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together.
After a couple of comments, and someone clearing their voice, he
pulled away.
    “I hope you don’t expect me to do anything
like that with you while we’re here.”
    Because she was looking past him toward the
others, Bishop turned his head to see what she was talking about.
Herc had picked up his girlfriend and was tickling her belly with
his tongue. Razor was nuzzling his face in the overlarge breasts of
his date, and twitching enough to tell him what her movements
beneath the surface of the water meant. That was me not long
ago.
    Angel opened her mouth when he offered her
the rest of the shrimp. “You mean you don’t want me nuzzling your
breasts?” He asked in a low tone, for her ears only. “You don’t
want my tongue on you?” He found the flare of awareness in her eyes
mesmerizing. “I’d like nothing more right now than to be kissing
every square inch of your naked body.”
    “You don’t play fair,” Angel complained in
barely a whisper.
    “That’s all part of the fun, honey.” He
winked at her.
    “Oh? I don’t know if I like this kind of
fun, honey ,” she said. “The thought of you kissing me all
over just made me soak my panties. If you’re a good boy maybe I’ll
let you have a taste when we get home. ” She turned and walked
away.
    The little witch! Bishop took a sip
of his beer, a smile hovering over his face as Angel had managed to
turn the tables on him without half-trying. He should remember she
wasn’t just a pretty piece of ass. She had a brain, unlike the
bimbos his friends had brought with them. The sound of a woman
screaming drew his attention to the pool. Busty had removed her top
and was playing the frightened virgin scene. Herc was all over her,
and Wizard was filming the whole damn thing. He shook his head.
    “Steaks are ready!” John plopped the platter
down in the middle of the table.
    Bishop swung around and reached for a piece
of celery in the salad bowl. In no time everyone was making their
way to the table. He hoped Angel hurried up and sat down next to
him, because he didn’t like the way Busty was suddenly eyeing him.
She had the look of a hungry shark.
    “Well, hello. Another handsome Navy SEAL.”
She slithered next to him to make room for Herc on the other side
of her. “My name is Candy. Looks like Tawny and I are going to have
to share you, honey.”
    Didn’t John say their names were Bambi and
Fawn? Bishop glanced questioningly at John when hearing the name
Tawny. John was reaching for a steak, and shrugged it off as if to
say, ‘doesn’t really matter.’
    “You are a SEAL, aren’t you, honey?”
    The woman was older than he’d first thought,
and was wearing enough makeup to cover the entire cast of a
burlesque show. “Yes, ma’am.” Where the hell is Angel? He
fixed a baked potato, trying to ignore Candy, who was either a club
dancer, barfly, or prostitute, politely. He glanced at Wizard.
“Where’s your date?”
    He spoke around a mouthful. “Couldn’t get
her out of bed, man. Wore her out.”
    Laughter erupted around the table. “Yeah,
right!” John said in a disbelieving tone.
    Razor waved Wizard away. “You’re full of
it!” His lady friend decided to sit on his lap.
    The patio door opened, and Angel and Misty
walked out. It appeared the two had become fast friends. And why
wouldn’t they? He already knew Angel was easy-going, and Misty was
the kind of woman who liked everyone until given a reason not to.
Angel squeezed in next to him, giving him an innocent look.
    She leaned in and whispered in his ear, “I
see you’ve made a new friend.”
    “Used to be my type,” he said, plopping a
whole shrimp into his mouth. “The kind of woman I can walk away
from.”
    “That’s sad.” Bishop stopped chewing, and
stared into Angel’s eyes for a moment. “What’s your type now?”
There was a sparkle of humor simmering in her eyes.
    She was serious. Bishop thought about it for
a moment. He couldn’t ever remember wanting to