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So if I fuck someone else, you wouldn’t care?

My jaw twitched at the thought, and I narrowed my eyes on the shore. My stupid dog was so keen on getting my attention tonight that he was willing to risk it all. But testing my patience was no act of bravery, but a grave mistake.

A mistake he had better not have made yet.

45

SANTIAGO

Light on my feet after having one too many shots, I slammed my back against the bungalow’s wall, the guy I picked up at the party crashing into me.

“What is this place?” he giggled, moving his hands along my chest.

“The beach bungalow.”

“What’s that?” he asked before trying to kiss me.

Not really interested in that, I turned my head, resulting in him kissing my neck.

“We keep towels and supplies there,” I said, trying to keep my lips away from him.

“We? Who’s we?” He pulled back, drunk eyes meeting mine.

What’s up with all of these questions?

“I work here.”

“Seriously?” His face lit up. “Can you get me a discount on a room, then?”

What an idiot. But still, an idiot with a willing mouth.

“That depends.” I unzipped my jeans.

My nameless hookup looked down and up, understanding crossing his eyes before he licked his lips.

“I’m so going to get that discount,” he murmured, getting onto his knees on the sand.

He was way too fucking chatty, and also smelled too damn floral for my liking, but reminding myself of why I was here to begin with, I closed my eyes and tilted my head back while his fingers played with my fly.

“Fuck, you’re packing.”

Great, more talking.

“Are you going to suck my cock or what?” I grunted, pissed at how long it was taking him. With rejection still burning inside me, I was too fucking impatient.

At last, he nudged the waistband of my boxer briefs down, and I bit on my bottom lip, ready for this damn blowjob⁠—

“What on earth do you think you’re doing?”

I opened my eyes and looked straight ahead to see Ariyan standing a few feet away, hands on his hips. He was too far for me to see his expression in the dark, but from the sound of his voice, he was pissed.

“Getting a fucking blowjob,” I said, not caring that he’d finally decided to show up.

“Mr. Rivas, you better stop this right now.”

“Fuck off, dipshit. I’m busy.” I glanced down. “You doing it or what?”

“Eh… are you sure?” the guy with his face in my lap asked, eyes narrowed.