The man is smooth. I don’t even feel his other hand on my back until my bra falls open. He palms my breast. The heat of his hand against my sensitive nipple sends a shiver down my spine. When he finally ends the kiss, his lips move to my jaw. I squirm as his mustache and beard tickle my neck and collar bone as he works his way across my chest and stomach.
I hook my thumbs through the sides of my panties, more than willing to push them out of the way, but Wade grabs my hands. “This is my job.” He slides the satin down my thighs. I feel his breath, hot on my pussy, but he doesn’t touch me except to tap my ankles, one at a time, as a hint to lift my foot so I can step out of my lingerie.
“Goddamn, Wade, you know how to get a girl’s attention,” I breathe as he lets his slacks drop to the floor.
He grabs my waist and tosses me onto the bed. I bounce once on the mattress before he is on top of me, his hard cock pressing against my stomach. “It’s going to kill me to go as slow as you deserve.”
“Wade, we’ve had years of foreplay. Right now, I’m good with fast if you are.” I wiggle, hoping the extra friction on his arousal convinces him of my sincerity.
“I wouldn’t want to keep a lady waiting.”
“You said something about condoms?” Tomorrow I’ll explore Wade inch by inch, but tonight I’m in the mood for a fast, fun fuck. We only have three nights on board, and we’ve already lost half of the first.
Wade bends and snags a condom from his pants on the floor. Then he kisses me again and my wriggles are more for my own relief than to tease him. “Wade, what are you waiting for?”
“Are you ever going to call me Duck?”
“If I promise to call you Duck in bed, will you do something?” I practically beg.
He slides his hand between my thighs. I’m already slick for him. His skin is rough, his callouses scratching my hot, delicate skin. He presses two fingers between my folds. The stretch is almost an ache. “Duck, I really,reallyneed you to get this honeymoon started.”
“This cruise lasts for three nights, Trouble.”
“I expect three whole nights, Duck, and you’re wasting time.”
The crinkle of the condom wrapper warns me that I’m going to lose his weight for a moment. Then he’s back, his beard rubbing against my clavicle as he lays a trail of kisses up my neck. He presses his knee between my legs, and I open for him. “I like it when you blush, Trouble. But I think I’d like it more if you screamed my name.”
I feel him nudge my entrance. I thrust my hips and take him as he comes down, and in a blink, he’s fully seated in me. I am full. He rocks twice and I catch his rhythm immediately. As we move together, the part of me not being distracted by Wade’s mouth produces a feeling I haven’t felt in a long time: happiness. Being with him feels good and fun and light and everything that has been missing in my life for the last few months.
Wade’s mouth moves to mine. When he bites on my lower lip, all my attention slams back to him. Our tempo increases until he shifts slightly, and then I lose all ability to think at all as I come around his cock.
I sigh and settle into the mattress. “Duck, that was totally worth the wait.”
Wade falls to the mattress onto his side. “It totally was.” He pauses. “Wanna do it again?”
CHAPTER 4
DUCK
Despite my claimsto the contrary, Melissa insists that we can’t spend the entire cruise in our cabins. I’m more than happy to live on room service, but her arguments about taking a launch ashore to spend our afternoon on a Caribbean beach do sound appealing.
Which is why today we’re in Bimini in the Bahamas. The four of us – me, Mel, Josh, and Joanie – find an open patch of sand and arrange our beach towels. Mel and I are in matching “Bride” and “Groom” T-shirts. Joanie brought two sets for her anniversary and gifted us one as a wedding present.
“How are you enjoying being a restaurant owner? That’s new since the last time I saw you,” Melissa says. Her eyes are closed as she stretches out full length, searching for the sun.
I don’t blame her. I flew out of North Dakota on the last day of February; she did the same from Chicago. It’s been months since either of us have been outside in shorts. I miss warm weather and air that doesn’t hurt my face. I miss my bike. I looked into renting one to explore the island but discovered we don’t have the time to make it worthwhile. It’s a good thing that I have interesting company to keep me occupied.
“My brother Mason and I opened the bar and grill when we left the navy. There’s been a learning curve, but we brought in some experienced staff. Lonesome needed a restaurant, so it was a good location to open a new business.”
“No regrets?”
“The paperwork can be a bit much. But there’s always something new—fresh faces, new bands. Since we both work there, it gives us the chance for one of us to hit the road when we need to get away for a while.”
“Only reporting to two owners sounds like heaven,” Melissa says. “Martinique has an ownership group. I was lucky if three of the four bosses agreed on anything. No surprise, Paula was always the fourth. She bought out her second husband’s share in her divorce settlement the year before I left. She has no idea how the restaurant business works. All she cares about is winning awards and bragging rights among her social circles.”
“Winning awards doesn’t sound like a terrible business idea. Did you win any?”
“A few. The problem was that Paula didn’t just want “Best Restaurant in Chicago” kudos. She wanted Michelin stars on a budget. It caused more than one blow up.” Melissa takes a deep breath and lets it out. “But I don’t work there anymore. Not my circus, not my monkeys.”
