Cancun: Bad Boys on the Beach: A Standalone Romance Novel (6 page)

“It’s new,” I say. “Do you like it?”

“I do,” he says with a smirk, “but it would look better if you left it on the chair with your book.”

I take another sip to hide my blushing face with the cup. I’ll be a sunburnt red pretty soon and at least he won’t be able to see me blushing anymore. I’ve never been the best tanner.

“Do you always talk to women like that?” I ask, raising my eyebrow.

“Just ones that make me hard.”

“Jesus,” I say, shaking my head. “Are you always so crude?”

“Like I said before. I see what I want and I go for it.” He stares right into my eyes as he says it.

I still don’t understand what he’s seeing. Maybe Stephanie did put him up to this.

He steps forward and I step back. “I’m here with a boyfriend.”

He glances over his shoulder at the pool bar. “You’re here with him but he’s not here with you.”

I follow his eyes and sigh. Aaron is clearly flirting with Stephanie. In front of everyone. He’s right. Aaron is here for the free vacation and for his friend Aaron’s wedding. He’s not here to be with me.

“He’s moved on. I think you should do the same.” Ethan walks in front of me and slides his hand across my bare stomach. He groans in a sexual sounding way. And I like it.

His fingertips leave my body as he sinks to his chin in the pool. My skin tingles with the desire for him to touch me again.

I down the rest of my drink in one gulp and then grimace in pain from the brain freeze.

“Come,” he says, waving me towards him. “There’s more drinks at the bar.”

He takes my empty cup and slides it in his. His hand glides through the water like a shark and takes my hand, pulling me gently towards the pool bar.

“Just one drink,” I say, trying to hide my smile.

I glance back at my chair before we go and both Cynthia and Julia are standing on the walkway staring at me with their mouths dropped open.

Shit.
I yank my hand away from his like I just touched something really hot, which I guess I did. “I’ll meet up with you there. I just want to say hi to my friends first.”

“Please hurry,” he says, gliding away from me. “We only have a week to get to know each other.”

“Great,” I say with a smirk of my own. “I’ll introduce you to my boyfriend.”

“Sure,” he says, nodding. “I’d love to know what’s going through his head. If you were mine I wouldn’t be drinking at the bar. I’d be fucking you in every position imaginable around our room.”

“Jesus, Ethan,” I say, turning around to see if Julia and Cynthia heard. From the look on their faces they did. “Do you need a cold shower or something?”

He smirks. “Don’t get me started about what I’d do to you in the shower.”

“Okay, bye.”

He winks and dives under the water, swimming the long distance to the bar and only coming up for air when he arrives at the party. He springs out of the water looking like Poseidon, the Greek God of the ocean, with his rippling shoulder muscles dripping with water. He looks back at me and I turn away before he can send me another wink.

Cynthia and Julia dump their stuff on top of mine and jump in the pool. They were standing there, both looking hot in their new bikinis, and he didn’t take his eyes off me the entire time.

“What the fuck, Tanya?” Julia asks with a Christmas morning smile on her face. “He’s totally into you!”

“No,” I say, squirming in the water. “He just likes to make me uncomfortable.”

“I saw the way he was looking at you,” Julia continues. “He wants to make you
uncomfortable
by twisting you over the side of the pool and fucking the shit out of you.”

“Jesus,” I blurt out. “What is wrong with everyone? It’s like the air in Mexico just pumps thoughts of sex into people.”

Cynthia grins as she makes her way over. “No. That hot muscular man pumps thoughts of sex into people. He looks like a movie star.”

Julia shakes her head. “No, a model.”

“A movie star that does modeling on the weekends,” Cynthia says.

“Yup,” Julia says, nodding. “That’s it.”

I’ve had enough of this conversation. I have a boyfriend and Ethan is just being inappropriate. “Will you guys stop?” I ask. “I’m here with Aaron.”

“
Pff
,” Julia spits out. “Don’t get us started on him. We’re here to have fun.”

“Come on guys. Don’t be so hard on him.”

Cynthia looks over my shoulder to the bar. “Look at him. Flirting with Stephanie in front of everyone.”

My stomach flutters as I turn and look. It’s even worth than I thought. The two of them have their arms wrapped around each other chugging beers. Stephanie spills her beer on her chest and squeals as it pours down her tits. Aaron takes the opportunity to stare at them and he even wipes the beer off her chest with his hand. See? He’s very helpful.

“Ugh.” Cynthia says what I’m thinking.

“He’s with Little Miss look-at-my-tits,” Julia says. “Why can’t you be with Superman?”

Cynthia smiles knowingly. “He’s watching you.”

I can’t resist. I glance over my shoulder and sure enough, Ethan is staring right at me. His face lights up in a smile and I turn back with my face flushing red. I glance up at the sun.
Do I have a suntan yet to hide this constant blushing?

“Hey ladies!” a drunken Megan yells, stumbling as she walks towards us through the pool. She has a blue lagoon in her hand which she keeps spilling into the pool.
What percentage of the pool water is spilled alcohol?

The bride is tipsy, bordering on drunk, and I really don’t feel like discussing this around her when she’s in this state. Or any state for that matter.

“These are my girls!” Megan yells to an old German couple walking by on the path. They hurry along.

“Can we drop the whole Superman talk?” I ask pleadingly as she gets closer.

Julia and Cynthia look at each other and each raises an eyebrow, contemplating my plea. Cynthia rubs her chin. “For now.”

“I love your bikini!” Julia says as Megan arrives.

“Right?” Megan says, spilling more of her drink into the pool. Luckily her blue lagoon is the same color as the pool water. “I’ve always wanted a white bikini but was always too shy to wear one. But it’s my wedding week so fuck it!” She throws her hands in the air, splashing her drink in her hair and screaming ‘Woo!’

She’s on the way to getting white girl wasted. Megan is really fun when she’s drunk but she always crashes hard and fast. I can’t even remember all of the times that I had to literally pick her up, bring her home, undress her and stay up all night to make sure she didn’t choke on any vomit in her sleep. It looks like tonight is going to be one of those nights, although now she has Lucas to do all that for her. Or Stephanie…

Megan chugs the rest of her drink and just lets the empty cup float away in the pool. Yeah, she’s drunk.

“Come,” Megan says, almost falling forward as she grabs Julia and Cynthia’s hands. “You’re both single. One of you should hook up with Lucas’ cousin Ethan. He’s soooooo hot.”

I feel a flash of anger spark through me at the thought of him with either of them.
You’re actually jealous. What is wrong with you?

Julia glances at me through the corner of her eye. “I think he has his eye on someone else.”

Megan is too drunk to realize what she is talking about and continues trying to be Cupid. “Or maybe both of you should hook up with him,” she says with a high-pitched squeal that she always does when she’s drunk. “From what I hear, he can handle two women.”

I want to ask her more questions about what she means by two women but instead, I just look around, pretending like I’m bored by this conversation.

Megan wraps her arm around my shoulder and leans in a little too close with her blue lagoon breath. “What do you think Tanya? Should they do him?”

I gulp. They’re both smirking at me.

“Yeah Tanya,” Cynthia says. “Should we
do
him?”

“Sure,” I say with a shrug. “What do I care?”

“Great!” Megan says, letting me go and stumbling back to the bar. “Let’s go!” She trips on the smooth bottom of the pool and her sunglasses slide off the top of her head into the water. She doesn’t even notice.

Julia wraps her arm around mine and pulls me to the bar. “Don’t worry Lois Lane,” she says giggling. “We won’t steal your Superman.”

They both giggle as they drag me to the bar. I pick up Megan’s floating cup and her forgotten sunglasses with my toes. She’s always forgetting things everywhere and I just have a habit of watching over her stuff when we’re out. I place them back on her head when we arrive at the bar and then I go order a drink.

Ethan is on the other side of the bar. He’s crouched in the water up to his eyes and he’s watching me like a crocodile. I should go over there but I turn to the safe target beside me instead: Megan’s dad.

He talks about the golf courses that he’s going to try this week, explaining every hole in detail as I stare at the mole on his forehead. I keep an eye on Aaron and Stephanie behind him as he blabs on about the speed of the greens and the size of the sand traps.

They finally break apart when Aaron heads to the bathroom to go pee. At least he’s not drunk to the point where he’s peeing in the pool.

Mrs. Carson pulls Megan’s dad away from me when she wants to go back to the room to get ready for dinner. It’s late afternoon and the sun is already beginning its slow decline behind the resort.

“Fuck,” I curse under my breath as a drunken Stephanie stumbles towards me and wraps her arm around my neck a little too hard. She yanks me into her, pressing her breast into my cheek. I strain my neck trying to pull away from her cold wet bathing suit top.

“Aaron is sooooo cool,” she says, slurring her drunken words. Her breath smells like rum strained through a dirty diaper. “How did
you
snag him?”

“I left a plate of bacon out every morning and he just kept showing up,” I say, still squirming to try and get free.

She throws her head back and laughs like it was the funniest thing she’s ever heard. It wasn’t that funny, if at all.

“I hope you’re not mad that Megan chose me as her best friend over you,” she says. “We just have a close connection that only comes along once in a lifetime.”

“Right,” I say, finally pulling away from her. “And the fact that you paid for her honeymoon has nothing to do with it?”

Her beautiful green eyes narrow into a vicious glare. I gulp. She’s fucking scary.

She takes a deep breath and smiles a smile that tells me I better brace myself.

“Aw that sucks!” she says so loud that everyone around the pool bar can hear. “I’d hate to have my
period
on vacation,” she says, stepping away from me.

Conversations stop. Eyes turn to me. I want to sink into the drain at the bottom of the pool, never to be seen again.

“Guys, don’t swim near Tanya in the ocean,” she yells. “She’ll attract sharks. Tanya is going to turn this wedding week into shark week.” She throws her hair back and laughs. “I’m only kidding.”

I glance over at Ethan and subtly shake my head no.
Why do I care if he thinks I’m on my period?
But for some reason I do.

Megan is in a drunken make-out session with Lucas and misses the whole thing. How does she always miss Stephanie when she’s at her worst?

A guy at the bar standing next to me looks in the water around my hips and steps away with his face cringing.

“I’m not on my…period,” I say quietly.

The bartender is staring at me with a serious face. “No bleeding in the pool.”

I sigh and head for the stairs. It’s almost dinner anyway and I have an irresistible urge to go hide out in my room.

Aaron comes back from the bathroom and is about to walk right by me. “I’m heading back,” I say to him. He stops and turns. “I want to get ready for dinner.”

“Okay cool,” he says and dives into the water. He swims back to the bar, never looking back once.

“Want to come with me?” I say to myself as I walk to get my stuff. “No? Okay great.”

The sun is setting, lighting the huge sky a spectacular pink and purple through the swaying palm trees but for some reason my head is lowered and I stare at the tiles the whole way back.

Chapter Four

Ethan

Day One

The cocktail lounge is full of hot bodies with the shine of new suntans. The band is playing soothing Caribbean music in the corner and the singer, a hot senorita with a flowing skirt and huge breasts popping out of her tight top, watches me as I head to the bar and order a drink.

Two girls, probably about twenty-one years old, are giggling as they sip on their fruity cocktails, glancing in my direction every few seconds. I smile and nod at them but I’m only looking for one person.

There’s just something about Tanya that I can’t put my finger on. I’m intrigued. I can’t stop thinking about her and how hot she looked in her bikini. She wasn’t skinny and looking malnourished like the other girls that I usually pick up at my bar, like the girls giggling as they talk about me at the end of this bar. She looks like a woman. A real woman. She’s voluptuous with curves that I would love to explore.

She had me so hot and bothered that even a cold shower after the pool bar couldn’t cool me down. I had to jack off when I got back to my room and the whole time I was picturing myself peeling off her bikini and getting to the good parts underneath.

She walks in with her two friends and my breath catches in my throat. She looks like an angel in her turquoise sun dress and a fresh tan on her gorgeous face. New freckles dust the tops of her cheeks that weren’t there this afternoon. They must only come out in the sun. Her long auburn hair is tied back tightly in a ponytail and her face lights up in a contagious smile as she giggles with her friends, Cindy and Julie was it?

She’s already holding a drink, a mojito from the looks of it, and when she puts the straw to her pink lips my dick pulses. She’s so hot. Her red shoulders are bare except for the thin strap of her dress. There’s no bra visible and I wonder if she’s wearing any underwear underneath. I’d love to find out. Her curvy breasts fill out the top and offer just a hint of cleavage. Just enough to make me imagine my dick sliding through them.