Now that his best friend Mark was married, he needed a place to stay—didn't want to get in the way of Mark and his new bride, Lisa, and he had no place to go until his new house was ready. After setting his duffle bag on the floor, he walked straight to the mini bar. He needed a drink. He'd spent the last four days playing best man and being tormented by the maid of honor, Marina. Sweet, sexy, redheaded Marina, the woman who had squeezed his cock on the dance floor then sashayed away from him as if nothing important happened. His dick still throbbed. The wedding was over and Marina had disappeared and was nowhere to be found. He pulled out a small bottle of whiskey and twisted the cap. Damn, there was no ice. He grabbed the bucket, slipped out of the room and headed down the hall to the machine. One stiff drink, then he'd hit the shower, jack off and fall into bed. With the bucket filled, he returned to his room.
