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No regrets there.
Not that I ever regret things, anyway.
I know what was behind that fury then, not that it’s left me. It lives barely beneath the surface of who I am, bubbling to the top every now and then, whether I like it or not. Rage around losing your little sister to uncaring fucks will do that to you. Especially when it’s your own damn fault.
Abby comes back with a beer and a grateful smile on her face. “Thank you, Bogi.”
“You are a smart one, Abby,” I say, leading her to a seat. “You have to be careful. Unlike your friends here. Tell me, how it is you are vacationing with them?”
She looks at them and shrugs. “I’m not really vacationing with them. We were staying at the same Airbnb in Madrid. They invited me to come to Ibiza for the night.”
I study her and see, now that I’m closer, she’s actually pretty. Very pretty. And with a couple tweaks, she could be even more appealing. But I’m sensing that’s not important to her. She doesn’t glide by on her looks. She could, although I doubt she knows that. She doesn’t seem the type to trade on things like that.
“Do you like to read, Abby?” I ask, leaning back to watch a shooting star.
Even in the dim light I can see her eyes widen with the hope that she’s found someone she has something in common with. All night she’s probably felt like a fish out of water, and it’s a relief for her to talk about something she likes.
“I love to read,” she says. “What about you?”
I nod, glad I’m close enough to see little curls springing up around her hairline, thanks to the damp sea air. What would she look like if she released that bun at the back of her neck?
On the other hand, I like that her hair is pulled up. It allows me to see her neck. And fuck if it isn’t one I’d like to have a little nibble on. Just until she winces from the pain.
But first things first.
“I am a reader, Abby. Always have been. You see, I didn’t have a chance to go to college. So, I educate myself. It’s a lifelong process.”
She studies me, most likely wanting to ask how it is the guys and I own a yacht that happens to be docked in Ibiza.
But she’s too polite to ask. She’s well brought up.
Across the afterdeck, everyone is dancing to Earth, Wind, and Fire, and I can’t deny my foot’s tapping to what Fedor always calls ‘the ultimate fuckin’ dance music.’ If I want to show Abby a good time, and thus have a good time myself, I need to get her moving a little.
I stand before her, extending a hand. She looks at me, then the others dancing, swigs the last of her beer, and gets up.
That the French girls are a foregone conclusion, a dalliance so certain it doesn’t even deserve to be called a conquest, having paired off with Fed and Ilya, is no surprise. The guys will soon have them in their rooms and the night air will be filled with the moans and groans of vacation sex. Karol already has the captain taking us out to the open water, where our noise won’t get us kicked out the marina, which has a strict no partying after midnight rule.
Seems kind of silly for Ibiza, but whatever.
As we get a bit further from shore, Ilya turns up the sound and we dance hard, harder than minutes before. So hard I don’t think the girls even realize we are no longer docked.
Even Abby seems to have shed her air of caution, the sisters’ enthusiasm, drug-fueled or not, having rubbed off on her. She’s let her hair down, both figuratively and literally. A wild mane of curls surrounds her head, expanding as she twirls and jumps, laughs and shakes her head. Her little top occasionally slips, baring a small breast or two, and her bright red lipstick and smile are nothing but delicious.
And I’d like to put them to good use.
Now that’s she’s happy and having a good time, she’s downright beautiful.
I can’t take my eyes off her. She has no idea. But she will.
Fed and Ilya place their hands on the French girls’ hips, obviously grinding against their asses. The sisters respond by reaching behind themselves to grind right back. Their short dresses have ridden up, past the V between their legs, displaying a lacy thong on one and a sheer one on the other, barely covering their shaved pussies. They desperately want a taste, or maybe more than a taste, of all that Fed and Ilya have to offer.
It won’t surprise me if they pull down their panties and bend over right here, on the boat’s afterdeck. It wouldn’t be the first time.
It would make the crew, who are probably all awake by now and spying on us from the upper level, quite happy.
Rather than responding to the sisters’ display, Abby simply laughs at the girls’ hedonism, like this is normal. Like she sees this every day.
Like she wants it for herself.
