The Choices Being Made (Book #2, Choices series)

21

"Buuurrrrrmuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama..." Mason sang as they got in their rental car for their drive from the Fort Lauderdale airport.

"We could leave him here... there is nothing legal about our marriage to him," Michael said. "He likely would fit in with the surfers and shit."

"Don't let the blonde hair fool ya," Mason smiled.

"Whatever, Point Break," Michael said as he pulled out of the rental lot.

"I'm more Brad than Keanu. And definitely not Swayze," Mason commented taking them on another tangent.

"I swear, you guys reference movies and celebrities that were popular even pre-me," Polly said as she pulled up the navigation.

"Don't hate on Brad and Keanu, man," Mason said poking her arm. "Let's see...popular now? Thor, High School Musical dude, the Viking guy, and uh Ryan Reynolds."

"Ryan Reynolds is like in his forties," Michael said. "But I mean, you make a great point. Not many blonde dudes are very popular now. That is mainly because people dig brunettes. Fact."

"Michael makes a good point, Mase," Polly teased and poked out her tongue.

"I hate you both, you know," Mason sarcastically stated. "So this resort...what's the deal? You never said much..."

"Yup, you just gave me the address now and..."

"Do you guys even know what surprises are?" Michael shook his head. "Like the meaning."

"I'm going to Google the address," Polly threatened.

"Here I am trying to make this honeymoon good - fantastic even - and all I get..." Michael said with some fake sadness in his voice.

"Fine!" Polly acquiesced.

"I wear to God, if I have to show my dick to a bunch of eighty year old retirees, I will..."

"Definitely stay here?" Michael pretended to finish Mason's sentence.

"You couldn't live without me, fuckface!" Mason flicked Michael's ear.

***

As they pulled up to the resort, Michael finally broke his silence which he had kept for most of the drive, "We're here."

"He finally speaks!" Mason said from the back where he had been staring out at the ocean.

"Mason, behave," Polly scolded, knowing that Mason started Michael's silent treatment in the first place.

The valet took their key and bags, and escorted them into the lobby that was filled with tropical plants and classic island decor.

"Maybe I will stay," Mason muttered as he looked around.

The gentleman at the front desk welcomed them and checked them into their villa. He then began to go over rules. Rules?

Michael smirked as Polly finally caught on to the theme of the rules. "Nothing non-consensual...condoms at all time unless with spouse or significant other...the beach is private so clothing is optional..." and he continued going over the ins and outs - literally - of this swinger resort.

Mason looked like a kid in a candy store while Polly looked frightened as she was realizing her worst nightmare. "Um, Michael...I don't really want to watch you guys with..."

"Uh, hello? You really think I would let either of you near any of these folks. I mean unless you find a hot wife to lick your little pregnant pussy," he said licking his own lips. "It is purely for us to watch and explore our more exhibitionist side."