dibs
married.”
    He stepped up behind me, his body pressed next to mine and his arms stretched out on each side of me, capturing me between him and the railing. Unconsciously, I rested my head back against his solid chest. It rose and fell with his breath.
    “I’m not interested in your friends,” he whispered into my ear, sending a wall of goose bumps like a tsunami over my skin.
    “Mac…”
    “Mmm?”
    “Hold old are you?”
    He pulled back. I knew this because the warmth of his body…of his face near my ear… was no longer there.
    “Does it matter, Sam?”
    Good question. Did it matter? Not really. I wanted him. All of him. The attraction was undeniable. I’m sure he knew as well as I that this would end when the cruise did.
    “Are you at least 30?” I allowed hope to seep into my words.
    “I’ll make a deal with you.” He leaned back in nuzzling into my hair causing my body to respond. “Spend tomorrow in Bermuda with me and I’ll tell you.”
    The fear inside me grew with the thought of actually going on a ‘date.’ My last four had left a lot to be desired. Having sex with him was one thing, but spending the day with him? I’d only gone out with four guys since Bryan. Four. One—the nail biter…who spent more time gnawing on his fingers than dinner. Two-Limp Jay. Three—Hip Hop Emino. Four—Sneezy!
    Now, I had Thor, the Asgardian god of thunder, who I’m sure didn’t rap nor had I seen him bite his nails—And God knows this man probably had no problem with an erection—he wanted to spend the day with me, the doctor of vaginas, in paradise.
    I turned to face him, but he didn’t move his arms. “I’m warning you right now…if you are under 33…I’m tying something heavy to your feet and tossing your sexy ass overboard.”
    Even in the dark I could see his brows shoot up. “You think I’m sexy?”
    I shoved him backward, but he didn’t move much. “No. I don’t find you the least bit attractive.”
    “You just said sexy ass, Sam.”
    “I think your body is even uglier.”
    His massive shoulders pulled into a shrug as he shook with laughter. “I just wanna hear you say it.”
    “Say what? That you’re sexy. Ask any girl around here, she’ll tell you.”
    “I don’t wanna hear any girl say it. I want you …to say it.”
    The way his over-sized hands slid around my waist and lured me toward him made me want to feel his hands on other parts of my body too. His tongue peeked out between his lips then back in. A kiss was coming, I could feel it.
    When his lips were an inch from mine, he whispered, “Say it.”
    “Thor… is sexy,” I whispered back as a smile tugged at my lips.
    “God damn woman, you’re killin’ me,” he chuckled just as his lips covered mine.

Chapter 4~ Mac
     
     
    “I don’t care, Larissa. I’m not going.” My voice held no emotion.
    “Mac!” she snapped. Her tits bounced around like two softballs as she shot around to stop me. “The entire wedding party is going!” Her shrill voice forced me to wince.
    “Not the entire wedding party because I’m not. Neither is Blake.”
    She stomped her foot like a six year old. “Seriously. You’re going to pick this woman over Kyle and Lily? Kyle worked for you.”
    After taking a quick glance at my watch, I realized I was supposed to meet Sam in ten minutes. I’d never make it. “I’ve talked to Kyle and he’s fine with it. The only person who isn’t…is you. We aren’t here to be together and you know it. I’m not doing this right now.”
    My long strides put distance between us quickly, and I hit Blake’s door as I passed it. I wasn’t waiting.
    When I spotted Sam standing with the girls, I noticed a group of guys pointing at them. Why wouldn’t they, all three of them…beautiful… yet very different in their own right.
    When Sam saw me she casually waved, eliciting a cock twitch beneath my shorts. Her red hair lifted off her shoulders when the wind blew. Her neck was beautiful and elegant,

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