funny, Todd had perfect teeth and a killer backhand on the tennis court. Never mind how good he looked in shorts and tennis whites. There was Leroy, the guy in the band, with his easygoing humor, killer smile, and fabulous talent on the drums. Rhythm like that could be put to good use in any endeavor.
After one day and night at the club, nothing had been resolved.
Jared arrived at the helipad to find the other two hunters already waiting. They looked him over and clearly decided he was no threat to their chances of winning. That was okay—Jared liked to be underestimated. He sat back and checked them both out.
The one who had decked him the night before—Damon—appeared to be relaxed but really observing everything. Mr. Control. He was wearing dark green from head to toe, heavy boots and carried a small backpack. He was a bit too intense to tempt Jared, and last night had shown the consensual bit wasn’t so important to him. That was a turn-off.
The other guy was dressed in fatigues and seemed to have every gadget imaginable hung from his belt. He must be Neil. A coil of rope was slung over his shoulders and he wore reflective sunglasses. He was tightly wound, this guy, but it was possible he had the very best ass on the planet.
Jared wondered which team he played on.
Both obviously worked out with more discipline than Jared, who was simply blessed with a good metabolism. He watched them, came up with some interesting possible scenarios for the weekend, but doubted much would come of it.
As they waited for the helicopter, Jared realized this was his last chance to reconsider. In ten minutes, he’d be trapped on the island for forty-eight hours with these two. He felt under-prepared compared to them, and certainly less driven to win, but he was on vacation, for fuck’s sake. He was wearing his favorite sneakers and cargo pants, a T-shirt and a hoodie. He had a canteen and a knife, some energy bars, but really, he’d been thinking about the sex.
Well, and his own orientation.
He thought about Shara. She was gorgeous and she’s certainly been fired up the night before with Damon.
She liked being tied up more than he thought he’d like doing it. On the other hand, why not give it a try?
And her puss had the sweetest perfume. He’d liked the look of her in the picture they’d sent, but in real life, she was a lot more interesting. On the other hand, claiming her was going to be a challenge, requiring more of an effort than he usually made. Women usually came to him, like they had the night before.
He and Lisa had had a pretty hot night after she’d picked him up off the beach and wiped the blood from his nose. Mmm, that tongue stud was a bit of all right. Jared wondered what else she could do with it. Another day and night with Lisa would have been just fine.
Two days and nights of just sampling the gorgeous people available at this place would have been even better.
Then Damon caught Jared’s gaze and smiled, just a little.
As if mocking him for not playing hard.
“How many other rules are you planning to break?” Jared asked, hearing the irritation in his own voice. The thing was that Damon’s choice made Jared want to champion Shara—even if she had liked it.
Damon’s smile broadened. “As many as I need to.” His words were silky, confident and irritating enough that Jared decided to go.
If only to teach this guy he wouldn’t always triumph.
“Is it all about winning?”
Neil glanced up and answered before Damon could. “Of course.” His voice was hard, a take-no-prisoners kind of voice, and Jared knew right then it was going to be a heterosexual weekend, if he got any at all.
Maybe there’d be other compensations for that.
When they were dropped to the island not twenty minutes later, Jared pretended to head across the island, then doubled back and surreptitiously followed Damon. Jared liked sneaking up on people, he liked to watch without being observed, and he liked sneaking
After one day and night at the club, nothing had been resolved.
Jared arrived at the helipad to find the other two hunters already waiting. They looked him over and clearly decided he was no threat to their chances of winning. That was okay—Jared liked to be underestimated. He sat back and checked them both out.
The one who had decked him the night before—Damon—appeared to be relaxed but really observing everything. Mr. Control. He was wearing dark green from head to toe, heavy boots and carried a small backpack. He was a bit too intense to tempt Jared, and last night had shown the consensual bit wasn’t so important to him. That was a turn-off.
The other guy was dressed in fatigues and seemed to have every gadget imaginable hung from his belt. He must be Neil. A coil of rope was slung over his shoulders and he wore reflective sunglasses. He was tightly wound, this guy, but it was possible he had the very best ass on the planet.
Jared wondered which team he played on.
Both obviously worked out with more discipline than Jared, who was simply blessed with a good metabolism. He watched them, came up with some interesting possible scenarios for the weekend, but doubted much would come of it.
As they waited for the helicopter, Jared realized this was his last chance to reconsider. In ten minutes, he’d be trapped on the island for forty-eight hours with these two. He felt under-prepared compared to them, and certainly less driven to win, but he was on vacation, for fuck’s sake. He was wearing his favorite sneakers and cargo pants, a T-shirt and a hoodie. He had a canteen and a knife, some energy bars, but really, he’d been thinking about the sex.
Well, and his own orientation.
He thought about Shara. She was gorgeous and she’s certainly been fired up the night before with Damon.
She liked being tied up more than he thought he’d like doing it. On the other hand, why not give it a try?
And her puss had the sweetest perfume. He’d liked the look of her in the picture they’d sent, but in real life, she was a lot more interesting. On the other hand, claiming her was going to be a challenge, requiring more of an effort than he usually made. Women usually came to him, like they had the night before.
He and Lisa had had a pretty hot night after she’d picked him up off the beach and wiped the blood from his nose. Mmm, that tongue stud was a bit of all right. Jared wondered what else she could do with it. Another day and night with Lisa would have been just fine.
Two days and nights of just sampling the gorgeous people available at this place would have been even better.
Then Damon caught Jared’s gaze and smiled, just a little.
As if mocking him for not playing hard.
“How many other rules are you planning to break?” Jared asked, hearing the irritation in his own voice. The thing was that Damon’s choice made Jared want to champion Shara—even if she had liked it.
Damon’s smile broadened. “As many as I need to.” His words were silky, confident and irritating enough that Jared decided to go.
If only to teach this guy he wouldn’t always triumph.
“Is it all about winning?”
Neil glanced up and answered before Damon could. “Of course.” His voice was hard, a take-no-prisoners kind of voice, and Jared knew right then it was going to be a heterosexual weekend, if he got any at all.
Maybe there’d be other compensations for that.
When they were dropped to the island not twenty minutes later, Jared pretended to head across the island, then doubled back and surreptitiously followed Damon. Jared liked sneaking up on people, he liked to watch without being observed, and he liked sneaking
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