EIGHTEEN
Nikki
Dalt is true to his word. After fucking on all three beds several times, the cushioned benches, the galley countertop and in the shower—twice, I was sure the possibility of walking for the next week was questionable. As usual, Dalt was a sex god when it came to stamina. Walking is overrated, anyway.
As I step out of the shower I hear the muffled sound of Kelly Clarkson’s voice singing “Never Again.” It’s my cell phone ringing inside my backpack.
Hmm, going to have to change my ringtone.
I wrap a towel around me and run to get my phone as Dalt steps out of the shower behind me.
Tracey’s suntanned face lights up my screen. “Hey girl. What’s up?” she beams when I accept her FaceTime request.
“Hey! How’s Malibu?”
“It’s beautiful. We’re missing you, though. Wish you could…Oh, did I catch you at a bad time? Looks like you just got out of the shower.”
“I did, but it’s fine. You a hot little surfer girl yet?” Dak was so excited about giving Tracey actual surfing lessons, I’m sure he wasted no time getting her out in the waves.
“Not yet, but I’m trying. Dak says I…Wait. Are you rocking back and forth or is it my camera. Where are you, Nik?”
“It’s not your camera.” I laugh at the way Tracey’s head is tipping from side to side in sync with the swaying of the boat. “I’m on a boat. It’s—”
“Hey, skater girl.” Dalt walks up behind me. “Where’s your not so better half?” Since he’s drying his stark-naked body with his towel, rather than having it wrapped around his waist, I’m hoping my phone is angled in a way which isn’t giving Tracey full view of his glorious package.
“He’s…oh my freaking word. Dalt? Are you…did you two just shower together on a…on a boat? Oh my God! Dak! Alex! Get in here!” she yells behind her. “Nikki and Dalt are naked on a boat. Together. I’m so happy!” she screeches and starts jumping up and down. By the way her phone’s camera is bouncing and the screen is changing from blurry tan to blurry white, I think she’s clapping.
“Tracey!” I yell into my screen. “Jesus, Dalt. Could you at least put the towel around your…your…” I wave a hand up and down in front of his body, because seeing all his magnificent nakedness has my brain cells completely muddled.
“Sure. Wouldn’t want to ruin Tracey’s perception of Dak. You know, if she sees what a real man has goin’ on.” He chuckles.
“‘Sup up, asshat?” Dak’s big grin fills the screen. He apparently has taken over possession of Trace’s phone. “You flashing my girlfriend? Wait. I’ll turn on the camera’s magnifying lens.”
“Oh, is that how she finds yours?” Dalt laughs.
“Give me that.” Trace yanks the phone out of Dak’s hand. “You two can compare the size of your love snakes when there aren’t more pressing matters to discuss.”
Love snake? She never would use the words cock or dick when we discussed the guys’ assets. Not a bad one, though. I’m gonna’ suck the venom from your love snake. Eh. Kinda gross.
“I can’t think of anything more pressing than this, Bambi.” Bambi is Dak’s smoopy nickname for Tracey. I can only see his shoulders behind her but by the startled grin and huge sigh coming from her, I can only guess his love snake may be on the move and pressing into her back.
“Wait. What did I miss?” I recognize Alex’s voice, even though I can’t see him.
“Nikki and Dalt are naked and wet on a boat together!” Tracey squeals.
Jesus. There are seriously no lines left to cross in friendships when it comes to social media.
“Yeah. You missed the flashing of Dalt’s insignificant package,” Dak’s taunting voice comes through the speaker.
“You’re such an asshole!” Dalt yells back.
“Maybe I should call you back later after—” I try to offer the suggestion.
“What? Are you shitting me? Give me that phone.” Alex’s tanned bronze face comes into view. “Hey, queen! I miss your sweet ass. Where’s Dalt?” He cranes his neck from side to side, like he’s trying to see behind me.
“Nice to see you too.” I shake my head. I guess a naked Dalt is more exciting than my face or sweet ass. Can’t blame Alex, though. A naked Dalt is pretty thrilling.
“Right here, dude.” Dalt rests his chin on my shoulder and wiggles his fingers. “How you doing, Alex?”
“Fan-fucking-tastic! How’s it hanging, Adonis?”
“Long and thick, my man. Long and thick.”
Alex lets out a sigh. “Then I guess you’re taking good care of our girl.”
“Okay. Nope.” I shove Dalt’s head off my shoulder and bring the screen right up to my face. It’s close enough I’m sure Alex is getting a Blair Witch-style view of my nasal hairs. “I’ll call you guys back later, when everyone has grown up, like in ten or fifteen years.”
“No. Wait.” Tracey grabs the phone from Alex. “I’m so happy for you guys, Nik. Call me back when you’re finished…um…making up. I want to hear all about it.”
“Yeah, call me later, Dalt.” Dak snickers from somewhere behind Tracey. “I want to hear all about it. What did she say? Does she really really like you? Did you give her your pin?” he teases.
“Shut up, Dak. Call me later, Nik, when the male children aren’t around.” Tracey rolls her eyes.
“Okay. Kiss the misbehaved children for me. Love you.”
“I will.” She laughs. “Love you too. I’m beyond happy for you,” she twitters in excitement before the screen goes black.
“Seriously? I wanted to break the news gently to our friends. Was it necessary to parade yourself in front of them?” I try to sound annoyed, but Dalt is still standing a few inches away from me in all his gorgeous nakedness and I can feel my body flushing from head to toe at the sight.
“Sorry, babe.” He drapes his arms over my shoulders and tickles my nose with his.
“But now that you’re back in my life I’m seriously considering never wearing clothes. I want to be ready to get inside you every chance I get.”
“Could be hazardous when you’re playing hockey.”
“Mmm, could be. But I’m willing to risk it.” He tugs my towel off and drops it to the floor.
“Nooo. Dalt, we have to get back to the house,” I half-heartedly protest and give an almost imperceptible push to his shoulder.
“Okay. Let’s get going then.” He brushes his lips across the top of my shoulder and slowly trails down to my collarbone. He could be right about the permanent state of nakedness. Since this morning, we haven’t been clothed for more than an hour. And even after the multiple orgasms he’s had today, Gigantor is raging again. There is no way this man is human.
“Oh God,” I sigh as he makes his way to one of my nipples and circles it with his tongue. “Apparently Gigantor is ready to go again.”
“What?” My nipple slips out of his mouth with a pop. “What did you just say?”
Oh shit, did I say that out loud?
“Did you just call my dick Gigantaur?”
I guess I did.
“Um…no. Well…yes. What? It is unusually large.”
“So you named him after a video game monster who shoots needles or some shit like that?” His Gigantor begins to deflate.
“No, silly”
“You think I’m the silly one?”
“You’re ridiculous. Gigantor is a huge rocket powered robot made of iron, who has a pointy nose and is super strong.”
“You mean there’s another Gigantaur besides the one in Final Fantasy?”
“Ugh, yes. I hate that computerized crap. I’m talking about the one in the classic animated series. He fights villains and saves the world in the name of peace.”
“Hmm. I’ll have to check it out. You had me and my love snake a little worried there for a minute, making him think he was an evil villain,” he laughs and brushes a kiss across my lips.
“Poor baby.” I reach down between us and stroke my hand up and down his resurrecting shaft.
He whistles through clenched teeth. “If you keep that up he may be too worn out to ever fight crime again.”
“Aww, let me help him out then.” I drop to my knees and stroke, lick, suck and swallow, all in the name of world peace.