We’re happy to send the swimwear ASAP. Let us know your exact sizes. We see you in something retro, like that amazing purple dress you’re always rocking.
XO,
Beau Tied Swim
Forest’s fingers brush mine. “Some guy send a dick pic?” He pries my index finger from my phone. “I’m gonna get jealous if you don’t say you like mine better.”
I laugh. “Really?”
He shakes his head hell no. “Do women like dick pics?”
“Am I supposed to speak for all women?”
“Yeah, you have a line on womankind as a whole, don’t you?”
“Mmm, I’ll just call it up, yeah.” I pretend to dial a number. Bring my cell to my ear. “Hey, womankind, what are your current thoughts on dick pics? I know you were against it a few years back. Have you softened any, no pun intended?”
His laugh is big, hearty. “Fuck, I love how funny you are.”
My blush deepens.
“No one makes me laugh like you do.”
“You’re not too bad yourself.”
“I’m okay. But you’re really fucking good.”
“Thank you.” I pretend to end the call. “The, uh, the women have spoken. Still not into dick pics, unless specifically requested.”
“Then?”
My eyes meet his. “Are you asking for my opinion? Or all women’s?”
“Yours.”
“Are you going to send one?” My eyes go to his crotch immediately. God, his lap is sexy. He’s wearing his usual dark wash jeans, sitting with his legs spread, just inviting me to climb between them.
“Is that a yes, princess?”
“Well, uh… I think the male anatomy is attractive in a proper context.”
“The male anatomy?”
“Yeah?” I try to force my gaze to his eyes. Get as high as his chest. Mmm, that broken heart peeking out from behind his t-shirt. Can I be the one to fix it? To save him? Fuck, what am I trying to save him from?
That isn’t me. That isn’t how I think.
I know people don’t save each other.
But I still…
Ahem. “Yes, the male anatomy. I wouldn’t say I find it stimulating on its own. But in the context of an attractive man I want to fuck? I’m interested.”
“You’re interested?” He motions to my flushed cheeks. “That’s all?”
“Well… it depends on the, uh—”
“Craft of the image?”
“Exactly. I need beautiful composition. Lighting. Mood. Cropping.”
“Cropping?”
“Mm-hmm.” Finally, I manage to look into his eyes.
They’re wide with enthusiasm. “Go on.”
“If it’s just a dick, well… how am I supposed to know who’s dick it is?”
“The ‘sent from’ isn’t enough?”
I shake my head. “I want to see the rest of him. The narrow hips. The strong thighs. The—”
“Tattoo?” He peels his jeans down his hip, showing off the lyrics tattooed to it.
Mmm. “Yeah, the, uh, context. I mean, ideally, it’s a full body shot.” Must stop staring at tattoo. “So I can see his face. See his expression. See exactly how he feels.”
“Besides horny?”
“Yeah.” My laugh is nervous. “So uh—”
“I’ll make a note.”
My eyes go wide. “You’re going to send me—”
“Maybe. If you ask.”
“Have you ever?”
“No.” His eyes meet mine. “But there’s a first time for anything.”
“Oh.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. Sticking with oh.”
He smiles. “What was that message? You had a look.”
“Oh, it’s… I’m still on you sending me a naked picture.”
“You could take one if you want.”
“What?”
He nods, the picture of confidence. “If it would help you—”
“Fuck myself to it later?”
“Well, yeah. But I was thinking your photography.” His smile is wicked.
“Right.” It’s so obvious now. Forest is evil. How could I miss it for so long?
“That’s a thing. Nudes.”
“Yeah…” Naked pictures. Of Forest. “The guys aren’t usually hard.”
“Who needs usual?”
“Right.” Naked pictures. Of Forest. Hard. “You’re going to—”
“What was the message?”
“The what?”
“Let me.” He motions for my cell.
I think I hand it to him, but honestly, I’m not sure.
Yes. It’s there. In his hand. And he’s looking at it. Smiling wider. “Fuck, Skye. That’s amazing.”
“You want to be hard in the—”
“How soon will you have the swimsuits?”
“Uh…”
“I’m going to write back, okay?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I’m gonna negotiate. Ask for five grand. Hope they meet us at four.”
“We… uh…” Forest. Naked. Hard. Pictures.
“I don’t want to push if you’d rather take the sure thing. But you deserve more than three.”
“Sure, yeah.”
“And I’ll ask them to send stuff ASAP. So we can shoot it at Mack’s hotel.”
Trance broken. “Mack’s hotel?”
“In Malibu. She’s renting it for the weekend of the wedding. We’ve got rooms Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday even.”
“After the wedding?”
“It’s a thing, apparently.”
Of course, it is. “How do you know?”
“Holden.” His nose scrunches. “The thing is…”
“Yeah?”
“She won’t do it if I ask. I kinda… said some shit I needed to say. That she didn’t want to hear.”
“Oh.”
“We can do it at the beach if you want. Or, fuck, I think one of the Inked Hearts guys has a pool. But I want to take you to that hotel pool, drag you into the water, tear off your swimsuit.”
Okay, trance back. “Won’t other people be there?”
“Not if you ask to keep it private.”
Private skinny dipping with Forest. After a photo shoot that’s earning me several thousand dollars.