“How about I meet you at the Lazy Lizard for a drink at ten thirty?”
He couldn’t hide his surprise. “You know the Lizard?” It was one of his common Duvall Street haunts.
She shrugged. “I noticed it when shopping today.”
“All right then—Lazy Lizard, tomorrow night, ten thirty sharp. Don’t keep me waiting, rich girl.”
* * * * *
Payton could barely believe it. It was one thing to want to release her inner wild child and another to…actually do it. The way she’d done it. It had all been so…dirty.
Hot. Unfathomably so. As she sat in a fancy open-air restaurant with her parents and another older couple—one of her father’s local business associates and his wife—the following night, she couldn’t stop thinking about Pirate Scott. Thank God for the ceiling fans overhead or she’d be sweating just from the memories.
She could still see the way he’d looked while stripping down for her—his shoulders were broad, his chest more muscular than she might have guessed when he was wearing a shirt. And as for what he had between his legs—oh my. Okay, now she was sweating, ceiling fans or not.
“My dear, you look flushed,” Mr. Winston, her father’s associate, said just then.
“Are you all right?”
Payton nodded quickly. “Just…getting adjusted to the climate,” she claimed. Which made no sense given that they’d been sailing around the tropics for months. But she simply took a long sip of ice water and felt thankful when no one called her on it—even her parents. Although her dad did give her a funny look.
When Scott had first put his cock inside her, at the dresser, she’d been stunned by how big he felt. But even more stunned a little later when she finally saw it. He was way bigger than either of her two previous partners, and even though it had hurt at first when she’d been straddling him, putting all her weight on that huge appendage, once she’d…stretched a little, it had felt like heaven. Well, if heaven were very naughty, that is.
“Better now?” her mother asked.
Again she nodded, then resumed eating the pineapple chicken she’d ordered.
She still couldn’t believe she’d forgotten about that second condom, either. It was unthinkable. Chase and Reggie, her old boyfriends, had both begged to fuck her without one, but she’d never let them. And now she’d just fucked a stranger without one? How had that happened? Too much passion, she guessed. Too much urgency.
And…well, maybe that was another reason it had felt so good on top of him once she’d gotten accustomed to his size.
Then she shuddered. His size. He was magnificent to say the least. How did he even keep that contained in his pants?
“Darling, are you sure you’re all right?” This time it was her dad. Damn it, he’d seen her tremble.
“I guess…I felt a breeze or something. One minute I’m hot, the next I’m cold.
Weird,” she concluded.
She’d loved that Scott had felt responsible for protection—it was a far cry from Chase and Reggie, who had tried to get by without a condom with her more than once.
And the truth was…she wasn’t sure why she hadn’t let them. As she’d mentioned to Scott, she took birth control pills—it kept her periods regular—and both of her previous relationships had been long-term things, where she’d had no real fears of disease.
But somehow…well, maybe she hadn’t been dying for sex with them the same way she’d been dying for it last night. Maybe she’d actually liked the idea of keeping some tiny barrier between her and them.
And then it hit her anew. Wow! Scott was the only guy she’d had sex with who her father hadn’t picked for her, who’d been totally her choice. When she thought about it that way, maybe it was no wonder she’d managed to be so aggressive and wild with him.
Even if the memories made her begin to blush.
“Seriously, Payton, are you feeling all right?” her father said, looking concerned.
“Your face is turning red again.”
Oh boy—this was getting tricky. “I’m honestly fine,” she claimed. “In fact, I would say I feel unusually good tonight.” Because soon I’m going to meet my lover.
Wow, she actually had a lover.
And she hoped like hell that he wanted to love her some more.
* * * * *
After saying goodnight to her parents at the Crystal Sands, Payton made her way back to the yacht where she traded in her sleeveless but fairly conservative blouse for a low-cut halter top in an island floral print. She kept on the summery white wrap skirt and cork wedge heels she already wore—then made her way back to Duvall Street.
The Lazy Lizard was everything she’d hoped—a casual, laid-back island bar that seemed filled with locals and tourists alike. A Jimmy Buffett song played over loud speakers, a thatched roof covered the square bar in the center of the room, and peanut shells dusted the floor. Colorful umbrella drinks seemed to be the norm, dotting the bar and lots of tables.
Weaving through the crowd, it didn’t take long to feel admiring male eyes on her—which she liked, but it also intimidated her just a little. The truth was, she’d never been to a bar like this before. Upscale nightclubs in New York and Vegas, sure—usually with her father-approved friends. But she’d never had occasion to step into a low-key neighborhood drinking establishment.
She took a seat at the bar and checked her watch. Ten twenty-five.
“Buy you a drink?”
She looked up to find an attractive, professional-looking guy in a polo shirt and khaki pants—probably here on vacation with his friends. His grin was more polite than smarmy, although she had no doubt he was hoping for vacation sex if he got the chance. She returned a light smile. “Thanks, but I’m meeting someone.”
The guy snapped his fingers in disappointment. “My loss.”
When he departed, she took up a laminated drink menu from behind a napkin holder and perused the tropical offerings. Two bartenders worked the bar but both were busy and hadn’t yet looked her way.
“Hi there.”
She looked up, hoping for Scott, but instead found a burly but handsome linebacker type with mussed hair. Her best guess—spring break. “Hi.”
“You’re too pretty to be alone. What are you drinking?”
“I’m not really alone—he’s due anytime now.”
“Hell,” the guy said, sounding more perturbed than the first had. She got the idea he was already well on his way to being drunk, and maybe she hadn’t been the first girl to rebuff his advances tonight. “You tell him I said he’s one lucky son of a bitch.”
“I’ll do that,” she promised. “Have a nice evening.” Then she refocused on her drink menu, completely uninterested in either of the two men who’d just approached her.
But then she suddenly stopped, blinked, wondering why. After all, they were both fairly hot—and just yesterday they would have fit the bill of what she was looking for to slake her naughty needs.
But now that she’d been with Scott, well—she wanted to see him again. Only him at the moment, it turned out. Totally casual sex had been fun and wild and sexy, but she liked even better the idea of being with someone she’d already been with, someone whose sexual skills she already knew she liked very well.
“Hey there, rich girl, you didn’t stand me up.”
She sat up straighter and gave him a smile, forgetting every thought in her head at his arrival. Sliding onto the stool next to her, he looked just as good as she remembered.
Tonight he wore a distressed blue T-shirt advertising the Party Barge and khaki cargo shorts.
“You thought I would?” she asked.
He shrugged, grinned. “You never know.” Then he pointed toward one of the drinks on the menu still in her hand. “I recommend the Sunset Blast.”
So when finally a female bartender—a blonde named Shay, who Scott seemed to know—came to take their order, they both asked for a Sunset Blast, a concoction made with two types of rum, some grenadine, s
ome schnapps, and a couple of fruit juices.
She couldn’t help asking, “Seriously, why did you think I wouldn’t come?”
Another shrug from her new lover. “Thought maybe you’d had all the fun with me you intended to have. Rich girls get bored easily.”
“And you’re an authority on this?”
He tilted his head. “You meet a lot of different types of girls here.”
“Well, maybe I’m not like all the other rich girls.”
He met her gaze. “You’re a hell of a lot more fun than most of them, I can tell you that.”
“I’m glad you think so,” she said, but there it was again—a telltale warmth climbed her cheeks. Somehow, here, on his turf, it wasn’t as easy to be the wild child she’d been last night. Maybe it had been easier when it had been only a one-night thing—something she’d not thought of until just now.
“Whoa,” he said, “are you blushing?”
Oh hell. “Shocking but true.” She rolled her eyes at herself. “Could be there’s more to me than you saw last night, pirate boy.”
He cast a grin, clearly intrigued. “Tell me more, rich girl.”
Just then, their drinks arrived, so she shored herself by taking a big sip—both delicious and instantly intoxicating, which she needed at the moment. “Okay, here it is.
I’m twenty-six years old and I’ve never done…anything real.”
Next to her, he lowered his chin. “Define real.”
She shook her head, trying to think of how to explain. “I’ve been under my father’s thumb my whole life, going to private schools, letting him pick my friends—and boyfriends—and…I’ve never even been to a bar like this. With peanut shells on the floor. Which I love, by the way. It’s so…casual.”
His smile was sincere but teasing. “And here I thought you liked your satin sheets so much.”
“Well,” she said, “you have to admit they are luxurious. And yes, I like nice things—a lot. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to experience normal life.”
He raised his eyebrows. “So last night was normal for you?”
Another vision flashed in her mind—his head between her legs on the deck while she talked dirty to him. “No,” she said. “Last night was wild for me. Last night was…”
Could she admit this? Should she? “The first time I had sex with a guy my father hadn’t chosen for me to date.”
“Shit,” he murmured. “Seriously?”
She pursed her lips and felt another blush coming on. “Does that make me less fun?”
“Uh, no. Nothing could make you less fun. Last night was…amazing.”
This time, she went warm in her panties. “For me too. But I can’t help being…a little embarrassed now. I’d spent days, weeks…kind of, um, feeling desperate.”
“Desperate?”
“For sex. So by the time I got some, I kind of…didn’t hold back. At all.
I…completely let loose.”
A slow smile stole over his handsome, unshaven face. “You definitely did. And I’m hard again right now just remembering.”
She bit her lower lip, her pussy beginning to tingle. “So…you liked it all? The letting loose?”
Beneath the bar, he slid his hand onto her thigh and said, “No, I didn’t like it. I loved it, honey. Did you not hear me say it was amazing a minute ago?”
She shook her head, feeling uncertain, adrift, caught between her softer self and the woman she’d become last night. “I’m just not used to…showing anyone…how dirty I can be.”
“Then I’m honored.” He sipped on his drink, then cast her a sideways glance. “I had a feeling I was getting a taste of a good girl gone bad. But, uh, how did I get so lucky?”
She blinked, trying to think through it. “Well, I suppose I just couldn’t take it anymore. I know most people would see me on that yacht and think I had a dream life.
But you’re right—rich girls do get bored. At least when they don’t really do anything but island hop with their parents. I guess I’ve just reached a point in my life where…I need more.”
“You need sex,” he expounded for her.
“Definitely,” she agreed, her voice dropping a little as the hum in her cunt increased. “Other things too. But right now, I’m mainly focusing on the sex.
Because…even from the moment I saw you on that other boat yesterday morning, I just…wanted you. And I had to show you. I couldn’t help it—I just did it.”
Their eyes were locked now and she felt a familiar lust coursing through her veins.
Last night’s wild orgasms had helped assuage it, but it was returning full force now that she was with him again. He leaned close to say, “That was about the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I had to go belowdecks and jack myself off.”
She gasped slightly at the image it put in her head, at the knowledge she’d made him do that. “Really?”
“Hell yeah, really.”
All around them, the bar hummed with life—music, talk, and laughter blending together to create a static noise that almost made her feel as if they were alone, even in the midst of a crowd. But they weren’t alone. Not yet anyway. She felt compelled to break the sexual tension—just a little. “So now you know my story. Tell me about you.”
He grinned slightly, through his lust, and backed away—though he kept his hand firmly on her thigh. “Long story short,” he said, “I came here to party, and for a while, I did just as much as it took to get by. But then my roommate Chris got married, and ever since then…well, I guess you and I have something in common, rich girl, because ever since then I’ve found myself wanting something more too.”
“Not sex, though,” she said, since clearly he’d had plenty of that. Now that she thought about it, it was probably scary how much sex he’d had.
He tilted his head as if she’d just said something crazy. “Honey, I always want sex. I just…don’t have to work very hard to get it in a place like this. What I have to work hard to get is…something of my own. I want to buy a deep-sea fishing boat, get my own little piece of the tourist trade.” Suddenly, he looked a bit sheepish—an expression she couldn’t have imagined on his face until now. “It would be nothing like what your father has, but at least it would be mine. And maybe I could make it grow. So…that’s where I’m at. I’m working my ass off to save money for a down payment so I can start my own business.”
“Wow, that’s cool,” she told him.
“It is?” He appeared genuinely surprised.
“Yeah,” she assured him. “To have an actual ambition, something you want to do with your life…” She stopped, sighed. The drink was getting to her. “That’s what I want. Besides hot sex,” she added teasingly.
He grinned. “Well, the hot sex I can supply. Gladly.” He squeezed her leg and the sensation shot up her inner thigh. “The rest I’m still working on.”
“I admire you for knowing what you want and working toward it,” she added. And that’s when it hit her. The way he was working toward it was by laboring on the boats her father now owned. “God, you really are putting your ass on the line to be fooling around with me, aren’t you?”
“Something like that,” he said with yet another shrug. “Boating is what I know. I work on Chris’ catamaran too—but if I lost my jobs on your father’s boats, it wouldn’t be easy to replace them. From what I heard today, sounds like he’s bought up everything in the marina other than individually owned tour boats like Chris’.”
Payton sucked in her breath. What if he lost his job due to her? She’d feel like shit.
And yet…she didn’t think she could resist more sex with him, especially since she was already wet for him right now. “So,” she said slowly, “should I be flattered or are you just a danger-seeking guy?”
He lowered his gaze slightly, then lifted it back to hers. “You should be very flattered.”
* * * * *
An hour and two Sunset Blasts apiece later, Scott suggested they leave the b
ar, which had grown louder and more crowded. Of course, he had sex on his mind. How could he not? Especially now. She’d been tempting enough last night—but now, with this new side of her he’d seen, and everything she’d confided in him, she was somehow even more appealing.
Because yeah, it was exciting to fuck the boss’s dirty daughter. But it was even more exciting—in a much deeper way—to fuck a girl who so much needed to be fucked, needed to let her nasty side out. Dorky as it may have sounded, he hadn’t been lying when he’d told her he was honored she would pick him to do it with. And to know he was the first guy she’d been with just because she wanted to—damn, he’d been fighting a monster hard-on ever since.
The rich girl had a sweet side—much sweeter than he could have possibly imagined last night—and he kind of liked it.
When they got outside, Duvall Street was hopping—it was Saturday night in Key West. Tourists and islanders alike—of all ages—were hitting the bars and strolling the thoroughfare, and traffic was thick with everything from souped-up Mustangs to motor scooters. The warm breeze that hit his face as he took her hand to head north reminded him of why he’d picked this particular party destination to move to—it was as close as a person could get to the Caribbean in the United States and he had a passion for tropical climes.
They were both a little drunk, he knew—but maybe the good girl gone bad didn’t handle her liquor as well as him, so he made sure to keep hold of her hand as they strolled. She looked filled with wonder as she spied the nightlife—peeking into each bar they passed, as well as one strip club. He almost offered to take her inside but stopped—he wanted to help her release her inhibitions as much as possible, but corrupting her in public would be a bad idea given that word could easily get back to Daddy Dearest.
So instead he led her up Duvall until taking a right turn down the much quieter, palm-lined street where he lived in half of a small two-family home. “Here we are,” he said.
“Here where?” she asked, bumping up against him when they stopped—he felt the jiggle of her sumptuous breasts on his arm and wanted them, bad. She wore a slinky little halter top with deep cleavage tonight and he’d been aching for another taste of her sweet nipples.
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