Page 125 of Bridesmaid for Hire
Built.
With the same floppy hair that I’ve grown to like.
“Look, I’m wearing a Speedo. What do you think, babe?” Brody says, coming into the light and swirling his hips at us.
Dear.
Lord.
In.
Heaven.
There he is, in all his glory, ripped and goofy all at the same time. His Speedo sits incredibly low on his hips and the bulge, which is hardly contained, is displayed for the world to see. But the sight makes my mouth water, because I know exactly how big that bulge can get. I had it in my mouth last night.One of the most erotic moments of my life, having Brody completely gone for me.Man, I had been insatiable, and his cock had been wondrous. Not really a lover of giving head, but I couldn’t have kept his cock out of my mouth after getting offtwiceso sensationally.
And it does not go unnoticed to me that in this moment, my life has come full circle.
I came to Bora-Bora with one thing in mind, to find a guy in a Speedo that would do dirty things to me.
Well, there he is.
Looking like a jackass, doing the twist to no music in nothing but a nylon pair of undies.
Not sure if I should feel lucky or not.
“I think the pills have kicked harder,” Hardy says with a wince. “It might be best if he rests.”
“Rest, nah, we don’t need to rest.” Brody shakes his fist in the air. “We need to party.”
“My God,” I whisper, making Haisley laugh. “Um, is there a bed he can occupy?”
“Yeah, I’ll show you,” Hardy says. “Come with me.” He takes Brody by the arm and guides him from the deck and down a hallway, Brody protesting the entire time. I follow behind.
“I don’t need to sleep. I need to show off this Speedo. Bet your dad would love it.”
“Brody,” I say quietly. “Best that we stay quiet.”
“No need to stay quiet when the world is my oyster.”
Hardy shoots me a bemused look. “Sometimes, the pills can take a second to kick in, and I think we’re at that moment.”
“Seems like it. And I worry that if we don’t contain him, he’ll show his penis to everyone and try to make work it into every conversation.”
“Does the pee-pee want to talk?” Brody asks, looking down at his crotch.
“Hurry up.” I push along a laughing Hardy.
He directs us into a cabin in the far back of the boat—probably for a good reason—and says, “Here, this should be good. It’s dark and will keep him contained.”
I glance around the room as Brody flops on the bed. “Please tell me this is not your dad’s room. I don’t think that would be a good idea.”
“Trust me, I would not do that to him,” Hardy says.
“Thank you.” I watch Brody twist and turn on the mattress. “What happened to him?”
“Dad tried to throw at a fish that was between Brody’s legs, missed, and ripped Brody’s shorts open with the spear. The waist was still intact, but his junk was hanging out. He wasn’t cut or harmed. I honestly have no idea how Dad didn’t kabob his testicles. But only his trunks were harmed. So, I brought him back here to change and all they had on hand was the Speedo. Brody said it was great because you like him in Speedos.”
I feel my face blush. “Glad he announced that.”
