She smiles up at me, then squeals when I lift her off the floor and drop her on the bed, covering her body with mine.
“Feeling better?” I ask, scooting her up until her head lays on the pillows. “I’ll shut you up with my cock every time you yell at me.”
She bites back a smile, playing with the hair at the back of my scalp. “Can I sit on your face every time you yell at me?”
“I’ll never yell at you, but don’t let that stop you. Sit on my face whenever you want.”
My lips are level with her belly, so I leave a kiss there, caressing her ribs with both hands. “We’re not leaving. Not until we dock in Miami.”
“I know,” she sighs, pulling me up until I reach her lips. “I’m sorry I yelled. And I’m sorry Grant hit you.”
“I’m sorry your father interrupted before I knocked that fucker’s teeth out.”
She chuckles, gently whacking my shoulder. “You know... we’ve been here for days but hardly used any of the amenities. Care for an evening swim?”
TWENTY-FOUR
Addie
COLT EMERGES FROM THE WATER at the pool’s far end, the muscles in his arms and back rippling as he grips the railing and stares at the open ocean.
Everyone’s still enjoying the bonfire on the beach, so we’re alone on the third deck, undisturbed. A waiter stops by to check on our drinks every half an hour, and cameras are watching our every move, but other than that, it’s just us.
My heart swells when that thought sinks. Justus.
“What are you thinking?” Colt asks, looking at me over his shoulder.
That I hope our bubble won’t burst once we’re back home.
We’re enjoying being together now, but we’re far away from our normal lives, far from work, friends, family, and commitments. We’re living the dream here, cruising the Caribbean on a luxury yacht. It feels like no rules apply.
Maybe that’s why I’m falling so hard and fast. Because there are no rules. No distractions. No inhibitions.
I’m scared of what things will look like when we go home. Will he still want me or will reality ruin the amazing thing we’ve got going on here?
“How hot you look,” I lie smoothly, bringing the wine glass to my lips.
There’ll be time for the heavy topics when we’re back in Newport. For now, I’d rather enjoy what we have. I’ve never felt happier than I do when we’re alone.
“Me?” he scoffs, turning my way, the black ink marking his chest almost glowing under the purple lights. “You should see you,” he counters, then dives to swim the pool’s distance underwater and emerge at the foot of my lounger.
I watch as he effortlessly pulls himself out, then grabs a towel, drying off before he drops onto the lounger beside me.
“It was your idea to come here,” he says, grabbing the fresh bottle of Corona the waiter left him. “Why aren’t you swimming?”
“I’m enjoying the view.” I purposely rove his body from head to toe, paying extra attention to where I can recognize the outline of his cock under the wet swim trunks.
I’m still in my dress, the over-the-knee, yellow swing number I wore to the bonfire.
Colt leans over, his lips on my neck, grazing the soft flesh with his teeth. “You made me spill before I made you come, Addie. That won’t fly. I want to feel you, baby.” He lowers his voice to a soft whisper, kissing below my ear. “Here. Now.”
“Here?” I repeat, my heart gaining pace as shock, fear, and excitement mix in my veins.
I glance around the deck, spotting two cameras pointing this way. There’s not a soul around. The waiter won’t come back for the next twenty minutes, but that doesn’t change the fact anyone could stumble out here.
Grant’s somewhere on board. The bonfire party might come back. There’s a few crew members about.
“That’s not a good idea,” I finally say, though denying him doesn’t come easy. “There are cameras,” I add, tilting my head to the side to give him better access.
