Free Inhibition-X by Bobbi Romans

danced, and nibbled their way around the beach.
    She understood Khara’s excited smile from earlier. The party truly appeared a magical event.
    An Elvis strolled by, as did a vampire and a scantily clad cave woman. She made her way toward the bar and found Fred Flintstone nibbling a smoked turkey leg as he waited for his drink to be made.
    The Marquis certainly hadn’t held anything back from this party. He’d covered every fine detail. About then the back of chubby Fred’s costume blew up.
    Oh, maybe add a rule about underwear.

Chapter Fifteen
    “And here you go. One amaretto sour with an extra cherry and splash of clear soda.” The bartender handed her the drink right as someone bumped into her from behind. Half the beverage sailed down the deep plunge of her neckline. No way she’d been able to hold back the shocked squeal when the ice-cold liquid hit her boobs. None.
    “I’m so sorry,” a whiskey-laden voice stated from behind her.
    She turned around to find a hand holding napkins out in offering. The hand belonged to none other than her tattooed mystery man. Woo-hoo for shirtless pirate costumes, as not only were they sexy on the right man, but they also exposed any recognizable waist-up tattoos. His mask appeared to be leather and only covered his upper face, but still hid enough she couldn’t quite make out his features.
    “Accidents happen.” She wanted to say more but wasn’t sure how. What should she say? Hey, what’s your name, big guy with the sexy tattoo? Then he turned around again to get more napkins.
    “Cool tattoo. Mind if I ask what it says?”
    “Thanks. Means ‘follow your heart.’”
    His voice didn’t seem to fit him. Whiskey-scratchy typically she loved, but somehow with him, she gathered he tried to hide his real tone. Odd, since they didn’t know each other, and she couldn’t fathom a valid reason for him to do so.
    “Speaking of, can we talk?”
    Before she could blink or even think his request odd, Candy sidled up to him and damn near purred. How did she recognize Candy? The boobs. Straight up, the knockers thrust from the teeny bikini with the heart tattoo blaring front and center.
    “Hello, Mr. Pirate Man, where have you been hiding at?” she cooed, making sure to jiggle her jugs until Mr. Tattoo’s eyes dipped to check out her cleavage.
    On one hand, yay, because this meant P.J. had made sure the bitch got the message to back off Morgan. On the other hand, boo, because now Candy’d set her sights on the one man she herself had become interested in.
    “And what are you supposed to be?” She shouldn’t have asked but couldn’t seem to resist.
    Candy pepped up even more.
    “I’m the itsie bitsie teenie weenie bikini, like from the old song.” Candy shook her shoulders until her tits swung back and forth.
    While granted the suit fit…
    “And the mask?” Nope, the mask didn’t fit her theme at all. With all the garish-bright sequins the thing seemed more suited for Mardi Gras event than a beach costume party.
    “The colors went well with my eyes,” she stated, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.
    Her pirate started laughing. All-out, belly-busting laughing.
    Thing was, the mask came down so far you couldn’t make out her eyes, much less what color they were. And dingbat that she was, she hadn’t a clue. When Candy turned a confused gaze toward her sexy pirate, Heather joined him in the laughter. Candy’s glare couldn’t be missed once she did.
    Candy might not be the brightest bulb, but she figured out their humor was about her and stomped off. When Candy whirled around to shoot them a bird, she ran square into the volleyball net cord and went flying backward. She took down the robust man wearing only a loincloth who’d been chowing down on barbecue ribs and potato salad. He went down, his plate went flying, and when everything stopped moving, Candy lay sprawled in the sand wearing masses of red barbecue.
    Seemed Heather hadn’t been the only one