“Absolutely,” I say, and kiss her again, rougher this time, my hand closing on the back of her neck. I thread my hand through her hair, claiming her in a way that has my cock rigid against my shorts.
Her lips part, and she pulls me in, sucking my tongue into her mouth. I let out a groan and shove her up against the rail, pinning her there with my hips. The friction of her abdomen against my hardening cock almost knocks the wind out of me.
And I want to take her right here.
“Brody,” she sighs into my mouth, her greedy hands already under my shirt, and I want to destroy every barrier between us right this fucking minute. I pick her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, and I stagger back toward the hatch.
We don’t make it ten feet before we’re intercepted by Emmett, who stands in the galley with a whiskey glass.
“Oh, don’t let me interrupt,” he drawls, his eyes growing dark as they pour over the two of us. “Keep going.”
Georgia’s hands are on my belt, but her gaze snaps to Emmett. “Perfect timing,” she teases him. “You can help.”
“You know I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he says, stepping closer and downing the rest of his drink. He runs a knuckle down her spine, from neck to tailbone, and she arches against both of us, her pussy grinding up my shaft.
I growl, my mouth hot on her ear. “You want them in on this, don’t you?”
“Please.” She whimpers, breath hitching, and I place her down and drag her into my cabin.
Miles is already there, a book discarded at his side on the table. “About time you all got here,” he says, and the flicker in his eyes shows a hunger that matches my own. “I was hoping we could have a little fun before we all get off the ship.”
Georgia giggles as she spins around to face all three of us. Her eyes bounce from me to Emmett and then to Miles, her lips parting slightly.
Fuck, I want her so bad.
And so do they.
The three of us close in around her. I strip my shirt off and let it hit the floor as she drops back to the bed. Emmett’s palms roam up her bare legs, peeling off the fabric of her shorts inch by inch.
“Hurry,” Georgia breathes, her eyes focused on him.
“Always so eager, little peach,” Emmett murmurs, finally discarding her shorts.
I step out of my own and start stroking myself as her pussy is put on full display. Emmett kisses up her inner thigh, and she tips her head back, her blonde hair falling in waves. I let him have his fun teasing her—I love the way it makes her squirm and whimper.
And I like that he’s every bit as transfixed by her as I am.
I’ll get my turn.
Miles slides in from the side, kissing her neck, murmuring something I can’t hear, but whatever it is makes her shiver, lipsparted. I finally lean in and claim those lips again, catching them just as Emmett dips his head between her legs.
“Oh god,” she moans into my mouth, her hand reaching for my cock. She strokes my shaft as Emmett groans into her pussy.
I lean away and let Miles take her lips, as her hand finds his dick, too.
She’s gorgeous like this, golden and flushed, her hair a mess and her pupils huge, drunk on lust and maybe a little leftover anger. Her legs are spread for Emmett as she sits on the edge of the bed, her hips rolling into his mouth.
I’m not even jealous—not like I’ve been in the past. I’m just…lucky.
As she keeps working my cock, I slide my hand between her thighs. Emmett leans away and lets me feel how soaked she is, her hips rocking up to meet my fingers. I circle her clit, teasing slowly, and she lets out a sound that’s almost a sob.
“Put them in me,” she begs, and I follow her command, pressing two fingers inside of her.
“You’re so tight around my fingers, baby.” I press them deeper and she gasps
Emmett’s got his mouth on her breast, sucking at the nipple. Miles has both hands gripping each side of her face, holding her mouth to his as she kisses him.
My cock oozes with precum, and I can’t wait any longer. I pull my fingers out of her, slip my dick from her pretty little hand, and push it deep into her.
