Everything is going to be fine. What’s the worst thing that could happen?
A fist fight. A ruined friendship. A fucking murder.
My heart races in my chest, and the guilt feels suffocating as I begin to pace my room. This isnotgood. In fact, this is the absolute worst-case scenario.
This is a nightmare.
I rush to my phone on my bed and sweep it up, navigating to Daisy’s number. I hit the call button and put it up to my ear, listening to it ring over and over.
And then go to voicemail.
Oh my god, please answer. Please.
But she doesn’t. I try two more times to no avail, and then toss the phone back on my bed. Running my hands through my hair, I go back to pacing, wondering what the hell I should do.
Jump overboard.
I laugh aloud at that one, even if it is a little tempting in its own way. As I pause my pacing, my ears catch the sound of voices above me in the main cabin.
“What the hell were you thinking sleeping with her?” I hear Brody explode. “You didn’t even talk to me about it?”
Whoa…I freeze, tuning into the conversation.
“Why should I have to ask your permission to fuck someone you act like is the bane of your existence? That’s fucking ridiculous, Brody. You’re acting like a pissed-off teenager. I didn’t steal your girlfriend.”
“No, but I slept with her first.”
“And I slept with her second,” he jokes, laughing. “We don’t have to be mortal enemies because of it. Hell, we can share her if you want her that bad. You’re my best friend. I won’t tell you no.”
I clap my hand over my mouth.Share me? What the fuck does that even mean?
“You know it would be hot,” Emmett continues, and I hear heavy footsteps of Brody overhead. “She’s a good fuck.”
That’s all I am? A good fuck?
“You’re insane,” Brody’s voice intensifies. “Why the hell would we ever do that? She’s not just some toy for us to enjoy. She’s too sweet to be used like that.”
I find myself siding with Brody, angry that it would evencome upfor me to be shared between the two men.And what does that even mean?They both fuck me at the same time?
“Gross,” I mumble, except my body betrays me, pulling up the thought of Brody beneath me, and Emmett at my face, his cock pressing into my mouth.
And my pussy aches.
Stop, Georgia. That’s so fucked up. You can’t do that.
I try to distract myself by listening to the men’s conversations, but the harder I strain, the less I hear. In fact, I have no idea how the conversation even ended. I have no idea what they decided at all.
Oh my god. What are they going to do with me?
I push the thought away, trying to calm my racing heart and clenching thighs by stripping down to take a shower. I spent most of the day on the main deck with Emmett, completely trying to forget about Brody. But now that I know how bad he wants me? And how he got jealous?
Ialmostforgive him for being a dick.
That’s so toxic,I chide myself, and then step into the bathroom. I turn the water on as warm as it will go.
While I wait, my mind runs back to Emmett last night, and the way he dragged my pussy up and down his shaft. It felt so fucking good. I let myself get lost in the memory, but as soon as I do…
My mind puts Brody behind me, reaching around and squeezing my nipples between his fingers.
