by Bella Jewel
Spike narrows his eyes and glances at the bartender as she walks past, making sure she’s not listening to our conversation. Everyone is watching us, according to him. We’re on high alert, and the security and few police officers on the ship are investigating while we wait to reach the next port. They’ve announced they’ve turned the ship around and are traveling back to the original port due to an emergency and everyone will receive a refund or tickets to the next cruise. It’s safe to say people were not happy. At all.
The ship has been providing free drinks and entertainment to try and satiate the angry mob and, mostly, that’s working, but a lot of them are still incredibly unhappy to be sent home. Some of them can’t make the next cruise, having taken a break from work for these dates. The ship is going to get a lot of complaints, but I suppose there isn’t a great deal they can do. They have to return. They have two dead bodies on board. Where they’ve put them, I don’t want to know.
In a sense, I guess they’ve handled it well. Considering if they announced the fact that two people were killed, the ship would break out into utter chaos. The chaos they’ve created is a lot kinder on people, especially those with families. They can still enjoy the last few days as we make our way back, and they still get to enjoy the cruise ship and everything it has to offer. That’s better than nothing, right?
I can’t say I’m not disappointed, though.
All I wanted was a damned vacation, now I’ve been slammed with this.
Is it too much to ask to get some time away without the damned drama?
Of course it is.
“How the fuck do you know that?” he asks, looking to me and bringing me back to the conversation we were having.
He thinks the Jokers Wrath boys and girls have something to do with it. Apparently one of the men who passed away had a note in his back pocket with Jackson and Maddox’s name on it. Indicating somehow he had something to do with both clubs. Yet, none of us have ever even heard of the two men who died. They were staff, and as far as we know, we never even met them during a meal, or drinks, or even entering the ship.
So why the hell did they put our names on a piece of paper?
Better yet, whoever killed them put our names on that paper, wanting us to take the heat.
Someone figured out we’re part of a club and thought they had come up with the ultimate plan. It’s genius, really. The two police on board have been questioning us and only us, not once looking at anyone else on board. Their little plan worked, whoever killed those two men are running free right now.
Which is all the more reason for us ladies to find out who in the hell did it, so we can walk off this ship with clear names.
We have precisely one and half days left to do that.
Even I know we’re not that good, but hell if we’re not going to try.
“Come on, babe,” I say, shaking my head. “You’re not stupid, I know you’re not. The fact that a name from a member of both clubs was on that paper slip, and now the heat is on us, tells us whoever did it is smart. The Jokers wouldn’t put the heat on themselves, they’re not stupid. Someone else did this, and you know it.”
“Someone who could have beef with them ...” he points out.
“Why put us down, then? Why not just them?”
He runs his hands through his hair. “I don’t fuckin’ know, Ciara.”
Shit. He’s using my full name.
He’s stressed out. Understandably.
“We’ll figure this out,” I say, squeezing his arm. “For tonight, let’s just enjoy each other a little bit. There is nothing we can do right now. Jackson and Cade are already onto it, asking questions. Maddox has his boys onto it, too. We’re going to pull up in a few days, and thus far, I have barely enjoyed you. Let me have one moment of that.”
He looks to me, then reaches over, running a thumb over my bottom lip. “Okay, baby. One night, then I gotta focus.”
I grin, glancing at the bartender. “Can we have another round, please?”
He nods and lines up some more shots.
We both take one, and I turn to Spike. “To us.”
He clinks my glass. “To us.”
Then we down the shots.
If I only get one night of this vacation to enjoy, I’m going to make it a good one.
I’m going to fuck my man until we both forget what’s going on.
Oh, yes.
We’re going to enjoy ourselves.
I PAUSE IN THE HALL leading to the toilets and glance to my left. A small hall leads down to the office at the back, and if you continue on straight ahead, you’ll find the toilets. The hall is dark, and I can only see the faint glow of the office light at the end of the hall. It’s blocked off with a big plastic chain, saying staff only, yet I can’t seem to stop myself from peering down as I hear the soft whimpers coming from the end of the hall.
The slapping sounds.
The moans.
Someone is fucking.
I duck underneath the chain and walk closer. I’m in the dark now, but as I near closer to the light coming out from under the office door, I see two people pressed against the wall just beside the door. He’s got her back against the wall, her leg up around his hip and he’s fucking her. Slow and deep, her fingers clawing into his back, his mouth on her neck. Something sparks to life deep in my core, something I haven’t felt for such a long time.
Desire.
Real desire.
Spike and I used to love watching people fuck. God, it was like his little fetish. He introduced me to a whole new world of pleasure when we first met, but as the years went on and we had kids, we stopped doing it. The long-held desire I put to bed comes raging back up to the surface as I watch the man’s hips move, plunging his cock into the female, making her moans turn into desperate but soft pleas for him to keep going.
I should go.
I just came to pee. Not to watch two people fucking in a way I’ve longed to be fucked for some time now.
I go to step back when a hard body presses against my back. I freeze, for a moment not sure if it’s Spike who has come up behind me or someone else. When I feel the lips against my neck, and the warm hand that slides up my side, I know it’s Spike. I’d know him anywhere.
“What have you found, baby?” he murmurs, rubbing his hands up my side.
People are walking past, and yet we’re in far enough that it’s dark. With the loud pumping of the club, it’s very hard to hear anything. It’s only that I was curious and stopped that I happened to hear a moan, even so, I could have kept walking. Instead I came in here, and Spike obviously followed.
“We should go,” I whisper, tipping my head toward his when he bends down to find my jaw. Our lips graze, and something inside me just starts pounding. My heart, my pussy, I don’t know, but the desperation I feel right now is so intense I’m struggling to make sense of it.
“Or I could fuck you, right here, listening to them. Watching them. It’s been a long time, honey.”
Oh, god.
I should say no.
It’s not right.
But my body has other ideas.
Especially when his hard cock pushes up against my bottom, and my pussy aches so hard my knees nearly give way. I need him to fuck me, and I need him to do it here.
Not giving me another moment to think it through, his hand goes down and slips up underneath my dress. When he reaches my panties, he pauses and growls, “You’re already drenched, you bad fuckin’ girl.”
“Please,” I whisper to him, not wanting the other people to hear us.
They’ve only got a few minutes left, judging by how he’s panting, and then they’re going to stop and see us. We don’t have long, but I want this more than I’ve wanted anything in a long time. I want Spike to put his cock deep inside me while we listen to the cries of passion from those two strangers.
I wish I could say I feel wrong about it, you know, watching other people having sex without them knowing, but I don’t. All I want is t
o feel the exact same way they’re feeling right now.
I want that pleasure.
Spike’s fingers graze through the wet folds of my pussy, and I clamp my teeth together to stop the desperate whimper from escaping my lips. When he finds my clit, he rubs it softly as he reaches for his jeans with his free hand. He knows we don’t have time for foreplay. He knows we need this hard, fast, and quick.
The man fucking the woman stops and, for a moment, so do we. I hold my breath and watch, squinting my eyes as he pulls out of her and turns her around, pressing her hands against the wall, then he runs his hands over her ass before putting his cock back in her and starting the ruthless fucking again. I exhale softly—for a moment there we had to hold everything dead silent so they didn’t hear us in their silence.
She’s back to whimpering again.
I need Spike.
Now.
I feel his cock against my ass, and then using his hands and his own strength, he grabs one of my legs on the inside of my thigh, raising it a little and pulling it back toward him. The other hand releases my clit and comes around across my chest to stop me falling forward. Then his cock is inside me. It’s a position I must admit feels a little unstable, we could topple over at any moment. But I trust him, I know he’s strong, and I know he wouldn’t let me fall.
I fight a moan when his cock sheaths itself fully inside my pussy. His whole body tenses, and then he starts fucking me. Hard, but not too hard because the other people could very well hear his skin slapping against mine. Fast, but once again not too fast because of the same reason. Still, he fucks me with a ferocity that tells me I better reach orgasm quick, because this won’t last long.
I hear the woman’s moan of pleasure, and the man growls, “Fuck your pussy is so sweet. I want to stay buried in here for so long.”
That’s enough to get my body sparking to life.
I grit my teeth and focus on the people ahead, watching as the faint glow allows me to see only a little bit, but enough to get me right where I need to be. The way he’s dragging his cock out of her pussy, the way she’s slapping her hands against the wall, I throw my head back and hold my breath as an orgasm so strong takes over my body. It takes every ounce of willpower not to scream as the best feeling grips me.
Spike’s pace quickens, his fingers dig into my thighs, and then I feel his cock pulse as he cums hard inside me too. His quick exhale of breath tells me he’s working just as hard on not making any sounds as I am.
He stops moving for a moment, and we hear the man’s pace get quicker, and then his roar of pleasure fills the small hallway. Spike pulls out of me, knowing we have a matter of minutes, and I quickly adjust myself, feeling the warm liquid running down my leg, making me blush over the fact that we just fucked in public, watching people, and I loved every second of it.
Spike adjusts his jeans, and then takes my hand and we turn to walk away when a voice calls out, “Wait.”
I stop, holding my breath, and Spike stops, too.
For a moment, we just stand there, scared to move.
Was he talking to us, or her?
“Yeah, you two, wait.”
Oh, god.
He’s talking to us.
We both turn slowly to see the man striding toward us, his jeans undone at the top, his body rising and falling with his panting breaths. He stops in front of us, and I can see he’s exceptionally good looking, with soft brown hair and what seems to be brown eyes. He’s well built, broad, and incredibly handsome.
“Did you like what you saw?” he asks, his voice still husky from sex.
Neither of us can say anything.
What is there to say?
We just got caught.
The man leans forward, more toward me than Spike and says, “We’re in room 34A. Anytime you want to watch again. We like to do the same.”
With that, he turns and walks off.
Oh, boy.
That was not what I was expecting at all.
A little thrill runs through me.
Maybe these last few days will be good after all.
6
JAYLAH
“HO, HO, HO, HAVE YOU been a good girl this year?” the overly enthusiastic dress up Santa asks as he comes bounding in my direction in the shopping area of the ship.
He’s very happy. Very cheery. I mean, this is a Christmas cruise, even though Christmas is another few weeks away. There have been so many holiday events, but I’ve not had time to go to any of them. I had very much planned on attending a Christmas show, or maybe one of the pool parties they have, but no, two people had to go and get themselves killed and now we have to clean up the mess.
Damn you, Christmas.
All I wanted for Christmas was my biker, to be happy and inside me, deep inside me.
God, I sound like a deranged nun who is ready to throw the towel in and go on a man hunt for dick.
I need dick, more than I need this damned Santa merrily grabbing his stomach and pretending he’s laughing as I stare at him, with a disgusted look on my face.
“Have you been a good girl this year, Santa?” I ask, tipping my head to the side.
The big fat bastard stops laughing and his head jerks back a little. “Santa isn’t a girl, young lady, Santa is a man.”
“Oh, really,” I say, rubbing my chin. “How can I be sure? I mean, Santa has a pretty feminine voice this year.”
If I could see his expression, I’d know he was pissed. I don’t even care. He’s annoying me and I want to push him over until his Jolly ass bounces.
That’s horrible.
I’m horrible.
I love Santa. I really do.
I love Christmas. But this year you could say my Christmas spirit has been ... well ... murdered.
“You won’t be getting anything but a big black piece of coal in your stocking this year, missy.”
I grin. “I’m not fussy, Santa. As long as it’s big and black, I’m happy ... If you know what I’m saying ...”
He presses a hand to his chest, and I give him an awkward smile. Probably took that a little far. “It’s a joke, Santa.”
“Santa!” two kids say, running toward him and stopping in front of him, taking his attention away from me.
Thank god.
I turn to walk off and see a woman glaring at me. I’m guessing the mother of these two children; I’m also guessing she heard what I just said by the look on her face.
“Oh, don’t act like you’re not wishing for the same thing,” I mutter as I pass her.
“Disgusting!” she hisses under her breath.
Yeah, yeah, so sue me. I’m a nasty girl with a bad attitude.
I storm out of the shopping area and away from the damned Christmas tunes they’re pumping out. I can’t bear to listen to another round of “Jingle Bells”. I’ll claw my damned eyes out.
God, I’m moody.
So damned moody.
I’m pissed, to put it mildly. This was meant to be fun. In one day we were meant to be arriving at an island, full of local people who would put pretty flower chains around our neck and show us the way of their world. We would lie on a beach, drinking cocktails, soaking in the sun and forgetting the world. Now we’re going to end up right back where we started, only with cops throwing cuffs on our hands instead of flowers around our neck.
I’m disappointed.
And just frustrated.
So frustrated.
“There you are!” Ash says, rushing toward me when I reach our floor.
“What is it?” I ask, stopping and crossing my arms.
“I found two staff members who were friends with the two that died. It wasn’t hard to find out. We’re going to talk to them, you in?”
Santana rounds the corner, followed by Ciara, Addison, and Serenity. I guess we’re all going. Sounds good to me.
Is it too early to start drinking?
Probably, and yet still I find it hard to think about anything else when I’m sulking like this. I re
ally do wish things would just be done with so we could get back to our vacation. I know that isn’t going to happen, even if we do miraculously find out who killed those men before we arrive home.
This cruise ship isn’t turning back around.
“I’m in,” I mutter, huffing loudly.
“What’s wrong, honey?” Ciara asks, falling in step beside me as we start walking toward the elevator to take us I ... have no idea where.
I can talk to Ciara, right?
I mean, we’re sort of family, really. With the kids dating and all of that.
“I’m pissed that my cruise is ending, but I’m also kind of glad it is because Mack barely looks at me and when he does, all I get are grumbles and muttered responses. I wish he’d just tell me he didn’t want me anymore, so we could be done with it.”
“He wants you, of course he does. Mack isn’t the sort of man to stay around if he isn’t feeling it, I know because Diesel seems to be the same way. They’re moody, they withdraw when something is going on. Maybe you need to ask him what that is, have you tried that?”
When she says that, I realize that I haven’t come out and directly asked him. Mostly because Mack isn’t the chatty type, and I learned a long time ago just to let him be and he’ll tell me if he needs to, and usually that works and he gets over it but this time he seems to be really hanging on. Maybe I should have asked him sooner.
“No, not because I don’t care, either, but mostly because I just know he’s the kind of man you give space to. Only this time it’s dragging on. He hasn’t touched me in months, he barely speaks to me, it kills.”
Ciara reaches over and squeezes my arm. “Firstly, you need to sit him down and ask what’s going on. Just straight in, no pulling punches. If he doesn’t tell you, then you need to tell him how it’s affecting you. If it doesn’t stop then you need space. That’ll suck, believe me, but sometimes it’s the only way with men like that. When you get home, you go and stay with someone a few days, a week, whatever it takes for him to pull his head in. He’ll either talk to you, or he won’t, but if he doesn’t then you have your answer about where you stand.”