ass.” He waves his hand toward the resort. “There are plenty of women up there who’d be more than happy to give me whatever I want, so let’s just forget this.”
Beau reaches for his clothes, and I realize him leaving is the last thing I want. “No. Don’t go.”
I let go of my dress. The top catches on my hips so I push it down until it drops on top of my feet. Since I went braless, I’m standing before him wearing only my panties. “You didn’t even have to buy me dinner to get me naked.”
“You’re not naked yet.” He turns his back on me and goes toward the water. I’m grateful. I didn’t want to wiggle out of my panties while he pretended to not ogle.
I bolt into the water. The temperature has dropped with the night, but I drudge through so I’ll have its coverage. “This is a helluva lot colder than I expected.”
“The sand isn’t the only thing to cool after the sun goes down.”
I go out far enough to submerge my breasts. The girls pull the buoyancy card and float so I go in a little deeper.
“You have great tits. It’s a damn shame you don’t plan to observe the clothing optional choice.”
Is he kidding me? “I’d call this clothing optional. I’m pretty sure I can’t get more naked.”
Beau cackles. “You have the coverage of night and water. Not the same thing.”
“You seem to have no problem checking them out by moonlight.”
“That’s because I have excellent night vision.”
“So do predatory animals.”
“You consider me a predator?”
“I don’t know what I consider you right now.”
He goes under the water, disappearing for longer than I’m comfortable with. “Come on, dude. Not funny.”
I spin around to see if he’s hiding behind me. “Beau.”
No answer. This is so not funny.
“Beau,” I call out louder.
I see nothing. Hear nothing. My heart takes off in a sprint. “Beau,” I scream.
He bobs up directly in front of me, after what feels like an eternity, and grabs my waist. “Miss me?”
I push at his shoulders, making him stumble backward. “Asshole.”
He gains his footing and reaches for my midsection. “I’m sorry, Peach. Don’t go.”
My back is to him, but he holds my hips firmly. I imagine what it would be like if he took one step closer, maybe two, and our bodies touched.
Damn. It would feel so good to be touched again. It’s been so long.
This is crazy. Completely irresponsible. I’m showing no better judgment than the kids I teach.
“Why should I stay?”
“Because I like you. And I enjoy talking to you.”
“I think you like listening more than you like talking.”
Silence.
He doesn’t get to inquire about my personal life and spill nothing in return. “I think I should turn in for the evening. It was really nice to meet you.”
He releases his hold on me. I spin around to leave but stop when he calls out, “Her name is Erin.”
He has my attention. “And?”
“We were together for three years. Engaged for one. We were part of two separate polyamorous relationships over the last year and a half. Both went sour but the last one was the final nail in the coffin.”
Holy shit. He’s into poly relationships. I’m not sure about the ins and outs of what they do, but I know it’s the big time. It’s even too much for Meredith and Grayson. “Two women at once. I hear that’s every guy’s fantasy.”
“The sex part is a fantasy come true. Won’t lie. Being with two women was a sex fantasy realized. The relationship aspect, a total nightmare
I’m curious about this lifestyle. “How so?”
“What should have been a sexual partner in our bed quickly turned into a second woman in my life. She became a part of everything in and out of the bedroom.”
A triad relationship. I can’t begin to imagine how that works. Or maybe it doesn’t. He said it went bad.
“When I love, it’s wholeheartedly, and I demand the same in return. I have to be everything or nothing at all. I could never share. I’d