Going Down (Divemasters #1) Read Online Free Page B

maybe I’m getting old. Creaky. Probably should make an appointment for a massage or something.” That was no lie. He practically got a cramp in his knotted shoulder muscles as he tried to shrug off his friend’s concern before Miguel could wander into hearing range and start hounding him again.
    Too late.
    “What you need is to get your dick sucked,” Miguel ribbed Archer as he passed out orders, slinging his shaggy hair out of his eyes with a whip of his head.
    “You offering?” He kicked some sand in the asshole’s direction, knowing that wasn’t his intention.
    “Hell no.” Miguel snorted. “That new brunette working the fryer wrote her number on a napkin and asked me to give it to you, though. I’m pretty sure you could pretend I forgot your fork and have that food cart rocking before I finish my salad. Be careful you don’t set any important bits on fire while you’re at it, though.”
    “Not interested.” Archer shook his head. Now, if she’d had black hair and blue eyes, maybe he could have pretended it meant something long enough for his dick to get hard.
    Tosin and Miguel exchanged stares for a little too long.
    “What?” he asked.
    “Look, I don’t want to get up in your business, but…what the hell is going on?” Tosin demanded as he tore into a mountain of garlic shrimp. “She’s your type. Tall, athletic, tan. Natural. Down to fuck. If she doesn’t do it for you, no one will. And you haven’t taken a woman home in weeks.”
    A month, Archer mentally corrected.
    Miguel jumped in when Tosin ran out of steam. Or needed another bite of his dinner. Priorities, people. “I can’t remember you ever having a dry spell like this before. Did you break your dick? Catch something? What? Come on, we won’t laugh…much. Tell us.”
    Archer grimaced. “You’re idiots. Both of you.”
    “ You’re dodging. Is he right, then? You’re clearing up a case of the clap or something?” Tosin’s eyes narrowed as he thought back, as if trying to figure out when Archer might have snuck off to the botika for a shot of antibiotics in the ass.
    “Jesus, no.” He groaned. “My junk is fine, okay? It’s just that I’ve been thinking a lot lately.”
    About mistakes he’d made, and how he might fix them going forward. About her . About holding out for someone who might make him feel like she used to or, at least, something close.
    “ Thinking ! What the fuck you doing that for, bro?” Miguel chided with a smirk as he inhaled another piece of grilled barracuda from between his fingers.
    Tosin agreed, “Dumb idea.”
    “Tell me about it.” A grimace crossed Archer’s face. He had to give them something or they’d keep hounding him. Besides, maybe it was time to dip a toe in and see how they might react. “I guess I’m starting to wonder if there should be more to life.”
    “More than great sex, diving, and hanging out at the beach with your friends?” Tosin spread his arms, still clutching some shrimp between his thumb and forefinger.
    Archer picked at his lionfish nuggets, which suddenly seemed like a mountain of a meal. “Yeah.”
    “You’re worse off than if you had caught some crotch funk.” Miguel stopped and stared. “This has been our goal for the past dozen years. Doing exactly what we love until we get bored and move to the next gorgeous place where we can start exploring all over again. Haven’t we always said we’re the luckiest bastards in the world?”
    He nodded. “We are . We totally are. We’ve travelled around the globe, seen incredible things—”
    “Given lady tourists the vacation fling of a lifetime,” Miguel added with an exaggerated jab or two of a French fry topped with Dutch mayo sauce.
    Archer probably would have laughed if what he wanted to say wasn’t so serious. “What if we’re capable of something equally awesome and more meaningful?”
    “Hey, it may not be brain surgery or ending hunger, but I think showing people the time of their lives