My body was betraying me. I winced, it felt like my hole was being rip apart.“F—fuck,” I gasped.Bradley stilled for a moment, letting me adjust to the thick stretch. Gay sex I’d lost count.The fire crackled, burning low. Depends on how ugly they are.”“Jesus, Brad—”“I’m just saying. You want me to stuff you full?”I was about to fire back, but the sound of his belt stopping me cold. I unzipped one. There were towels, sunscreen, a travel pillow shaped like a flamingo.Super helpful.I was just about to check the next one when I saw something in the surf. bananas.“You ever think,” he says suddenly, all serious, “we’re not getting outta this?”I didn’t answer. Talked about how the rescue teams would be here any minute. I mean, where did everyone else go?I was busy piling debris when I saw Bradley walking towards me, smirking like an idiot he was, proudly holding up his catch.“Tell me you’re joking right now, Brad,” I muttered in disbelief.“What? Big bro’s gonna keep his bitch satisfied.”He planted his elbows on either side of my head, bracing himself. Just stood there, amused.In the end he did not catch anything. Anyone would be wet-as-fuck.”I rolled my eyes.
