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July 9, 2010
Rendezvous Bay, Anguilla
Cameron tilted his head toward the beach side bar. "What about him?"
Mark followed the direction of his lover's gaze. The man Cameron had indicated faced away from them. He sat on a barstool, his white T-shirt shimmering in the glow of the bright blue Paradise Found neon sign overhead. From where they stood at the edge of the surf, Mark had a clear view of broad shoulders and a solid back, but little else. The man could have been George Clooney or that funny-looking guy who played Mr. Bean.
But he wasn't either one. And what little of him Mark could see had his heart rocketing into overdrive.
He knew this man. Not by name, but by sight. For the past three days his pulse had ratcheted up a few notches every time the sexy stranger came within twenty feet of him. Mark recognized the soft brown waves that brushed his nape, the taut muscles of his pecs and the tantalizing curve of his ass.
"Him?" He tried to feign nonchalance. "I'm not sure. Maybe we should get a good look at his face first."
That was completely unnecessary, of course. He knew the shape of the man's full mouth, the slant of his jaw, even the color of his eyes. An electrifying mix of blue and green, like the ocean at midday.
"Good idea." Cameron wound an arm around Mark's waist and pulled him close. "Tonight's the night. I can feel it."
Mark's breath caught in his throat. "You're sure you want to do this?"
Cameron drew back a fraction and fixed Mark with a piercing gaze. "Why? Are you having second thoughts?"
"Not really, no." He swallowed past the lump in his throat. They'd already agreed their sex life needed a heaping dose of spice with a side of variety. Hooking up with a stranger for one night had seemed like a great way to add some heat to a bedroom that had cooled to arctic temperatures long ago.
So, no, he wasn't getting cold feet. But how could he tell Cameron he couldn't approach the guy without also revealing that he'd been watching him, lusting over him, picturing him naked and spread-eagled on their bed. And that the more he watched him, the more he craved and hungered and yearned, the more his heart pounded and his breath hitched, the more infatuated he became.
He knew this feeling intimately from his college days, when he'd realized he was gay and his entire existence went from a narrow, intense focus on his studies to wild abandon at the hands and mouth of every boy with a lopsided smile and a big cock. He'd learned a lot about himself during that time. And it hadn't taken him long to figure out that while one-night stands were fun, they didn't fix a damn thing that mattered. Wild sex was an easy, temporary solution, like sticking a wad of chewing gum to the hole in the bottom of your canoe. It might help for a while, but you'd still end up drowning.
No, a threesome wouldn't bring back what was missing in their relationship, but that didn't mean he wouldn't enjoy it anyway. When they got home, they'd just have to figure out how to rekindle the flame on their own.
"Come on." Cameron grabbed Mark's hand and tugged him in the direction of the bar. His touch was warm, electric and full of sinful promise. "Maybe he's not gay."
Mark released a deep breath and fell into step beside his lover. Part of him hoped they should be so lucky.
And the other part of him, the one that ruled his rock-hard cock, prayed his sexy stranger was gayer than a Christmas fruitcake.