The silence is killing me. He’s pissed. Livid. Oddly, he gave me the courage to let out the way I feel. In any other situation, I would’ve nodded my head and used the dreaded F word. Fine. Everything is fine. Memphis has a way about him that relaxes me, makes me feel safe, and after his coaxing, I let it out. His brutal honesty is stabbing all over my chest. I’m not sure another man could’ve owned up to what he did tonight.

But now it’s a face-off, and he’s pissed.

“Say something,” I whisper.

He shakes his head from side-to-side.

“Fine, you big crybaby, I’ll tell you all about it. He kissed me. There was nothing there. You’ve screwed my head up so damn bad that I wanted to see if it was me upset over you or if I could get it on with Roberto.”

“Raylan,” he warns. “You’re killing me here.”

“I know. I know. Just hear me out.” I reach up on the tips of my toes, running my nose along his. “I knew you’d be Dr. Loving the hell out of the Golden Girls tonight and it made me crazy as hell. I kissed him back to see if there was any possible way I could get some freak on with him.”

“Just get on with it, Raylan, before I lose my shit here.”

“It was like kissing a dead fish,” I rush out. “It was gross and gag-worthy.”

This gets his attention. That devilish eyebrow of his raises up in curiosity. “Do tell me more.”

“He kept grabbing my ass and at one point had my back pressed to his chest, going down for my panties.” I cringe at the last part, remembering it all too well. The music tonight had Roberto firing on all cylinders. I felt like a dick for turning him down, explaining to him I was down for dancing.

Memphis steps back, dropping his hands from my face, and now I’m scared. Maybe brutal honesty isn’t always the best policy. Dammit, I suck at this shit.

“Memphis,” I whisper his name.

He continues until the back of his legs hit the bed and he falls on it. His elbows are propped on the top of his thighs, his face is buried in the palms of his hands. I wait for him to say something. Anything. I mean, at this point, he could tell me to leave and I would. Fucking awkward. After everything we’ve been through, you’d think nothing could shock us at this point.

Shy girl, manwhore, grandma slut, sex toys, impromptu eat out session, busted by grandma slut, but the tipping point, a near finger bang on the dance floor. I’m certain the universe is trying really hard to teach me a lesson at this point, but I have no clue what in the hell it is. The one possible conclusion is if I didn’t have bad luck, I wouldn’t have any luck at all.

“I’ll just go.” I twist my lips to the side and reach for my phone.

I take two steps to the door and want nothing more to look back. Hell, pounce on him, but I don’t. My wrist jerks back and I spin to him. Memphis is still sitting on the bed, but looking up at me now.

“It was a shock.” He tugs me closer. “I haven't experienced this shit before. I’ve always been on the other side of it. I needed a moment.”

He doesn’t stop pulling me down until I’m on his lap straddling his thighs. My ass is dangerously hanging out there. My body relaxes into his. My arms are around his neck, our chests pressed together, and our foreheads once again connected.

“I’m sorry, Memphis.”

“Don’t ever say that again. No need.”

I bring my hands down, grab his face, and force him to look me in the eye. “You deserve so much more than you think and if I want to apologize to you, then I will.”

He nods then gets a mischievous look on his face. “Can I take this dress off you?”

I tilt my head in confusion.

“It’s not what you think. Well, fuck, it may lead to what you think. I can’t stand having this piece of material between us, knowing Wank Stain was all up in it.”

I throw my head back and laugh. This man has some serious jealousy issues. I've never had a man get like this with me. I’ve always been the boring one who they pass on, so it makes me feel all giddy and dumb in lust.

“He wasn’t all up in it. I used my dance moves to get away.”

“How many times did you eat shit?” he asks, reaching forward, grabbing my bottom lip with his teeth, and tugging on it gently.

Lady boner commences. My instinct to dry hump the shit out of him is overwhelming. The memory is fresh on my lips of the way he can kiss. I want to cry when he lets go and pulls back. The connection is making me lose track of everything that happened tonight. Shit, I don’t remember his last question. With nothing to say, I grab the hem of my dress and pull it over my head. I ignore the sharp inhale from Memphis and toss it to the side.

“You are kidding me right now, Raylan!”

I blush.

“There was one flimsy piece of fabric between you and Wank all night? Are you fucking trying to make me commit murder?”

I cross my arms, covering the majority of my boobs from his sight. “Someone had me pretty rattled earlier, and I forgot to put on a bra, barely remembered panties.”

“Fuck,” he growls.

“Can I borrow a shirt, please, since that dress was distressing you?”

He shakes his head side-to-side, staring at my folded arms like he has x-ray vision. “I don't believe in shirts.”

“Memphis, now.”

He wraps his large palms around each one of my arms, trying to get his fingertips some boob action. “You need a breast exam. It’s the responsible thing to do.”

“Oy vey. Sir Thinks With His Dick, I don’t need one. I need a shirt.”

“Please,” he begs, the action adorable. “I didn’t get to meet them earlier. One suck.”

“No, we are going to do this slow from here on out.”

Memphis wholeheartedly disagrees with this statement. I’m up in the air in his arms, spun around, and tossed back on the bed. I manage to keep my arms covering the girls, but he’s on me. His massive frame between my legs is pressing into my center. Fuck, it feels good. My game plan of taking this slow and seeing where it leads is slowly flying out the window. It’s not like I thought long and hard about the idea. It came to me once Memphis announced he quit working for Iris.

Speaking of long and hard. Jesus, he needs to stop moving into me like that.

“I don’t know how to do slow, Raylan. One taste. Okay, maybe two tastes, one for each nipple. Please.”

“You can look, but not touch.” I press my palms into his shoulders, pushing him back a hitch. “Slow. I need tomorrow to myself. I plan to explore the island and regroup. Brenna and Josi are pussy deep in their Latino lovers so that will give me time.”

“Fuck, don’t say pussy right now.” Memphis stares at my tits.

“You’re ridiculous.” I laugh at him.

“Fuck, don’t laugh either. It makes them bounce.”

“Stop!” I slap his shoulder. He looks up at me with a boyish grin on his face. I love him. No, I love the way he is. Carefree, kind, but so damn dedicated.

“Give me tomorrow, and we can start out as friends.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

He bends down; I’m too hypnotized by his whiskey colored eyes to stop him. His lips are on mine, and I melt back into the bed. The swipes of his tongue start out light then become more demanding as he fucks my mouth. It's the complete opposite of a dead fish. And if he doesn’t stop grinding his cock into me, I’ll be screaming out my next big O. Memphis pulls back breathless, licking his lips.

“You can keep telling yourself about this little game plan, but I’m not onboard with it. Consider me your opposition.”

“Give me tomorrow.”

“Until six p.m.,,” he counters.

“Fine, Sir You’re A Dick.” I push on his shoulders again. “Now, get me a shirt.”

He gets off of me this time, rifling through a dresser drawer. “Here you go, Madam Obsessed With My Cock.”

“Okay, that’s enough. We’ve gone a bit far with that joke.” I catch the t-shirt he tosses my way. Then I feel something sticky on my back. I jump up, thinking the worst.

“Memphis! Did you cum on your bed?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” he asks, confused.

I turn around, showing him my back. “Get it off now. It’s sticky.”

There’s a crinkling sound before he whirls me back around.

“If that’s a wrapper to a used condom we are done!” I come face-to-face with a Skittles wrapper and then slap my palms over my heart. I look back to the bed covered in candy wrappers.

“Slob.”

“I ate my feelings tonight. Don’t judge.”

I shake out the t-shirt and toss it over my head. Memphis groans his displeasure, biting on his knuckles. I close the distance between us and am now safe in a t-shirt, wrapping my arms around his waist. Yeah, this friends thing is complete bullshit, but I do need a day to myself tomorrow on the sand and in the sunshine.

He kisses the top of my head. “My dick just died. Can I bury it in you?”

“You are too much.” I force myself to step back. It’s then I look down at his shirt I’m wearing. “Are you kidding me?”

He grins like the devil himself. “Remember I’m the opposing team when it comes to this friends bullshit game plan of yours. I’m going to remind you about sex every chance I get.”

The red shirt has a dog on it wearing sunglasses with Doggy Style under it. It’s hilarious, but I conceal my smile, not letting him know I find humor in it.

“You know dogs call it style.” He steps up, kissing my forehead.

I push away from him before I beg for a lesson in style.

“Good Night, Memphis.”

The door doesn’t shut behind me like I expect it to. Memphis stands out in the hallway with his leg, keeping his door open. I can’t focus on him long because it zaps all of my concentration. Fumbling, it takes me way longer than it should to get my door unlocked.

I glance over to Memphis before escaping to the safety of my cabin. Big mistake. He’s ruthless in his efforts. His leg is jutted out, keeping his door open, hand cocked on a hip, and the other one down the front of his shorts. I stare a bit too long watching the movement.

“Cock tease.” I raise my eyebrows.

“You’ve got it wrong, baby. you're the cock tease.”

“You know what I mean. You’re teasing me with your…” I point in the general direction of his hand in his shorts.

“Do you raise chickens, Raylan?”

I shake my head. “No.”

“Because you’re raising my cock.”

I slap my face to mask my giggles. “You’re dumb.”

“I'm gonna win you over with all those cheesy jokes and pick-up lines. Friend zoned will be shattered.” He keeps his hand in his shorts. “Go to bed, for now.”

“Good luck with your efforts.” I force myself to step in and lock the door behind me.

It's not for my safety, but more to keep me in my damn room. The temptation to run to his room is stronger than I’d like to admit. It would’ve been so damn easy to let go with him. Taking it slow and being friends is the dumbest idea I’ve ever had, but I’m not going from dancing with Roberto, Memphis reeling from what happened to Iris, and right into bed with him. God, I want to. When it does happen, because it will, I want it to be the two of us not giving anyone the power to threaten it.

I wash my face and pull up my hair up that’s a complete mess. I need a shower like none other, but don’t have the energy and feel all too comfortable in this t-shirt. I look down at it and shake my head. Of course, he’d have a shirt about doggy style.

Underneath the cold, crisp sheets and fluffy comforter, Memphis’s unique scent envelopes me, warming my skin and making me smile. This day is one for the record books. Holy shit, I couldn’t write a story this wild. I should be exhausted from the stress of it and sick from the amount of alcohol I’ve consumed. It's probably a good thing I didn’t have anything to drink after the bar with Roberto or I’d be in bad shape.

I burrow my face down into the blankets, remembering why I was so obsessed with my phone when I crashed into Memphis. He wasn’t too far off base, claiming I was scrolling my spank bank. How damn ironic that I snapped those pics on the deck, thinking I’d not run into him again. The blue striped Speedo begged to be captured in an image forever. It’s marked as a favorite in my Flick Files. The female equivalent to a spank bank. Brenna calls her the Vag Vault and Josi’s is the Rub Reel.

The Flick File on my phone consists of four photos of one man while my slutty friends have albums and albums on theirs. They’re Tumblr whores. My eyelids grow heavy with slumber. Sleep is winning out with happy and dirty thoughts filling the gaps.

Bzzzzzzzz. I peek out of the bedding, looking around. My phone is off and tucked in my bag. Bzzzzzzzz.

“What in the hell?” I whisper, sitting up, and flipping on the lamp.

The sound lasts longer this time. I’m about to panic, thinking a bomb or spy camera is in my room when I see what’s making the noise. I erupt in laughter. No, it’s a straight out cackle. A muffled laughter seeps through my wall.

Memphis and the We-Vibe.

The cabin phone next to the sex toy begins ringing. I don’t think twice about answering it.

“Dirty boy.”

“Hey, you, I was missing you.”

I roll my eyes. “We were together ten minutes ago.”

“Ten minutes too long.”

The We-Vibe goes at it again, dancing across the nightstand.

“How are you doing that?” I ask.

“Remote control.”

I pick up the device, letting it vibrate in my hand. God, this thing is magic. “Memphis.”

“Yeah.”

“Why do you have a vibrator on this trip?” The answer is making me sick right away.

He chuckles. “It's not what you’re thinking. I have a jackass friend who snuck it in my bag with a little note about not wanting my vagina to be lonely. He took it away from his wife. Scared it would replace his dick.”

I melt back into the bed with the phone to my ear. “So, that’s a bit weird, but then what hasn’t been with us. I’m glad it was still in the shrink wrap now.”

“Yeah, poor Darby didn’t get a chance to test it out.”

“Okay, no more details on how I acquired Lenny.”

“Lenny?” he asks.

“Yes, I named him. He’s my new best friend and perfect boyfriend material.”

“Really.” There’s amusement in his voice, not jealousy. “Let’s test him out then.”

The vibration in my hand ceases.

“You down for that, Raylan?”

“Friends don’t do this.” My voice is unsteady.

“We aren’t friends.” His husky voice comes back through the line.

It’s the green light I need. “Okay.”

The We-Vibe runs down my stomach like it did before until it’s nestled on the top of my folds. I can hear rustling on his end of the phone.

“Are you joining me?” I ask him.

He hisses into the phone. “I can’t believe a damn wall is separating us when our time is limited. My cock throbs for you.”

I moan into the phone. There’s something so erotic about a man pleasuring himself. It’s my guilty pleasure when I do indulge in porn. The vibrations from the We-Vibe fire up, kicking off the most delicious, interactive phone sex in history.