Flipping my hand over, I pull hers to my lips as I settle back in.
“You are not a starfish. He’s a jealous asshole who couldn’t take it when you broke up with him when you caught him cheating. It’s a reflection of him, not you.”
She blushes a little, raising a brow. “How do you know I’m not a starfish? You’ve never fucked me.”
My dick twitches as she says it. He wants to offer himself up to her service.
“I don’t need to fuck you to know that you are passionate in all avenues of sex. I’ve kissed you. I’ve felt you squirm against my body as I whispered dirty things into your ear. I’ve felt the way your body reacts when I trace my fingers along your skin. You are reactive, baby doll. I know if you allowed me five minutes with you, I could have you clawing at my hair, back arched, screaming out for mercy. So if you were a starfish with him? It’s because he couldn’t make you go out of your mind with pleasure. I’m more than willing to believe he’s a liar, though. You could never be a boring old starfish. I mean, unless it’s my definition of starfish. I sure wouldn’t mind giving your starfish a good massage.”
She swallows hard. “I’ve never done that.”
My hand tightens on hers. “I’m down for it anytime you want. I promise I’ll make you feel good.”
She clears her throat, pulling her hand from mine.
“I think this conversation went way left field all of a sudden.”
I’m about to respond when our server comes back. After giving the menu a quick glance, we both order, turning our attention back to each other.
“So what made you want to do a comedy show tonight? The rest of them are doing the deck party thing at ten.”
Her question comes before I can get us back on the topic we were having before. I know that’s not an accident.
“Would you rather go to the party?” I ask.
“Hell no. I’m not much for parties and drinking tons of booze. I don’t mind having some drinks every once in a while, but the whole get wasted thing was never me. Another reason Barrett probably never liked me. He always said he felt I was trying to be the mom of the group because I never drank as much as them and I was always trying to make sure he and his friends got home safely. At the time, I thought it was a compliment, but now I think he was making fun of me.”
“He’s an asshole. Don’t take anything he said to heart. It had nothing to do with you. Barrett has always been a bit of a douche. I don’t think he knows the meaning of monogamy. You should have seen him in high school. He always hung out with the worst people. I thought for sure he was going to end up owning a pedo van selling dope to junkies.”
“Really?” There’s amusement back in her eyes.
“Of course. I’m honestly surprised he wasn’t trying to find drugs on the island yesterday.”
She chuckles. “I remember he was complaining about the lack of dope allowed on the ship. He wanted to try to sneak some in his ass.”
I snort. “Proves my point about the butt plug earlier. He has no problem shoving shit up his ass. I bet he’s the butt plug smuggler.”
She laughs. “The what?”
“Kind of like the Hamburglar, but with butt plugs. We can call him Booty Plug Smuggler. Has a nice ring to it, right?”
She is holding her stomach now as she laughs. “When did you get so funny? I don’t remember you ever cracking a joke before this trip.”
I wink. “Maybe you bring it out in me.”
Katie rolls her eyes. “Yeah right.”
“A gentleman never tells his secrets.”
She smiles at me, but I know she doesn’t quite believe me.
I’m not sure why I feel so carefree with her, either. I just know that I like it.
6
DAY THREE: ON SHIP
All through dinner,I have been on edge.
