“Do you like that, little peach?”I hear Emmett’s voice in my head, and my throat goes dry.“Do you like the way he touches you?”
My hand slips down my stomach and between my legs, feeling the moisture growing there. “Yes,” I find myself breathing out. “I do like the way he touches me.” I squeeze my eyes shut as I lean against the bathroom counter, finally giving into the fantasy.
“Where do you want my cock, baby?” Brody leans in from behind me, whispering in my ear. “Can I have that tight little ass?”
I nod, grinding my pussy up and down Emmett’s cock. “Just go slow.”
“You know I won’t hurt you,” Brody brushes my hair from my neck, his lips pressing against the skin there. He gently pushes me forward, my hands bracing on the headboard. “Just like that, baby. Just like that.”
“You can take him,” Emmett groans, thrusting into me, burying himself. “I want you to take him like a good girl.”
I whimper in response, doing my best to relax despite the anticipation building in my entire body. “I’ll try.”
“You can take me,” Brody rasps from behind me, and I feel his finger brush against my ass. “Look how pretty you are, baby.”
I moan in response to his finger pressing into me, stretching me to get ready for him. It’s intense, the feeling of Emmett deep inside of my pussy and Brody pressing into my ass.
“You’re such a good girl,” Emmett encourages me, lifting his head and sucking my nipple into his mouth. It sends a fresh wave of arousal through my body, and I cling to the pleasure as Brody shifts to two fingers.
“I need to come already,” I whine, white-knuckling the headboard as the arousal starts to become almost impossible not to chase. I squirm against the two men, desperate for release.
“Not yet,” Brody commands from behind me. “I want to feel that tight ass of yours before you come.”
“I can’t last,” I cry out as he stretches me wider. I furiously buck my hips back, desperate to take as much of them both as I can. I need them.
I needbothof them right now.
“Oh my god,” I cry out as Brody retreats, and then replaces his fingers with something much larger, and exactly what I need.
I explode then, the orgasm ripping through my body in one powerful wave. I lean against the counter, as my knees growweak, and nearly collapse to the floor. I do my best to steady myself as I come down from the high, my head spinning with the fantasy I just had. I’veneverentertained the idea of two men—and definitely not two of my father’s friends.
What is wrong with me?I stare down at my hand, covered in the evidence of how bad I want Emmett and Brody. I reach into the shower and let the scalding water rinse it away.
Something is wrong with me. Something is totally messed up in my head.
Maybe this is what happens when you’re stuck on a boat with a bunch of attractive men. Maybethatis all this is.
But as I adjust the water and step into the shower, a burst of nervous energy floods my body. I’m pretty sure no matter how hard I scrub…
I’m not going to wash this fantasy out of my head.
Chapter 11
Brody
“Muffins today, huh?” Miles cocks a brow as Georgia slams them down on the table in front of us.
“Prepackaged, premademuffins, actually,” she corrects him, shooting a glare at me and then Emmett.
Well, this is awkward.
And clearly, Miles picks up on that, his eyes bouncing between the three of us like we’re about to take the witness stand. “Um, yeah… You know… I think I need to get back to work on that case. I’ll take my breakfast to go.” He reaches out and plucks one of the blueberry muffins up, and then pushes back from the table.
“You don’t have to go,” Georgia says to him, leaning away from the table and placing her hands on her hips. “We’re all adults, and if you have thoughts to share about the breakfast, then by all means,pleasetell us.”
“Well, Brody is the one who said you weren’t cooking today,” Miles gives me a raised brow. “So, I think I’d have to take it up with him…”
“Oh, right, because he’s the boss,” she hits back, not even bothering to glare at me. She doesn’t have to. Her annoyance is radiating off her like the sun at the equator right now.
