a few birds have returned. They’re all harmless, though.”
“That’s good to know.”
“A water reservoir has been delivered with more than enough water for all of you for the weekend. I suggest you make use of your time alone to find it, maybe to stash some water.”
“Right.” It would be too easy for the hunters to stake out the reservoir. Shara had brought inflatable canteens for exactly this reason. She patted her back pack. “I’m ready.”
“Whatever you do, don’t try to swim away,” the pilot continued. “The water’s really cold on the outward side because it’s deep, and the current is stronger than you think.”
“I’m a good swimmer.”
He gave her a look. “No one’s that good. I hate looking for bodies, so don’t be an idiot.”
She flashed him a smile. “Lecture over?”
“Lecture over,” he agreed amiably. “Good luck.”
“Thanks!”
Shara kicked the rope ladder out the door, having been told in advance this was how she’d be delivered. There wasn’t a place big enough for the helicopter to land. The pilot lowered the craft so the rope ladder slipped through the trees and a chime sounded when the bottom rung touched the ground. Shara looked at the tangle of growth and was glad he’d told her about the snakes being gone. She gripped the edge of the door and looked down, taking a deep breath before she swung herself out onto the ladder. It was a good thing she’d spent every possible moment at the gym since booking this trip.
“Oh, and hey, Shara!” the pilot called when her chest was level with the floor of the vehicle.
“Yeah?”
His smile flashed and he gave her a thumbs up. “Happy birthday!”
Shara laughed. “Thanks!” It was the reminder she needed to enjoy every moment. She held on to the rope and stepped down to the next rung, her heart racing. It was weird to descend through the canopy of vegetation, the leaves brushing against her body. The air was cooler in the shade and the air was humid. She reached the last rung and jumped to the ground, then touched the sensor at the end to let the pilot know she was down.
The rope ladder rose through the trees as the helicopter ascended, and she watched until the last rung had disappeared.
Before the sound of the helicopter had faded, she was on the move.
She had three hours to find the reservoirs and make preparations for the hunters’ arrival.
* * *
Jared couldn’t believe he’d thought this vacation would help him decide anything.
He liked sex, he knew that well enough. He liked slow consensual sex, the kind of sex that went on and on. Holiday weekend sex. Riding the wave back to the shore after a long day of surfing sex. Good, sweet, slow sex.
Beyond that, it was complicated. Or it was simple. He couldn’t decide that either. Because Jared didn’t care about the gender of his partner. Or even partners. The person is question had to be gorgeous, had to be complicit, had to be as enamored of the deed as Jared. Beyond that, there was beauty everywhere.
The world, though, seemed to expect men to be straight or gay. Not both. So he was determined to choose.
The Phoenix had seemed like the perfect place to do so. Jared had thought the clients at famous resort would be so consistently beautiful he’d be able to make a final choice based on gender alone. That hadn’t proven to be the case. First there’d been Lisa, an athletic Asian woman so tiny he thought he could pick her up in one hand. She had a tongue stud, which surprised him, but not as much as the dimension that added to the blow job she’d given him.
There was Nadine, with her witchy green eyes and blonde hair that hung to her butt, her tight swimmer’s physique and her musical laughter. Mm hmm, Nadine. There was Shara, the whole reason he was part of the hunt, with those lush lips that would look so good wrapped around his cock.
He’d thought for a moment the ladies might take it, but then there was Todd. Crisp and preppy, tanned and
“That’s good to know.”
“A water reservoir has been delivered with more than enough water for all of you for the weekend. I suggest you make use of your time alone to find it, maybe to stash some water.”
“Right.” It would be too easy for the hunters to stake out the reservoir. Shara had brought inflatable canteens for exactly this reason. She patted her back pack. “I’m ready.”
“Whatever you do, don’t try to swim away,” the pilot continued. “The water’s really cold on the outward side because it’s deep, and the current is stronger than you think.”
“I’m a good swimmer.”
He gave her a look. “No one’s that good. I hate looking for bodies, so don’t be an idiot.”
She flashed him a smile. “Lecture over?”
“Lecture over,” he agreed amiably. “Good luck.”
“Thanks!”
Shara kicked the rope ladder out the door, having been told in advance this was how she’d be delivered. There wasn’t a place big enough for the helicopter to land. The pilot lowered the craft so the rope ladder slipped through the trees and a chime sounded when the bottom rung touched the ground. Shara looked at the tangle of growth and was glad he’d told her about the snakes being gone. She gripped the edge of the door and looked down, taking a deep breath before she swung herself out onto the ladder. It was a good thing she’d spent every possible moment at the gym since booking this trip.
“Oh, and hey, Shara!” the pilot called when her chest was level with the floor of the vehicle.
“Yeah?”
His smile flashed and he gave her a thumbs up. “Happy birthday!”
Shara laughed. “Thanks!” It was the reminder she needed to enjoy every moment. She held on to the rope and stepped down to the next rung, her heart racing. It was weird to descend through the canopy of vegetation, the leaves brushing against her body. The air was cooler in the shade and the air was humid. She reached the last rung and jumped to the ground, then touched the sensor at the end to let the pilot know she was down.
The rope ladder rose through the trees as the helicopter ascended, and she watched until the last rung had disappeared.
Before the sound of the helicopter had faded, she was on the move.
She had three hours to find the reservoirs and make preparations for the hunters’ arrival.
* * *
Jared couldn’t believe he’d thought this vacation would help him decide anything.
He liked sex, he knew that well enough. He liked slow consensual sex, the kind of sex that went on and on. Holiday weekend sex. Riding the wave back to the shore after a long day of surfing sex. Good, sweet, slow sex.
Beyond that, it was complicated. Or it was simple. He couldn’t decide that either. Because Jared didn’t care about the gender of his partner. Or even partners. The person is question had to be gorgeous, had to be complicit, had to be as enamored of the deed as Jared. Beyond that, there was beauty everywhere.
The world, though, seemed to expect men to be straight or gay. Not both. So he was determined to choose.
The Phoenix had seemed like the perfect place to do so. Jared had thought the clients at famous resort would be so consistently beautiful he’d be able to make a final choice based on gender alone. That hadn’t proven to be the case. First there’d been Lisa, an athletic Asian woman so tiny he thought he could pick her up in one hand. She had a tongue stud, which surprised him, but not as much as the dimension that added to the blow job she’d given him.
There was Nadine, with her witchy green eyes and blonde hair that hung to her butt, her tight swimmer’s physique and her musical laughter. Mm hmm, Nadine. There was Shara, the whole reason he was part of the hunt, with those lush lips that would look so good wrapped around his cock.
He’d thought for a moment the ladies might take it, but then there was Todd. Crisp and preppy, tanned and
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