Weekend Boyfriend by Kyann Waters

Author:Kyann Waters [Waters, Kyann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary
Publisher: K.Inc
Published: 2012-10-21T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

Joel stretched out his legs, adjusted his sunglasses and took a long sip of his mojito. “I’m glad we opted for sun and sand rather than robes and hemp drinks.” He burrowed his toes into the warm, white sand. Although they’d been offered to relax in the arbor area of the spa and have a healthy smoothie, Asher had suggested booze and surf were a better way to relax. He’d been right. Maybe they’d just had a few too many intimate glances after the shower.

Joel still couldn’t believe what he’d done. But he didn’t regret it. Knowing Asher the way he did, Joel knew he’d be okay with sharing a shower. It wasn’t as if they touched. Why then did Joel feel as if he’d done so much more than touch himself?

The tattoo of his heartbeat spiked. Light, nervous energy surged through him. Yeah, it was hot, not just the steam, but the whole afternoon. The scrub felt great, but it was Asher, with his don’t-give-a-fuck attitude, said what he wanted, and did what he wanted, fuck the consequences and fuck anyone with an opinion that got to him.

While in the spa, Joel had understood the freedom of not giving a shit. But this was Mexico. Hell, since walking into his stripped apartment, he hadn’t felt like he was living his own life. Girlfriend gone. Boyfriend fantasy. Vacant house, yet his best friend was ready to move in. He took another long drink of his mojito. “I’m going to need another.” He shook the ice cubes in his empty glass.

“So our last night in Cabo, baby. What do you want to do?”

Images of Asher—naked—flitted through his mind. Oh, there were numerous things he could think of doing, but would never have the balls to initiate. A smile curled his lips.

“Whatever you’re thinking, the answer is yes.”

Heat crept up Joel’s neck.

“What are you thinking?”

“Nothing,” he said and stood, “except getting another drink.” Joel headed toward the grass-roofed cabana. Asher followed him.

Several bartenders opened beers and mixed drinks. Salsa music pumped through the speakers. “Do you want a drink?”

“You have to ask?” Asher rolled his eyes.

“I guess not.” Joel lifted his glass and held up two fingers. The bartender nodded.

Asher came up close behind him. “Just so you know,” he whispered. “You don’t have to ask for anything.” He spoke louder, losing the tone of intimacy. “It’s our last night, and I’m game for anything. What happens in Mexico stays in Mexico.”

“That’s the theme for Vegas.”

“Applies here, too.”

“So what are our options?” Joel picked up their mojitos and handed one to Asher.

“The options are endless. The club we were at last night, or we can catch a cab and go resort hoping.” Asher shrugged as they walked away from the bar. “I’m sure we can find a bit of trouble just about anywhere.”

“Oh, my god.” Joel put his hand on Asher’s arm, stopping him. “Look.”

“Fuck, they’re waving.” The girls from the club approached. “Here they come.” And they were smiling, wearing bikini tops and sarongs wrapped low around their hips.

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