“I think we all did.”
We pull apart, and he wraps an arm around my waist, holding me to his side as we watch our loves exploreOur Wildfire.
“What do you want to do first?” King asks her. “Swimming?”
She pivots, leaning into him. Then she hands me her glass and slides her arms over King’s shoulders. Pressing up on her tiptoes, she whispers something in his ear that has him tensing more with every word.
He shoves his glass into Alex’s hands, bends at the waist and throws Katherine over his shoulder. With a whoop, he bounds up the stairs and disappears from view.
Alex chuckles, a soft, rich sound I don’t hear near enough of. “Guess that settles that.”
“Guess so.”
We follow them back up the stairs and into the cool salon. Blessedly, the crew has made themselves scarce, which I’m sure was King’s doing.
He and Katherine have already made their way deeper into the yacht, and I can hear her giggles rolling down the stairs. I only know where we’re going because of the floor plans King poured over.
At the top of the staircase, I turn toward the stern. The main bedroom is the full width of the back of the yacht, and he’s got some surprises waiting for everyone.
A long, carpeted hallway with soft lighting leads to a set of double doors. We pass a handful of rooms along the way. This thing really has everything. There’s an office with two desks. Plenty of guest suites. Rooms for the crew. A handful of VIP suites.
We find them naked on a giant bed, with room for all of us. Katherine’s on her back on the white covers, hair fanned out over King’s arm. They’re making out like they’ll never get enough of each other. And boy, do I know that feeling.
I set the drinks on the nightstand, kick off my loafers, and reach for the hem of my shirt. We’re not wasting a second ever again.
Next to me, Alex strips his shirt off, tossing it to the pile on the floor. God, he’s gorgeous. My tongue feels too thick for my mouth. He shootsme a sexy little smirk that’s new to our relationship, but I’ve come to realize means,like what you see?
And the answer is so fucking much.
That broad chest short-circuits my brain.
The moans coming from the bed are the perfect soundtrack for this moment. Lazy. Sensual.
Alex hooks a hand around my neck, pulling me closer. I cup his cheeks and lift my lips to his. He’s always down for a steamy make-out session, and I fucking love the way he uses his tongue. My cock stands at attention, weeping in no time flat.
He sucks on my tongue and drops his hands to my pants, popping the button, and then easing the zipper down. I whimper like the eager deviant I am. He slides the heel of his hand down the underside of my shaft, and I sever the kiss as I gasp for breath.
He’s still smirking like he conquered a new land but bends to shuck my slacks. I’m not prepared for the way he rakes his fingertips up my thighs on the return trip. My body snaps like a whip, and shivers race across my skin.
“Someone’s ticklish,” Alex murmurs.
“Oh yeah,” King chimes in.
We glance over to find him propped up against the plush headboard, skin shining like gold beneath the puck light in the ceiling. Katherine leans back against his chest, one hand gliding up and down theinside of his calf. I swear I feel a phantom touch up my leg. She’s got hold of his other hand, pressing kisses up and down his forearm.
“Fuck—” The word escapes on a sigh. “You guys are perfection.”
Katherine beams.
“Alex, check out the top drawer of the dresser over there.” He nods to the gleaming built-in beneath the window. Every wooden surface in this space is polished enough to see your reflection.
Alex takes two steps away from me and reaches for the knob. A fleet of sex toys lay in a nest of velvet. He hums his approval, hand hovering over the collection.
I join him, marveling that King thought of everything in such a short span of time. But then, I’m starting to wonder if he hasn’t been dreaming up this yacht for years. I grab a large unicorn horn vibrator and hold it up for them to see.
The silicone is slightly translucent, with a gradient of teal, purple, and pink, hints of sparkle embedded throughout. I twist the dial on the bottom, and the thing almost buzzes right out of my hand. Katherine’s smile disappears as she bites her lower lip. King thumbs her nipple, distracting and teasing her. Her color’s high and her breathing a bit shallow.
“That one’s guaranteed to makeher fly,” he says.
