Sinners Retreat (The Slaycation #1)

Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Ezra

T he plane touches down in Miami, and I only want to return to the air. Once Kindra loosened up from her embarrassment, she’d been the most pleasurable companion.

As it turns out, we have much in common. We both enjoy the complete works of Tolstoy and detest the vast majority of the human race. Neither of us vacation often, and we are married to our work, though we didn’t really touch on what we do to earn our pay. The list of commonalities seemed to go on forever.

If I were a man who believed in kismet, I would have seen this as a sign from the heavens. Fortunately, I believe the only luck we have is that which we make for ourselves, and I plan to make my own luck with her.

As passengers shuffle around in their seats and begin gathering their things, I turn to the beauty beside me. “Kindra, we’ll be staying at the Flamingo Sands Resort tonight. If you can spare the time?—”

“What a coincidence! That’s where my friend and I are staying as well. Maybe we’ll run into each other before she and I are forced to take off again tomorrow morning.”

Again, I do not believe in kismet, but my god. What are the odds?

“Instead of leaving it up to chance,” I say, “why not make a few plans? Maybe dinner and drinks in the lounge just off the lobby?”

Kindra’s tongue slides across her full lips, and I’ve never wanted to put my dick somewhere so badly before. If I can have just one night to ravage those soft curves, I can die a happy man.

“Um...maybe,” she says. I think she’s trying to let me down gently, but then she adds, “How does seven sound?”

Visions of a night of pleasure begin forming in my mind. I can almost feel the way her body will give beneath me. I can almost taste the feral pleasure gathering on my tongue as I lap from that warm space between her legs.

“Unless that doesn’t work for you,” she says, and I realize I haven’t responded.

“Sorry, yes. I’ll meet you in the lounge at seven.”

“No, Ezra,” Bennett says. “Abso-fucking-lutely not. You chose to bring this shitbag along, so you can take care of your little pet yourself. I had to listen to him talk about his political stance for three hours straight, and I can’t stand another minute of it.”

“Can’t you do this for me? Please?” I grip his shoulder to turn him toward me as we stand in one of our two hotel rooms. “I need this.”

Bennett rolls his eyes and shrugs out of my hold. “You—the self-proclaimed sex god— need this?”

Yes, like air and water and nourishment, I need to know what it feels like to sink inside the sheer perfection that is Kindra. Something about her intrigues me, and I want to know what she sounds like when she comes. But I can’t say that, so I just give him a deadpan stare and hope for the best.

His shoulders stiffen, and he turns to me. “Actually, fine. You can have the single room, but I get to kill Gary on the island.”

“What? No! I did all the legwork on this one, so it’s my kill.”

Bennett shrugs and reaches across the bed to close my suitcase. “Then I suggest you grab your things and get out of my room. It’s the kill or the room. You can’t have it both ways.”

A knock silences our debate for the time being, and I let Gary into the room. He’s dressed in a loud-as-fuck Hawaiian shirt in a shade of yellow that threatens to give me a migraine. At least one pound of gel forces his hair to stand in short spikes, but the style does the man no favors. His pink scalp peeks out in too many places.

“What’s the plan for the night, fellas?” Gary rubs his hands together, and with his bulging eyes, he’s the caricature of a human fly.

Bennett turns toward me with a knowing smile. “Yeah, what are our plans tonight?”

None of this would even be an issue if we weren’t forced to babysit Gary. Getting a third room and leaving him to his own devices isn’t an option, and judging by the swim trunks swallowing his pasty legs, he plans to venture down to one of the resort’s three pools.

Where there are pools, there are children.

I glance at my wristwatch and groan internally. It’s already half-past six. If I want to shower and ready the room for potential female company, I need to shake a leg.

My options stand before me. On one side is a child predator who offends all the senses and begs to be slain. On the other stands an attractive, intelligent woman who tantalizes me in every way and begs to be fucked. Thoroughly.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath before I say, “I’m probably going to have an early night, so you boys are on your own.”

“Such a shame,” Bennett says. “You could have had so much fun. But I guess the fun is all mine now, huh, Gary?”

He claps a hand on the wheedling man’s back and nearly sends him onto the bed. Gary just grins. He doesn’t even realize he won’t have teeth to grin with by the time Bennett finishes with him.

“Yes, well, I need to shower and ready myself for bed. If you boys don’t mind shuffling out of here, that would be great.” I motion them toward the door.

As they exit the room, I catch Gary mentioning a karaoke machine in the attached bar. Bennett turns to me with a final pleading look, but I just smile and usher him out. Hopefully it’s not the same lounge where I plan to meet Kindra.

I close the door behind them, return to the bed, and sift through my suitcase. Everything is folded and bagged for ease. My hand fishes around until I pull a clump of dark denim from inside one of the bags. Despite trying to avoid them, wrinkles glare back at me. Maybe they’ll loosen while I shower.

I hang the jeans and a dark-grey button-up on a rack in the bathroom. An iron offers a reproachful look from the small closet across the way, but I’m not exactly domestically inclined. The steam will have to do.

I turn on the hot water and step into the large walk-in shower. As I lather my body with the provided hotel soaps, I curse myself for not bringing along a travel set of my own making. Instead of smelling like a man, I get to sit beside a goddess while I give off the aroma of a funeral parlor. Who chooses the fucking scent for these things?

Once I’ve rinsed off as much of the stink as I can, I step out of the shower and glare at the empty towel rack. I probably should have noticed that when I hung my still-wrinkled clothes there, but I was too consumed by thoughts of Kindra.

Like her ample breasts. And the way her bottom lip forms the perfect landing zone for my cock. She’s a bit tightly wound, which leads me to think she’ll be the type to let loose in the bedroom. A man can dream.

I slosh water over the carpet as I head toward the phone in the room. After calling room service and requesting some fresh towels, I hurry back to the bathroom and use a rag to dry my body. Only then do I realize I’ve forgotten to grab a pair of boxers from my bag. I exit the bathroom once more and nearly run into a frail housekeeper.

The gray-haired woman in front of me isn’t the least bit fazed. She holds a towel toward me and stands there as if seeing a naked man isn’t at all concerning to her.

“Please speak of this to no one,” I say before rushing to the bathroom.

After securing the towel around my waist, I open the door to apologize to her properly, but the woman must be part apparition because she’s disappeared. I step into the hall, but she’s not there either.

Then the door clicks shut behind me.

I turn and rattle the handle, though I know it won’t open. My room key lies on the other side of the door, along with my clothing, cell phone, and dignity.

Well, fuck.

With no other option, I head down the hall toward my brother’s room. I can only hope he and Gary haven’t yet gone out for the evening.

I rap my fist against the door and am flooded with relief when it opens. My brother steps back to allow me to enter, but I don’t miss the questions firing in his eyes. I have a few questions of my own when I glance at one of the two beds and see Gary in a deep sleep.

“Bennett, you didn’t,” I whisper.

“Oh, I did. I have zero interest in karaoke or any activity which involves public attention. I also didn’t relish the idea of spending an entire evening listening to his voice, so I did myself a favor and slipped a little something into his pre-game cocktail.”

While I prefer for my prey to be fully awake and aware of whatever I have in store for them, Bennett enjoys knocking them unconscious and putting them in precarious situations before they wake up. When it comes to our shared pastime, I am a creature of habit, but my brother is a creator of chaos.

“You can’t do anything until we reach the island,” I remind him.

“Yes, and how unfortunate,” he says as he stares at the sleeping man on the bed. He turns back to me. “Why are you in my room dressed in little more than a thin strip of scratchy cotton?”

“It’s a long story, but suffice to say, I have locked myself out of my room. Did they give you a spare key at the front desk?”

Bennett shakes his head and covers his mouth to hide his smile, but his eyes give away his sheer enjoyment of my folly.

Fuck him.

I move toward the phone on the nightstand between the beds, but my brother stops me before I can reach for the receiver.

“No use trying to make a call. The phone doesn’t work. It makes this god-awful sound whenever you mash a button. I’m afraid you’ll have to waddle down to the front desk and ask for a key.” He makes no effort to hide the way his chest shakes with laughter when he’s doomed me to roam the halls in the nude.

I turn to look at him. We’re roughly the same size, and while I don’t enjoy wearing a t-shirt on a first date, it beats the hell out of what I’m wearing now.

“Give me your suitcase,” I say.

“What? Absolutely not,” he says, and all humor has left him now. “You’ve already taken my room. I won’t have you stretching out my shirts too.”

When I say my brother and I are roughly the same size, I mean that in the most hopeful sense. In reality, he could stand to spend some time in the gym. He isn’t skinny by any stretch of the imagination, but I don’t blame him for worrying that I’ll stretch his clothing.

“I just need to wear something long enough to pop down to the lobby,” I say. “I’ll pay for it if I ruin it.”

Bennett sighs, then points to his suitcase atop a large red chair. “Damn right you will.”

I rush to unzip the luggage. I’ve frittered away far too much time already, and I’m cutting it too close for comfort. Kindra strikes me as the kind of woman who won’t wait around for a man who’s running late, even if his excuse is as good as mine would be.

Near the top of the monsoon wreckage of clothing thrown into his bag, I find a maroon t-shirt and a pair of black sport shorts. I can only assume these are my brother’s pajamas for the evening. He dresses much too casually for my taste.

I rush to the bathroom to dress. The shirt is at least one size too small, and the shorts display my dick outline like a neon sign. It’s still better than the alternative, but I can’t help dreading the walk of shame I’m about to embark upon.

“Hurry back,” Bennett says as I leave the hotel room.

The cheeky asshole can kiss the tip of my dick.

Angling my offensive front away from a pair of children returning from the pool, I head toward the elevators. They pay me no mind, but their exhausted mother finds the strength to look twice. I swallow and continue on.

Lady Fortune smiles upon me, because the lobby is blessedly empty. Aside from an elderly man sitting by the empty fountain, it’s just me and the employees behind the desk. I approach the dark oak counter and display my best smile.

“I’m afraid I’ve locked myself out of my room. Could I have a spare key, please?”

The spunky blonde behind the computer monitor smiles and nods. “Of course. I’ll just need your room number and identification.”

“Unfortunately, my identification is in my room,” I say.

“No problem!” Her enthusiasm makes me want to throttle her. “Just return to your room, grab your ID, and I’ll have the key made by the time you return.”

“How can I return to my room when I don’t have a key? You see the problem with your plan, don’t you?”

“Oh, goodness. Silly me,” she says as she smacks her fingers against her forehead. “I can get a housekeeper to allow you into the room long enough to grab your ID.”

Gathering all of my remaining composure, I take a deep breath, glance at her shiny silver nametag, and lean closer to the counter. “Listen, Stephanie, I only checked in an hour or so ago. I’m sure at least one of your fellow employees remembers me.”

The ancient housekeeper from earlier appears around the corner. While I’m loathe to bring her into this and risk exposing myself further, I see no other option.

“That woman there just brought towels to my room,” I say as I point toward the housekeeper. “She can clear this up.”

Stephanie motions the woman over. “This gentleman says you brought some towels to his room just now. Is that true?”

The woman looks me up and down, then says, “I’ve never seen him before.”

I grip the counter to stop myself from screaming as she gives me a sly wink. The woman has made good on my request that she keep what happened private, but goddamn her secrecy in this moment.

Just when I think things can’t get much worse, footsteps approach behind me, and a familiar voice reaches my ears.

“Fancy meeting you here.”