Loving Mandy

Chapter 3

Tyler

I gazed hungrily into those mesmerizing blue eyes, memories of being inside that delicate body flooding my brain, threatening to create an embarrassing situation in my pants.

"And we meet again," Barney said, smiling at Mandy.

Mandy was the girl he was going on about?

My Mandy.

She's not yours, buddy. Fucking her in a bar bathroom does not grant you ownership.

"Uh, hello," she stuttered, smiling weakly at my nephew.

"How do you know Barney?" Vada asked, watching the scene unfold with an amused smirk.

"We met earlier," Mandy explained.

"Ohh," Vada laughed. "Now I understand why you disappeared for so long."

I chose a chair that allowed me to stare at Mandy. Apparently, Barney had the same idea, grabbing the seat next to me. I tried to read over the menu, but all I could think about was her.

Why was she on the cruise?

How did she know Vada?

Was she looking to find herself a harem?

Why else would a single girl come on this cruise? And you had to be invited.

Stop staring at her before someone notices.

Mandy was nothing like our late wife. Kim was a natural redhead, tall, big-boned, and outspoken as all hell. The girl I fucked in the bar bathroom was tall as well, but that's where the similarity ended. Mandy had a thin build, and she was a natural blonde, with skin as white as the pearl onions nestled around the slab of beef on my plate.

I never saw her tits, or even felt them. That's how much of a pig I was that night. I pushed up her skirt and yanked down her panties, delighted to find a soaking wet pussy waiting for me.

Whatever Mandy was lacking in the chest, she made up for with the pink beauty between her thighs.

And she was so fucking tight.

Oh, how I wanted to nail that pussy again.

But I didn't get her number, or even her last name. My brothers and I shared a wife for twenty-five years. Kim had only been gone eight months when I met Mandy. There was no way we were ready for another relationship. And I had no interest in venturing out on my own.

I caught Vada staring at me with a knowing grin. I never gave Mandy my last name, so how the hell did Vada know about us? But clearly, she did. That girl couldn't be trusted to keep her mouth shut. She was a lot like Kim. Vada said whatever popped into her brain. I would have to speak with her in private as soon as possible.

"I think I'm gonna head up to the hot tub," Travis said, grabbing his swim shorts from his half-unpacked suitcase.

"You planning to finish unpacking at some point tonight?" Troy inquired.

"We'll see," he replied with a shrug.

We may have been triplets, and it may have been impossible for strangers to tell us apart, but our personalities were as different as they came.

Travis was laid-back. He didn't get too excited about much. And he was a slob. Troy was a neat freak, which meant lots of clashes, especially when the three of us were sharing a ship cabin. Our boys were old enough to have their own cabins, and my daughter was bunking with some girls from another family.

I definitely wasn't laid-back. I had a temper. And I wasn't the pig that Travis was, but I didn't get all bent out of shape over shit like Troy was getting about the suitcase.