“Five minutes," I tell him as I strip off my suit jacket and tie.
He starts pacing as I take off the rest of my clothes and then reach for the swim trunks I tossed on the couch earlier. We’re so far away from land that it doesn’t matter if I undress out here on the sun deck. The only person that can see this part of the yacht is Captain Phil, and I have no doubt he’s going to be watching closely. He was best friends with our father and loved our step-mother almost as much as our father did.
Jace is a ball of energy while I sit down on the couch and try to stay calm. Not only do we look identical, but our tastes run exactly the same. We’ve been after Marina for so long, longer than we should have been. I’ve been hard all day knowing what’s to come, and now that it’s here, I can feel the excitement radiating all over my body. The anticipation is almost too much to control.
“Goodness,” Marina says as she almost stumbles out of the living room and onto the sun deck.
She chose the pink bikini. The triangles barely cover her nipples as her full tits hang out on the sides and underneath. The scrap of fabric covering her pussy is the size of a postage stamp, and my mouth fucking waters.
“I’ve got you,” Jace tells her as he hurries to her side and holds her arm. “Everything all right?”
I stay seated because if I go to her, I’m not sure I’ll be able to control myself. Instead, I let my eyes eat up all of her smooth, soft skin.
“I think it’s the water,” she says, giggling. “Or the champagne.”
“The ocean has a tendency to do that,” Jace says as he slides an arm around her waist.
Her hips are so thick the string on the bikini disappears on the side. My teeth ache to bite her there. She sees me watching her, and I notice her hands trying to cover her body. That won’t do.
“I’d like you to come model it for us,” I tell her, nodding to the place in front of me. “We need to see how the suit will fit based on movement.”
“Movement?”
She sounds confused as Jace leads her closer to me and then reluctantly releases her. He takes a seat on the couch, his hands going to his lap to cover his erection. Mine is already tucked under the waistband of my trunks, and the fat head is starting to poke out.
“Yes. These swimsuits need to be tested.”
“Sure, that makes sense.” She smiles at us shyly, still keeping her hands in front of her to hide her body.
“Hands above your head,” I order, and though she seems reluctant, she raises her hands. “Good girl.” She blushes at the praise, and Jace scoots forward in his seat like a hungry dog with a steak dangling in front of his face. “Now I want you to turn around and bend over.”
“W-what?” Her eyes widen as she looks between us.
“Is there a problem, Marina?” I wait for her to answer me, but she shakes her head. “This is an opportunity for you to make a lot of money. But if you want us to take you back?—”
“No,” she says quickly, cutting me off. “No, not at all.” Her smile is brighter this time, and she seems willing to please. “I’m so happy to be here, Mr. Ian and Mr. Jace. I’ll do anything you want.”
“That’s good to hear,” I tell her and then nod for her to follow my order.
She sways only slightly as she turns to face away from us. Then I hold my breath as she bends over, sticking her ass out. The bikini bottoms are wedged between her ass cheeks, and I have to swallow to keep the drool from spilling out of my mouth.
“Fuck,” Jace whispers from beside me. “Come on, bro. I’m dying.”
I glance over at him and see he’s visibly shaking with need. I look back at Marina and grin.
“Did you hear that?” I ask him, and he grins back at me. “That was the sound of the dinner bell.”
ChapterThree
MARINA
My head feels fuzzy and my body warm. A wave of lust hits me all at once, and I almost laugh out loud at how ridiculous I must look. I’m standing with my ass in the air, the world tilting slightly. Was there something in the champagne?
The thought hits me, but then it quickly fades away. I dissolve into a fit of giggles and have to cover them with my hand to get them to stop. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but it’s nice. I can feel my cheeks flush, heat blooming across my collarbones, down between my breasts, and settling deep in my stomach.
“Turn around,” Ian says, his voice soft and almost gentle.
I do what he says but keep my hand against my mouth. The giggles won’t stop bubbling up. At the motion, the world tilts, just a little, and I have to widen my stance to keep my balance. The brothers are watching me from the couch, and I can't stop staring at them. They remind me of predators with how their eyes follow me with such intensity.
