Tricia Owens A Pirate's Life For Me Book 1

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shot onto the dance floor from big pipes held up by the employees. Lucas gasped and laughed as
the cool bubbles poured over him and Jacob, drenching them in slick, banana-scented oil.
"Here are the bubbles," he heard Jacob say, "and that's my cue."
The world spun as Lucas was turned around. Dizzy, he faced Jacob, who was covered in
bubbles and had a soapy cone of them sitting precariously on his head. Lucas found the sight
hilarious. As he laughed at the other man Jacob smiled and pulled him forward.
Jacob's kiss caught him with his mouth open. Startled, Lucas had no defense ready when
a tongue slid into his mouth. Hands caught him behind the head, holding him in place as the
other man gently dominated him through his mouth. Lucas had never been kissed this way. This
was how he usually kissed women. He pressed his hands to Jacob's chest. He held his tongue
back at first, shy of making contact. But Jacob's tongue found it and caressed it, teased it out to
play. The sensation went straight to Lucas' groin. With an involuntarily moan he fell head-first
into the kiss.
The crowd around him whooped and hollered, starting up a bubble fight, but Lucas heard
none of it as he exchanged one reality for another.
CHAPTER SEVEN
There had been plenty of mornings when Lucas had woken up on the floor with half his
clothes missing and a hangover severe enough to make a grown man cry, but never had he
woken up to one with the crystal clear certainty that he'd done something which would haunt him
for the rest of his life.
With his eyes closed he tried to determine where he was, hoping he might be able to
make a quick escape without anyone noticing him. He was lying on the floor. Unlike the many
times when he'd ended up on the hard wooden floor of a ship on Lake Michigan, this time he was
on carpet. Cautiously, he moved his hips.
He still wore shorts. That was good, although he wasn't out of the clear yet. The next
thing he did -- which made him cringe inside at what it suggested -- was to clench his buttocks.
No pain.
Very good.
He opened his eyes.
He was lying on his face on beige carpeting. A towel was near his cheek, rumpled as if it
used to be stretched beneath his face but had been pushed aside during the night. He raised his
eyes a little ways and saw the post of a bed. With a low groan, he rolled cautiously onto his back.
Seeing a red kite pinned to the ceiling above him brought a shuddery sigh of relief to his
lips. Instantly he felt safe. Nothing would happen to him now.
"How ya feeling, bro?" asked a soft voice slightly to the right and above him. "Hehe, I bet
it's not too good right now." Kip was leaning over the edge of his bed, grinning down at him.
Lucas managed a weak smile and let his eyes fall shut again. "I feel as good as you
think," he croaked. "Don't ever let me drink again." He paused a beat. "Or take me to that place."
The silence that followed should have felt good with his pounding head, but Lucas knew
what hung in the air, waiting to be said.
"I saw tongue, bro."
Lucas groaned and flung an arm over his eyes. "Don't."
The other man laughed. "I can't help it. I saw tongue! His tongue and your tongue --
wrestling like UFC fighters. It was so hot!"
"Just forget you ever saw that," Lucas mumbled, wondering why he didn't feel like he
was going to puke. "Did I puke last night?"
"Yeah, but you did it outside the club so it's cool. I held your hair back for you." Kip
snickered.
"Fuck off." Lucas tried not to think of anything, especially last night. But something was
bothering him. He scrunched up his nose. "Why do I smell like bananas?"
"It was Foam Night, bro."
"Oh, god, the foam. The gift!" Lucas rolled back onto his stomach and buried his face in
his crossed arms. "What was I thinking?"
"I think the little head was doing the thinking for you and he was having a hell of a time,
bro."
"Kip, why did you let me do those things?"
"You said you wanted to try being gay, remember? I think you made a pretty good start
of it. You fooled me."
Every amused comment from Kip increased Lucas' urge to bury the other man in the
beach, head down.
"You shouldn't have let me get so drunk. You shouldn't have left me, Kip. You were
supposed to be my wing man and you bailed on me."
"Come on, bro," Kip snorted. "You weren't going to learn anything if I stood next to you
holding your hand all night. You needed to take the leap on your own. You did. Right down
another guy's throat."
Feeling his face burn, Lucas kept it safely tucked against his arms. "You're never going to
let me live this down, are you?"
Kip paused before answering. "There's nothing wrong with a man kissing another man."
Lucas fell silent, realizing how he'd sounded. He raised his head. Kip didn't look mad
where he leaned over the side of his bed but Lucas still felt bad.
"I'm sorry," he said. "This is all -- it's something my old friends would have made fun of
me for, so I'm being defensive, thinking you'd do the same." He pushed up onto his elbows and
sighed. "What happened last night with Jacob wasn't the worst thing that's ever happened to me. I
guess it wasn't awful at all. It's just -- I'm not used to thinking of myself doing that sort of thing.
That isn't the me I know."
"Maybe you don't know yourself as well as you thought."
Lucas' laugh was skeptical. "I really doubt that. I know I like girls. I love them. I've dated
them all my life. I thought Lisa and I were going to get married. A guy doesn't just flip-flop like
that. The things I did last night -- it was all because of the booze. It had to be."
"Can't blame everything on booze, bro."
"I'm not gay," Lucas insisted again.
Kip looked at doubtfully. "But you said you wanted to try."
"I know, but--"
"You liked it. I hate to break it to you but you did. You and Jacob were hitting it off and
sure, the booze broke down your inhibitions, but something had to already be in you, Lucas, for
it to go as far as it did."
"That's crazy," Lucas protested.
Kip's expression sobered. "You wanted to do more with Jacob but I wouldn't let you."
Lucas' stomach lurched. "Bullshit." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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