Sexy Sailors by Neil Plakcy

Author:Neil Plakcy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cleis Press
Published: 2012-11-06T05:00:00+00:00

CROATIAN SAIL

Jay Starre

Grant met Andrej in Dubrovnik. Climbing a stepped lane that served as a street in the upper part of that Croatian city, he first spotted him among the profusion of potted plants that hugged the centuries-old buildings on either side of the stairs.

He looked like he was a college student, with shoulder-length straight blond hair and a small blond goatee. His casual shorts, light shirt and sandals were a little on the expensive side, though, and on closer inspection he also looked a little older than Grant first guessed—maybe closer to his own age of twenty-seven.

Hazel eyes under blond brows looked directly at him as the stranger offered a crooked smile, one corner of his upper lip curling. He was cute and sexy.

And he was interested. “Bonjour,” he said brightly.

“Uh, hello. Do you speak English? I’m American and sadly not too good with languages,” Grant immediately confessed.

“Ah, very good. I do speak English quite okay. I am Andrej and I am Croatian.”

“Wow! A local. Maybe you could show me around. You’re definitely hotter than the usual tour guides…” He offered his brightest smile and left it at that. If Andrej was put off by the come-on, it was too bad. At least he’d played his cards.

The Croatian laughed easily and reached out to place a hand on Grant’s shoulder. That hand settled over the area where his tank top left bare flesh exposed. Flesh on flesh. Andrej squeezed lightly and looked directly into his golden eyes. “I will be glad to do so. How would you like to go for a sail? I have my boat in the harbor and my day is free. So is my night. Okay, Mr. Cute American?”

Dazzled by the gorgeous hazel eyes gazing into his own and the gentle hand warming his shoulder, Grant felt a hard-on rising in his shorts. He was ready to agree to just about anything. But sailing?

“Uh, awesome. But I’ve never sailed before.”

“Do not worry. I am a good sailor. Come, I will show you my boat and you will decide.”

Grant shouldn’t have worried about being too bold. This dude was that in spades, and spontaneous too it seemed. Exactly what he was looking for. A high school biology teacher in Des Moines, he’d grown disillusioned with his staid lifestyle. He seemed to have everything under control in his life, yes, but that was the problem. Too much control, not enough chaos. “Wow. Sure. I’m all yours, Andrej.”

That hand remained on his shoulder as the fair-haired Croatian turned him around and they descended the greenery-lined lane amidst the few other tourists who dared the morning climb—and locals who thought it ordinary.

“Here, Mr. Cute American. This is a pleasant view, yes?”

Andrej steered Grant off the lane onto a little side patio that jutted out above the roofs of the city below.

“Amazing! I’m Grant, by the way. Sorry I didn’t say so earlier.”

“It is okay. There, that house with the palm tree just to the right. That is my family’s home.

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