He’d promised Helio his time, but Helio didn’t seem interested in much other than watching Benny closely and saying mysterious things. Which was fine and all, but it wouldhave been cool if he’d wanted to do that and also stick a hand in Benny’s shorts.
Benny had changed his mind about chatting before sex. Helio was super hot, and he smelled really good—like some sort of flower Benny couldn’t name—and he was just…alluring, that was the word. Like he had some pull to him, something extra that made Benny wanna lean in close and sniff at him.
That was weird, right?
Plus, Benny had worked hard for this butt.Someoneshould get their hands on it while he was here.
But Helio just smiled. “Go right ahead, Benny Carter. Come back if you want another cocktail.”
So Benny did. He danced his heart out, grinding against other burly, sweaty men. And when he got thirsty, he could always find Helio at the bar, and he’d wave a hand and get the bartender to appear in seconds.
Benny was being smart though. He didn’t always get a cocktail. Sometimes he requested a cup of water. And every time, Helio asked for a measure of his time, and then didn’t seem all that interested in actually claiming it. They chatted only a little bit in between Benny’s bouts on the dance floor. Helio mentioned something about his own secluded island, joked about whisking Benny away to it.
He had to be rich as hell if that was true, assuming he wasn’t just pulling Benny’s leg.
In all, it was a weird night but a fun one. They had some decent dance nights at the gay club in Benny’s hometown, and enough tourists in the summer that Benny could usually find someone to go home with when he wanted to touch and be touched. But it wasn’t like this. He couldn’t stay out until four a.m. with hordes of beautiful men he’d never met before.
With one beautiful man in particular paying him special attention.
So yeah. Best vacation ever.
2
Benny
It turned out whatwasn’tso fun was the vacation hangover.
Holy. Shit.
Thiswas why Benny kept it to no more than two drinks per night at home. It was hard to work out when his head was pounding and his skin felt too tight for his body. It was hard to even open his eyes, actually.
Benny moaned his displeasure, curling up under the hotel sheets and hiding himself from the morning light. His super soft hotel sheets.
Like, crazy soft.
Had they upgraded his bedding while he was out?
Benny tested out a stretch.Mm.That was amazing. The silky fabric was extra nice on his dick too.
But they definitely weren’t the sheets he’d had the night before. He’d have remembered luxury like that.
Benny lowered the covers, tucking them under his chin so he could peer around cautiously. It was so, so bright. Most likelybecause he was facing a set of glass double doors opening onto a white sandy beach with the ocean just beyond.
Except Benny didn’t have an oceanfront room. He didn’t even have an ocean-viewroom. He hadn’t been able to afford one.
For a minute, all he could do was stare at the aquamarine waves. This wasn’t his hotel; that much was clear. So who had he gone home with?
He shifted in bed, testing his muscles. He was naked—no surprise, he always slept naked—but he didn’t feel, like,used.
Which was good. Benny had been all for someone touching his butt, but actually sleeping with someone would have been kind of uncool, given how much he’d had to drink.
And he must have been pretty damn drunk if he couldn’t even remember where he was.
So nursing his killer hangover would have to wait. Benny needed to figure out what was up first.
He got out of bed slowly, snagging his shorts off the floor and tugging them on before stepping out onto the beach.
The sand was warm and soft as hell, the sun on his skin was the perfect temperature, and everything seemed to sparkle. The water, the sand, even the few palm trees scattered along the beach.
