trap and I have an understanding. I’m not the possessive type. You’ll see.”
The regulars lining the bar eyed Sam like sharks tracking a wounded tuna, and even Maria couldn’t help but stare at the gorgeous young blonde.
Maria glanced between us while Sam slipped onto the bar stool beside me. “Seriously?” Maria asked, her tone incredulous. “You don’t want to kill me? Or, better yet, him?”
Sam slid her inside mine and laced our fingers together in a lover’s hold. “You’re a beautiful girl and he’s a very handsome man. It’s normal there would be some chemistry.” She leaned in close to me and her eyes twinkled. “But I know how he feels about me. Right, baby?”
She was truly a gift from heaven. “Right.” I leaned in, smiling, and kissed her glossy pink lips. “You’re the best.”
Maria glanced between us as if we were crazy and then shrugged. “What can I get you, sweetie?” Maria asked.
“I’m not a huge drinker,” Sam said. “I’ll have a light beer. You pick.”
Maria nodded and then turned to go, staring down the line of men drooling over Sam. “Put your tongues back in your mouth. She’s not going anywhere with any of you.”
“She’s very pretty,” Sam said as she tightened her grip on my hand. “And she wants way more than a friendship. That’s for sure.”
“It doesn’t bother you?” I asked, staring over at her.
Sam eyed me, her blue eyes practically sizzling with electric sex. “Not only doesn’t it bother me, but it’s kind of my kink.”
“What kink?” I asked.
“Isn’t it obvious?” She giggled and squeezed my hand. “The harem kink,” she whispered. “I’m recruiting for you. When other women want you, it makes me want you even more.”
My stomach dipped, and my head swam with dizzy lust. I licked the dryness from my lips and stared at her, my cock pulsing rock hard in my jeans. “It’s funny you mention that. I need to tell you what happened at the lab with Hazel.”
“Before you tell me, what time is Brooke getting here?” She glanced over her shoulder as if searching the bar. “I want to make sure we smooth things over.”
I frowned. “What do you mean? Did you talk to her or something?”
Sam giggled again. Leaned in and kissed me, nibbling my bottom as she pulled away. “You’re adorable. You know that?”
“You knew she would come?”
“Why do you think I dropped so many hints?” Sam asked. “She’s threatened by me and wants to fight for her man. Of course I knew she would come.”
“I’m not her man,” I said.
Sam rolled her eyes. “Please. Trap, I know love when I see it.”
“She doesn’t love me,” I said. “We’re friends.”
“She loves you and I wasn’t talking about just her anyway,” Sam said. “I mean you. The way you look at her….” She shook her head and her eyes glistened. “It’s beautiful. You really love her.”
“This feels wrong. Talking about Brooke with you, I mean. It’s unnatural and I don’t know how to handle it.”
“Baby, I came into your life like a hurricane,” Sam said. “I don’t expect you to drop everything and everyone who meant something to you. Love is all powerful. There’s enough room in your heart for me, Brooke, and whoever comes next.” She came in closer, mashing her tits against my arm. “In my bones, I know we’ll be together forever. I can feel it. Don’t ask me how, but I just do.”
“I love a woman with conviction,” I said, leaning in for another delicious cherry-infused kiss.
Sam’s tongue brushed my lips, then retreated before she pulled back and gazed at me, her blue eyes suddenly intense. “If it all feels too much, too fast, say something. I’ve bottled up my feelings for so long. It’s amazing to finally have them confirmed.” She smiled and brushed a stray lock of hair from my forehead.
“It’s fast,” I said. “But I’m more worried that you’ll wake up and come to your senses. Life is lonely aboard that little boat. Having you with me feels like a cool breeze chasing away a hot muggy day.”
“I’m not going anywhere… ever,” she said. “I want to learn everything there is to know about you and treasure hunting. We can see the world together one port at a time.”
From behind me, a pair of warm hands squeezed my shoulders and Sam’s gaze shifted to someone standing behind me.
Sam smiled brightly and sat up. “Brooke. Holy shit. You look hot.”
I gazed over my shoulder and when I laid eyes on Brooke, my stomach flip-flopped. I spun the bar stool around and faced Brooke.
Brooke hovered over me, looking like a freshly minted dime. Her smile was sweet yet confident and touched her eyes, setting them twinkling with a vitality I had never seen.
I stared at her, slack-jawed, caught completely off-guard. “Wow.”
Brooke wore a tight, long-sleeved pink cotton shirt that hugged every inch of her incredible chest. Her stiff nipples strained the cotton fabric and jiggled slightly as she moved in a clear sign she had foregone a bra. Black buttons trailed halfway down the front and she left half of those strategically unbuttoned, showcasing cleavage that belonged in a photo shoot.
Her long strawberry-blonde hair glistened and draped over her shoulders, full and vibrant. Brooke’s green eyes sparkled with an edge of adventurous flirtation as she appraised me, pursing her lips. She wore just enough makeup to be lethal and her glossy pink lipstick made her already plump lips look as ripe and juicy as a fresh watermelon in the heart of summer.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Brooke said, her eyes dancing across my face. “It’s just a little makeup and a new outfit.”
I shook my head and closed my gaping jaw. “It’s… I mean….” I let my gaze roam her incredible body, taking in every inch. She was already an incredibly beautiful woman, but this was something else. She had taken it to a whole new new level of hotness.
Sam laughed at me and turned back to Brooke. “I think our boy is a little tongue tied.”
I licked my dry lips and inhaled in a long, shallow breath, trying to steady my pounding heart. Between Maria, Brooke, and Sam, my head was in the clouds and my cock was twitching in my pants like a Mexican jumping bean. “You look amazing,” I said, and let out a sigh. “Let’s pretend for one night that you’re not engaged.”
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