by T L Swan
Why does he even have it? What if he gets caught copying this down? Who did he copy this from?
Shit, I continue down the list.
1140 DMDPick up after deliveryStatue
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1289WPPADFlooring
1140. DMD. What is that? What is DMD? God, I really do need to find out what all of this shit means. Whatever it is, it’s in a statue. I wonder how big of a statue?
I tap my foot as I think. Okay, the first thing I need to do is find the container and try to get into it. Which container do I want? I go back through the list with my pen. It needs to be small enough for me to…
I have to ask him how I’m getting off this ship. Maybe I will be searched?
So much to think about. I put the phone back where it belongs and after carefully hiding my note, hop into the shower.
I let the hot water run over me as I try to devise a plan.
I’m going to do this, Momma. This is my chance and I’m taking it. I’m breaking free.
* * *
“Ready to go?” Angela asks from the corridor as I open the door. I smile, grateful she has been so nice to me and has come to get me to take me with her for the day.
“So where are we going again?” I ask.
“Top deck?”
I frown.
“Up on top of the control room we have a place that we call top deck. Sun lounges and the gym and stuff are up there.”
I raise my eyebrows in shock. “Sun lounges?”
She laughs. “Don’t get too excited, it’s a long way from Ibiza. You have a swimming suit, don’t you?”
“Um.” I frown. “Oh, I think I do in that bag of stuff. Let me check.” I shuffle around in the plastic bag and find the white bikini. “Here it is.” I cringe as I hold it up and inspect it.
“Put it on.” She smirks
“Okay.” I slip into the bathroom and put on the tiny bikini.
“Hurry up,” Angela calls.
“Oh God, it’s fucking obscene,” I shout back.
“Let me see.”
I tentatively open the door as I look down at myself in the white, Lycra, barely-there, string bikini.
Angela raises her eyebrows in approval. “Very nice. Mac’s going to love you in that.”
I frown as I try to stretch the top to cover more of my boobs. “Do you think so?”
She smiles warmly. “I know so.”
I glance over at her. I want to ask her so many things about him. Like why is he on this God forsaken boat? How long has it been since he slept with Chelsea? Does he have someone at home waiting for him? Is he really nice and insanely gorgeous, or am I becoming delusional and developing Stockholm Syndrome? I know I shouldn’t care about any of the answers to my questions, and to be honest, the less I know about him the better. He is a means to an end. He will keep me safe until I get off this boat and that is all I need to know. The rest doesn’t matter. I wish it really didn’t matter to me… but somehow it secretly does. I grab my towel. Ten minutes later I am being led to the top deck.
“Here it is.” Angela holds her arms up. “Our own special kind of paradise.”
I laugh out loud. “Yes, I can see.” The area is about ten meters square and there are ten white deck chairs in a semi circle, and the floor is covered in fake grass. It is the epitome of the eighties. To the left is a large glass room that houses the gym. I can see a guy in there working out. Angela spreads her towel out on a chair and lies down. “Take a seat.”
I spread my towel out, sit down beside her, lie back, and close my eyes. The sun is warm and welcoming.
We lie for a long time in silence. “How long did you say you have been on this boat for?” I ask.
Angela screws up her face as she thinks. “A couple of years.”
I glance over at her. “Explain this two men thing to me.”
She smiles with her eyes closed as she inhales the sun. “If you had asked me ten years ago if this is the life I imagined for myself.”
I watch her.
She shakes her head. “No way in Hell would I have imagined being happy here, living the way I do.”
“Are you?”
“Am I what?”
“Happy?” I frown, because I can’t imagine that she could be.
She smiles broadly. “I have never been so happy.”
I fall back and face the sun as her words roll around in my head.
“Once I let go of my childhood aspirations and let myself live in the moment, I stopped being disappointed with everything.”
I glance over at her. “What do you mean?” I ask.
She shrugs. “I thought to be happy I had to have the three kids and the white picket fence in the suburbs with the perfect husband.”
“That’s how I feel,” I murmur.
“It’s all fucking bullshit. All of it.”
I think for a moment. “I just don’t get…” I stop myself, knowing this is none of my business and I really shouldn’t comment.
“How I’m with two men?” she asks.
I bring my hand up to shield my face from the sun. “I guess.”
“Neither could I for a long time. I never meant for it to turn out like this and I still remember the night I met them. It was about four in the morning and they were walking down the street after coming out of a nightclub. My boyfriend had just beat me up pretty bad and I had a bleeding lip and was running as I tried to get away from him.”
I watch her as I imagine the scenario in my mind.
“Jack grabbed me and I was screaming hysterically.” She pauses for a moment.
“Who, your ex?” I ask.
“Yes. He went ballistic that Jack had me in his arms and kicked me hard from behind.”
“Fuck,” I whisper. “Sounds hectic.”
“It was. Rick went crazy and they started having a fist fight.” She pauses as she thinks for a moment. “He was a nasty bit of gear my ex.”
“What happened then?”
“Jack made sure I was safe and then he helped Rick fight him off.”
“God.” I watch her for a moment. I can’t imagine being bashed by a boyfriend. How horrible?
“Anyway, to cut a long story short, I didn’t want to go home because I knew he would come there looking for me. They offered to put me up for the night.”
I smile.
She glances over at me. “What?”
“So you came back to the boat and fucked them both?” I laugh as I shake my head.
“No, nothing like that.” She smiles broadly. “We went back to Jack’s house and I slept in the spare room.”
I smile as I imagine it.
“They were perfect gentleman. Jack’s marriage had just broken up and Rick was getting over a broken heart.”
“Jack was married?” I ask.
She nods. “Yes, the bitch played up on him when he was out to sea.”
“Oh.”
“Anyway, I ended up staying in the spare room at Rick’s for the week with the two of them. Just as friends.”
I smile. “Yeah sure.”
“No, I’m serious. We were just friends, there was no uncomfortable dating thing. They talked about their women and I talked about my guy openly. We somehow formed a bond.”
I glance over at her. This story seems a little too good to be true. “Then what?”
She shrugs. “Then they had to come back to sea so they offered me to stay in the apartment while they were gone as a safe place.”
“Did you?”
She nods and smiles. “Yeah and I got my shit together a bit and saved a little money to repay them when they got back.”
“How long were they gone for?”
“Eight weeks.”
“So you stayed in their house rent free for eight weeks?”
“Yes. They let me have a safe house.”
“Wow, that’s nice.”
“I know. We talked on the phone while they were gone and…” She pauses as she remembers. “When they came back they
were home for six weeks. I had planned to move out as soon as they got back, but they wouldn’t let me.”
I frown. “So how does it go from three friends to three lovers?”
“After about a month of living with the two of them I started becoming attracted to both of them. Different things in each man.”
I frown. “Like what?”
She shrugs. “Jack is affectionate and sweet and caring. He dotes on me and I adore him.”
“And Rick?” I ask.
“Rick is hot… like I need to fuck him all night long, hot.”
I laugh. God, I know that feeling. A certain person springs to mind.
“We went out for dinner one night and we all had a few drinks. They told me that they both had wanted to ask me out on a date, but because they knew the other one liked me, they hadn’t.”
I smirk. This story is kind of cool. “What did you say?”
She laughs. “I told them that I was attracted to both of them as well and that I would move out the next day as it was obvious that things were getting complicated.”
I watch her as she lies with her eyes closed to shield out the sun. “Then what?” I ask.
“When I was going to bed that night Jack came into my room and kissed me goodnight. There was tongue.”
I bite my bottom lip as I imagine the scenario. “Oh.”
“And then Rick came in and asked me if he could kiss me, too.”
“And you said yes?” I am sitting up in my chair by this time.
She shakes her head. “I still don’t believe it. We sort of made out on the bed for a while… the three of us.”
My eyes widen. “So the guys get it on together, too?”
She shakes her head. “No. Not at first.”
“God.” Does that mean they do now?
“Anyway, we ended up doing the deed that night. The three of us. It wasn’t sleazy and it wasn’t cheap. They worshipped me and I have never felt so taken care of in my life.”
I frown. “Do you take the two of them at once?”
She shakes her head. “No. Not for a long time. It started out just foreplay and I would kiss them both and they would basically take turns making love to me. I take a while to orgasm, so I can go for a long time. And then over the next year we dabbled in anal.”
I sit still as I listen. This is the most interesting story I think I have ever heard.
“And then over the next year I learned how to take them both.”
“What’s that like?” I ask. I have only ever read raunchy books like this. I’ve never actually talked to anyone who does it for real.
She smiles broadly. “The best fucking thing you could ever imagine. To be able to have two men that you are in love with to be able to be inside you at the same time is insane.”
“You love them both?”
“Desperately.”
“And they love you?”
She nods and smiles. “And just recently they have started to love each other.”
“What? Oh my God.” I giggle. “Do they fuck? Like… each other?” I ask.
“No. It’s been a process. They aren’t gay and have never been attracted to men, but we only have sex together as three.”
“It’s never one on one with either of them?”
She shakes her head. “No. I won’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t want to risk falling for one harder than the other. If it’s not broken why fix it?”
I nod. “Good point.”
“I’ve recently been thinking that it’s not fair that I get to have sex with two other people and they don’t. So I have asked them to experiment with each other, so to speak.”
I sit up in my chair. “What did they say?”
“Well, I didn’t just say it out of the blue. I’d noticed that they were more affectionate with each other. We spend a lot of time naked and in bed together. It’s only natural that they had become comfortable with each other’s bodies. Like, when we were in the shower they would wash me, but then they would also wash each other, and when we cuddle they would put their arms around the three of us and stuff.”
I smile as I watch her.
“One night, we were in bed and I asked them if it would be alright if they kissed each other. I could tell they both wanted to but were nervous and didn’t want to be labelled as gay. I told them that it would be a massive turn on and could they just try it for me. I reassured them that what goes on between the three of us stays between the three of us.”
“Did they kiss?” I ask.
She nods. “It was the most beautiful, fucking hottest thing I have ever seen in my life. I think it surprised them how natural it felt.”
I shake my head in disbelief. I really need to get out more.
“So we are taking baby steps. We are getting close and it won’t be long before the three of us do actually all fuck each other.”
“What do they do… to each other I mean?”
“Don’t you tell anyone any of this,” she replies as her eyes flicker around.
I shake my head. “No, I would never.”
“We all kiss and we all go down on each other. I can see them falling for each other a little more each day. The extended glances and the tenderness between them is clear to see. They are comfortable with fooling around, but it is a big step for a straight man to take another man anally.”
I smile. God, this is not the story I imagined. I thought she was a prostitute who was paid by the two of them to stick around.
“When it does happen it will be beautiful and I am the lucky girl who gets to be there when they both lose their virginity, so to speak.” She smiles.
I lie back in my chair speechless. Blow me down. That is the story of a lifetime.
“So how did you end up on the boat?” I frown.
“I couldn’t be without them and I would rather be out here bored than living alone at home.”
I smile and take her hand in mine. “Thank you for telling me that. You didn’t have to.”
“Like I said, as soon as I put my moral beliefs behind me, my happiness started. I can’t imagine my life with anyone else or being with one and not the other. We are a package deal. The three misfits.”
I hear a bang of a door from behind us and I turn to see Mac and three men walk into the gym. He glances up and smiles sexily as his eyes drop down my body. He gives me a subtle wave.
I feel my heart somersault in my chest and I wave back. I watch him start to stretch as he talks and laugh with his two friends. He sits down and begins to do stomach crunches and every time he leans forward and touches his elbows to his knees, I feel my insides clench. While he’s wearing a white t-shirt and navy sports shorts, I can see every muscle flex in his shoulders and arms. For an extended time, I sit and watch him. I have never been with anyone like him before. He’s covered in tattoos and full of mystery, and yet I think it may just be the sexiest thing I have ever seen. I snap my eyes away from him in disgust with myself. Are you fucking kidding yourself? He has kidnapped you and is keeping you here against your will. I stare out over the sea as I think. That’s not true and I know it. He kidnapped me to save my life. It’s changed between us now. The feelings I have for him have changed. I don’t fear him, I don’t hate him, and if I am being totally honest with myself, I feel safer and happier when I’m in his company. He didn’t lie to me today about his real name. Why does it make me so happy and relieved that he didn’t lie?
“How are things going with you and Mac?” Angela asks, interrupting my thoughts.
“Oh.” I hesitate before I answer. “Okay,” I reply flatly.
She raises her eyebrows. “Just okay?”
I shrug. “As okay as they can be, I suppose.”
She nods, deep in thought, and we stay silent for a while longer. My eyes flicker back to him inside the gym. He’s now doing chin ups on a high bar and I watch him go up and down with ease. His biceps and shoulders are huge and the veins run thickly down his
inner forearms. My insides begin to melt at the sight of him. His sandy blonde hair hangs messily over his face, and his chiselled jaw has a five o’clock shadow covering it. He’s just so… what would it feel like to have him inside of me? My eyes drop to his behind and I get a visual of him on top of me where I’m holding that hot ass as he pumps me hard with that huge dick. Fuck. It would be so good. I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from smiling broadly. I’ve never seen a criminal with such straight, white teeth. He probably had braces, which implies he grew up with a little money behind his family.
“Do you know much about Mac?” I ask.
Angela frowns with her face to the sun and her eyes still closed. “I stalked him once on Facebook when we were on the mainland. He doesn’t have any social media.”
“Hmm.” I frown. “Does he have a girlfriend or wife?”
She shakes her head. “No, I don’t think so. The boys said not.”
I stay silent. The question I really want to ask is burning a hole in my tightly sealed lips.
Angela must be able to sense my apprehension in asking. “What?” She smirks.
“How often does he…” I pause. I can’t even say it out loud because it’s so gross. “Does he sleep with the girls on the ship?” I murmur.
Angela shrugs. “Not often.” She glances over at me. “I think it’s only a desperate times calling for desperate measures, kind of thing. He is only male, remember, and we are out here for a long time.”
“All of them?” I ask quietly.
She shrugs and grabs my hand in hers. “None of them for a long time.”
I frown. “How long is a long time?”
“I don’t know. A couple of months, I suppose. It’s only ever been really late at night when he is quite drunk and seems to get the hell out of there as soon as it is finished.”
“Yuck,” I whisper and put my head back on my chair in despair.
“I imagine he is one hot fuck.” She smirks.
I smile broadly. “Honestly?” I raise a brow in question.
She laughs and covers her face with her hands. “Oh God. Don’t tell me he’s a dud in bed and ruin the fantasy I have of him in my mind.”
“Can you keep a secret?” I ask. God knows why but I feel closer to Angela than I probably should. She has this honest quality about her and I really, really like it.