two men as they stopped. "Y'all heading ashore?"
The two Marines stared at Crash like he had dick antlers. One answered, "Yeah. Aren't you?"
"Yup." Admittedly, it was a stupid question. Who in his right mind would stay on the boat when they had liberty in New York City? Crash tried to recover from looking like an idiot. He remembered his original ruse to get rid of Zippy. He reached into his own locker and pulled out the small black bag he'd stashed there. "Just gonna brush these chicklets of mine and then head out."
The Marines had moved on to their own business. While one stood by waiting, the other one unlocked the lid beneath the mattress platform in the bottom coffin rack. Lifting the lid, he reached inside and pulled out his wallet. He realized Crash was still standing there like a fool and shot him a glance. "All right. We'll see you later."
"Right. Later." With the condoms still hidden in his fist and his shaving bag held in the crook of one arm like a running back held a football, Crash left the two. He strode down the passageway, his rubber-soled shoes moving over the non-skid floors as fast as he could go.
As Crash stashed the condoms in his pocket he realized he'd gotten away with it. Or at least with part one of his plan. There was much more to do to make tonight turn out the way he hoped it would. Yeah, he felt guilty. In the span of twenty-four hours he'd lied, stolen, and slept with his best friend's sister. The worst part was, he couldn't wait to see Trish again. More than just see her. Crash couldn't wait to commit that last sin at least one more time. Maybe two.
Not his fault, really. She was a smart, sexy, funny woman. A girl who was great to hang out with, who also happened to be nice to look at. Then there was the unbelievable sex they'd had that he couldn't wait to have again. He blamed that part—how he ached to sink himself deep inside her so badly it nearly hurt—on the impending deployment. He'd just have to move on from the guilt over that. Time to get this night started.
Crash deflected Zippy's annoyance at his taking too long and managed to actually get his teeth brushed. He ignored his friend and took the extra time to gargle with mouthwash too. He planned on doing some kissing tonight, and he didn't want Trish's last memory of him before he left to be bad breath.
Okay, maybe he was worrying about the wrong things. He should be more concerned about his plan not working. Getting Zippy and Dawn drunk enough they'd fall back into bed together so Crash could grab some alone time with Trish was bad enough. But then he'd have to somehow get Zippy back on board in that condition without either of them getting into trouble and possibly losing Crash his best friend.
Zippy was standing in the passageway by their racks when Crash got back from brushing his teeth. "Come on. Hurry up. I wanna get this dinner with my sister over with so we can say our goodbyes and get to the club."
"Calm the hell down. I'm done." Crash tossed his bag into the locker and grabbed his cover. Turning, he shot Zippy a look as they made their way toward the hanger deck. It couldn't hurt to plant the seed of an idea in Zippy's horny brain. "You know, I thought you'd be happy to get another shot with Dawn tonight. Why are you so eager to ditch her?"
"This is the city that never sleeps. Who wants to be tied down on our last night here?"
Crash did. He'd be very happy to spend his last night here with Trish, rather than going to some overpriced strip club where he could look and not touch. He wouldn't even mind if Trish tied him down—literally. Hell, he was open-minded. He wasn't opposed to trying something once.
"Whatever you say. You tell your sister we've been cut loose?"
"Yeah. She texted that she's here already."
Hearing that had Crash's heart rate and his pace speeding up. He shot Zippy a sideways glance and hoped the anticipation of seeing Trish again wasn't showing all over his face.
When had he totally lost
The two Marines stared at Crash like he had dick antlers. One answered, "Yeah. Aren't you?"
"Yup." Admittedly, it was a stupid question. Who in his right mind would stay on the boat when they had liberty in New York City? Crash tried to recover from looking like an idiot. He remembered his original ruse to get rid of Zippy. He reached into his own locker and pulled out the small black bag he'd stashed there. "Just gonna brush these chicklets of mine and then head out."
The Marines had moved on to their own business. While one stood by waiting, the other one unlocked the lid beneath the mattress platform in the bottom coffin rack. Lifting the lid, he reached inside and pulled out his wallet. He realized Crash was still standing there like a fool and shot him a glance. "All right. We'll see you later."
"Right. Later." With the condoms still hidden in his fist and his shaving bag held in the crook of one arm like a running back held a football, Crash left the two. He strode down the passageway, his rubber-soled shoes moving over the non-skid floors as fast as he could go.
As Crash stashed the condoms in his pocket he realized he'd gotten away with it. Or at least with part one of his plan. There was much more to do to make tonight turn out the way he hoped it would. Yeah, he felt guilty. In the span of twenty-four hours he'd lied, stolen, and slept with his best friend's sister. The worst part was, he couldn't wait to see Trish again. More than just see her. Crash couldn't wait to commit that last sin at least one more time. Maybe two.
Not his fault, really. She was a smart, sexy, funny woman. A girl who was great to hang out with, who also happened to be nice to look at. Then there was the unbelievable sex they'd had that he couldn't wait to have again. He blamed that part—how he ached to sink himself deep inside her so badly it nearly hurt—on the impending deployment. He'd just have to move on from the guilt over that. Time to get this night started.
Crash deflected Zippy's annoyance at his taking too long and managed to actually get his teeth brushed. He ignored his friend and took the extra time to gargle with mouthwash too. He planned on doing some kissing tonight, and he didn't want Trish's last memory of him before he left to be bad breath.
Okay, maybe he was worrying about the wrong things. He should be more concerned about his plan not working. Getting Zippy and Dawn drunk enough they'd fall back into bed together so Crash could grab some alone time with Trish was bad enough. But then he'd have to somehow get Zippy back on board in that condition without either of them getting into trouble and possibly losing Crash his best friend.
Zippy was standing in the passageway by their racks when Crash got back from brushing his teeth. "Come on. Hurry up. I wanna get this dinner with my sister over with so we can say our goodbyes and get to the club."
"Calm the hell down. I'm done." Crash tossed his bag into the locker and grabbed his cover. Turning, he shot Zippy a look as they made their way toward the hanger deck. It couldn't hurt to plant the seed of an idea in Zippy's horny brain. "You know, I thought you'd be happy to get another shot with Dawn tonight. Why are you so eager to ditch her?"
"This is the city that never sleeps. Who wants to be tied down on our last night here?"
Crash did. He'd be very happy to spend his last night here with Trish, rather than going to some overpriced strip club where he could look and not touch. He wouldn't even mind if Trish tied him down—literally. Hell, he was open-minded. He wasn't opposed to trying something once.
"Whatever you say. You tell your sister we've been cut loose?"
"Yeah. She texted that she's here already."
Hearing that had Crash's heart rate and his pace speeding up. He shot Zippy a sideways glance and hoped the anticipation of seeing Trish again wasn't showing all over his face.
When had he totally lost
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