Two if by Sea

by Marie Carnay

  Maybe he wasn’t all that different from Daphne after all.

  “Don’t you two have something else to do?”

  George tensed, mouth half-open to give Damon a piece of his mind, when he stopped. Good boy.

  He set his half-finished beer on the bar. “Yes, sir.”

  Bill followed suit. “I’ll be ready with all the numbers first thing in the morning, Mr. Whitfield.”

  “I’ll be expecting you.”

  The men hurried off and Damon pushed them out of his mind. The last thing he needed to be focused on were a pair of employees with wagging tongues. They sure as hell didn’t shake their hips the way Daphne did.

  It was about time he joined the party.

  Damon set his empty glass on the counter and stepped out onto the floor. The crowd, the beat, the recklessness of a dance party on the Stardust. It surrounded him. Sweat and alcohol. Sex and laughter.

  The sea of bodies parted and Daphne’s lithe frame came into view. “There you are. I almost lost you in all these people.” He wrapped an arm around her middle and tugged her close.

  Daphne’s chest bumped against his, a stray lock of hair fell in her face, and if he didn’t know any better, he could have sworn that she trembled as he held her. The tempo of the music slowed and his hands slinked down her back to rest on the rise of her ass.

  She panted.

  He gripped her tighter.

  “What are you doing?” Her question barely made it to his ear.

  He grinned and leaned close. “Dancing.”

  “Do you always paw everyone you dance with?”

  Damon chuckled. “Only the ones I can’t get off my mind.” He brushed her hair off her ear and kissed her neck. “Besides, Tony doesn’t like it when I get too close.”

  Daphne gasped as he kissed her again, his lips blazing a trail down her moist skin to her collarbone. As he rocked her body against his, Tony slid up to join them.

  “I thought you’d decided to sit this one out.”

  “No. Just enjoying the view.”

  “There’s room enough in this party for a third, isn’t there?”

  “Of course.”

  Tony slid his hands around Daphne’s front, slipping between her and Damon. Closer and closer he shimmied, until he covered her whole backside. They engulfed her.

  Daphne spun around in Damon’s grasp and he took advantage, grabbing her by the hips and dragging her ass backward.

  His cock throbbed as he rubbed her ass against him, side to side, up and down. Would she bolt? Knee one of them in the crotch and demand to leave? He’d watched her dance with Tony. He’d seen how wild she could be. But two men? Would it scare her off?

  Her whole body tensed and Damon held his breath. One, two, three… Daphne didn’t bolt. She reached for Tony’s shirt and tugged him closer.

  Yes. This is what Damon needed. This was what he couldn’t live without. Tony wasn’t his lover. Hell, sometimes they hated each other. But he’d been his closest friend for years. The only man he’d ever share a woman with.

  The pair of them together were better than either on their own. With a woman between them, they could light the night on fire. He hoped Daphne would be the woman tonight.

  He could see her now: red curls fanned across the bedsheets, pale skin glowing as an orgasm ripped through her. Damon needed her body. Her cries of pleasure. He needed her to say yes.

  * * *

  DAPHNE

  Oh my God. Hands. Large, strong, stroke you all night hands were everywhere. She didn’t know where Damon ended and Tony began. Testosterone and sex. It bored into her brain and addled her senses. Soaked her panties.

  How could this be happening?

  Daphne didn’t know down from up or right from wrong anymore. This was different than any other night at a club. Different than any date she’d ever had.

  A parade of failed romances flitted through her head. So many respectable guys—the ones she’d met through co-workers and well-intentioned friends. They might look good on paper and have an orthodontist-made smile, but half of them had bored her to tears before the main course.

  The handful of dirty boys she’d met by chance had been sexy, but shallow. Kyle from the bar and Dominic from the gym. That one who’d kissed her against the wall of her apartment building and then asked for cab money back home. She didn’t even remember his name.

  God, she’d had some real winners. But not a single one had ever turned her into this. Daphne Meadows didn’t strut her stuff out on a dance floor or shake her ass in some man’s crotch. She must be stricken with some tropical illness or cruise ship fever. Was there a sickness that brought on orgasms?

  Whatever it was, she couldn’t get enough. Daphne needed more. Dancing. Sweat. Hands all over her. She needed Damon’s blue eyes and Tony’s tanned skin. Both of them taking her places she’d never dreamed of.

  A throb began, slow at first, ebbing and flowing in time to the music. With each rock of Damon’s hips and press of his cock against her thigh, it increased. From a presence to a beat to a need so sharp Daphne couldn’t stop.

  There was no turning back now.

  Damon’s hands snaked around her front and his fingers brushed across her breast. Oh! The moan tore from her lips and she pressed back so hard, his cock dug into the crack of her ass. Thick and hard, it begged for her.

  Fingers stroked her nipple, brazen and out in the open. Daphne looked up into Tony’s eyes. Could they do this? Could they be this bold and reckless?

  His black eyes glinted in the neon light and as the strobe pulsed, his lips landed on hers. His tongue slashed against her, hot and insistent, and Daphne yielded.

  Liquor and sin and man. She drank him in. Drowned in him.

  His tongue swiped across hers, his hands tore up her thighs, and Daphne’s last bit of doubt crumbled. So what if everyone on that entire boat watched them grope each other? Wasn’t that what this whole cruise was about? She’d seen the evidence first hand. People came on these trips to get laid, not to get to know each other.

  At last, Tony pulled back. He traced her swollen lower lip with his thumb and she fought the urge to lick it.

  “You are delicious, Ms. Meadows. I could feast on you all night.”

  Daphne swallowed. Everything sounded dirty when Tony said it.

  As he stepped back, Daphne braved a look around. Partiers had packed the floor. Half of them were wrapped up in each other’s arms, making out, running their hands up and down. Are they…Oh my God. One guy had his hands shoved in the front of some woman’s pants. Her eyes were closed, her head lolled on his shoulder and Daphne stared as a stranger orgasmed right in front of her.

  It wasn’t her grandmother’s cruise ship, that’s for sure. I bet the shuffleboard’s fun.

  A laugh bubbled up her throat and Damon tugged her closer. No one on that boat cared whether she was groping Tony or kissing Damon. Everyone was there for the same thing. To let go and get some. Shouldn’t she take advantage?

  Rachel might have dumped this trip on her, but it was her choice to be miserable or not.

  One night. She could pretend to be someone else for one night. In the morning, she’d pack up and demand to go home. She had the rest of the week to figure out what to do about her job and her firm and her life. But tonight?

  Tony ran his hand down her cheek and she leaned into his palm. Her lips landed on the pad of his thumb and she kissed him. Screw her job back home and her sense of right and wrong. Two men wanted to make all of her dreams come true. The least she could do was find out what they had to offer.

  Daphne turned in Damon’s grip and found his ear. “Please tell me your room is nearby.”

  He leaned back and looked into her eyes. “Are you sure?”

  “Never been more sure in my life.”

  He glanced past her to Tony. Something passed between them, but in an instant, he was back with a smile. “We can use the back hallway. It’s not far. Let’s go.”

  Chapter 7
/>   DAPHNE

  They tumbled down the hall. Hands groping and lips murmuring. Every time an alcove appeared, strong arms dragged Daphne into it. Teeth nipped at her neck and shoulders. Hot fingers slid up her thighs.

  Tony kissed her, needy and insistent, and Damon groped her breasts. Stroking and fondling, these men had awakened every last nerve ending and long-forgotten need she had ever experienced. They fell into an elevator and before the doors shut, both men pinned her between them.

  Strength and heft, muscles and brawn. They surrounded her. Suffocated her. She’d never been so turned on or felt so impulsive. How had she lived without someone else’s touch for so long? How had she convinced herself that passion didn’t matter?

  It must have been the clients. All those spoiled, I’ll have my limo with my three dates thank you very much, attitudes. The scandals. The cover-ups. It had addled her brain and turned her into a rule follower. A boring shell of a woman.

  Tony’s tongue slid along her collarbone and she moaned. Screw all of it. Holding her legs together. The self-imposed prim and proper attitude that ensured no one would question what embellishments her firm spit out. Damon’s hands plumped her ass and Daphne let go. Of everything.

  “Tell me we’re almost there.” She clung to Tony’s shoulders instead of her dignity.

  “We are.”

  A door swung open and Damon’s hands swooped under her thighs. He picked her up like a rag doll, holding her around the waist with one hand as he strode into the room. Dark. Masculine. A view to die for. All vague impressions whizzing by as he navigated though the suite with his lips on her neck and his erection pressed against her mound.

  Damn.

  They paused by the window. “Have you seen our view?” He set her on the ground, her ankles wobbling in her heels, and she turned around. Oh, my. Where her suite was all ocean water and setting sun, theirs was all cruise ship and lights. The whole ocean liner sprawled out before them. Deck after deck, pool after pool. People were buzzing around like bees, walking and dancing and fucking in the shadows.

  On any other night, Daphne could have stared at this hive of madness for hours. But this night, she had other plans. She started to turn when Damon stopped her still. His hands ran down her thighs, lower and lower, until he grabbed the hem of her dress and tugged it up. His fingers hit bare skin and she shivered.

  “Cold?”

  “No.”

  “Excited?” His hands rose, teasing her goose pimpled flesh until he brushed against her thong.

  “Yes.” The word slipped out after a gasp.

  “So am I.” His fingers slipped over the black lace, rubbing along the front of her mound, and Daphne palmed the window. He couldn’t…He wouldn’t…

  Damon’s fingers slipped beneath the fabric and Daphne’s breath caught in her lungs.

  “You’re so wet for me.” His breath warmed her ear and Daphne stared down at the people below them. Could they see them? Did they know his hand was between her legs?

  Over and over he rubbed, working her clit, pressing her swollen lips together.

  “Spread your legs, Daphne. I want to make you come.”

  “Right here?”

  “You heard the man.” Tony stepped up and took her by the face. His hand was rough, impatient. “Orgasm for him. Then it’s my turn.”

  He held her face, eyes locked on hers, as she spread her legs.

  Damon swiped a finger from ass to clit and Daphne whimpered. He circled her clit and she cried out. He thrust a finger inside her and her muscles clamped around him. Begging.

  The stirrings of an orgasm rose within her and her eyelids fluttered.

  “No.” The word was sharp and guttural. Tony gave her jaw a squeeze. “Eyes on me. I want to see it.”

  She blushed, her cheeks hot beneath his fingers, but she obeyed. Holding her head still and her eyes open, Daphne struggled not to fall apart. Damon’s fingers slipped up and down, in and out, and in seconds, she was panting, desperate for release.

  “She’s close.” Tony spoke the truth.

  “I can tell.” Damon stepped closer, his hand never leaving the cleft between her legs. “Come for me, Daphne. Come with all those people down there. Who knows, they could be watching.” He used his free hand to pinch her nipple and Daphne saw stars.

  Bright lights, shots of color, a burst of pleasure that edged on pain. Through the haze, she saw Tony smile. “You’re exquisite when you orgasm. Now it’s my turn.”

  Daphne ran a tongue over her lips. His turn? Tony released his grip on her chin and she swooned.

  “Easy. I’ve got you.” Damon scooped her up into his arms once more, gripping her tight beneath her thighs.

  “I don’t think—”

  He kissed her silent. Oh! Hot and insistent. Gentle, but strong. His hands held her up and his lips turned her back on. In seconds, she’d recovered. Gone were the jitters, back was the need. Hot and sharp and like nothing she’d ever known.

  Had they done this to her? Had two men turned her into a sex fiend? Never had she wanted more. Another orgasm? Unheard of. But there she was, grinding her swollen folds against Damon’s cock. Pressing into his chest as he carried her down the hall.

  She might regret it all in the morning, but she didn’t care. Not when the promise of more was only steps away.

  * * *

  DAMON

  This woman might be the death of me. Damon set her down on the floor of the bedroom and tore open his dress shirt. Daphne wanted them? She’d have them both. Right fucking now. His shoes landed under a chair. His pants somewhere nearby.

  Her eyes widened in the dim light and Damon bit back a grin. He knew that look.

  Tony stepped up behind her, naked apart for his boxers. The fabric tented, wide and gaping from his erection. Damon let the grin slide onto his face. Beat you to it.

  They’d always been in sync.

  He tugged Daphne forward and took her face in his hands. “You’re sure you want this? Both of us?”

  She nodded against his palms. “Yes.”

  “Good. Because there’s no stopping now.”

  Tony unzipped her dress and the black silk fell to the floor. Miles of creamy skin. Mmm. Firm, high breasts with nipples so hard they poked at him in accusation. You did this, they called out. Damon stroked across the little nubs with his thumbs. Yes, I did.

  Daphne moaned and Tony kneeled behind her. She might not know it yet, but the man was serious. Damon might have been the first to make her moan and cry, but Tony was getting his share.

  His partner’s hands slid up her body, stroking her waist and hips and ass. Gorgeous, shell-shocked Daphne. She stood there in nothing but a pair of heels.

  “You’re beautiful.”

  “Stop saying that.”

  “Can’t help it.” Damon caressed her breasts, stroking and palming and working her over. She shook and trembled, her fingers digging into his biceps as she closed her eyes. That’s it. Give in. Tony might have wanted to watch, but Damon wanted her to let go. Relax.

  Tony spread her legs, inching them wider and wider until his whole hand could fit between her thighs.

  “What are—” Her question faltered as Tony stroked her pussy.

  “Fuck. She’s soaked.”

  Daphne’s eyes turned to saucers and Tony groaned. He’d never get tired of this. Damon rubbed her nipples and glanced between her legs. All he could see were Tony’s knuckles.

  “Is she tight?”

  Daphne cried out and Tony chuckled. “Like a damn vise. Mmm. That pussy of yours will milk our cocks. It won’t want to let us go.”

  Damon couldn’t wait. He stroked her again and again, teasing her nipples with little flicks and pinches, soft then hard. Her lips fell open, her cheeks flushed and Daphne hung on the edge of release.

  “Pl-please…” Daphne panted out a single word as Tony worked her over, his hand never leaving the space between her legs.

  “Please, what? Tell me what you want.”


  “I need…I need…”

  Tony’s deep voice rumbled from behind her ass. “You need to be fucked. Say it.”

  “I…I…” Her tongue stumbled over the words. “I need to be fucked.”

  “Good girl.” Tony stood up and grabbed a condom from the side table. He unrolled it over his cock and Damon stepped away.

  “Sit on the bed, I’m bending her over.”

  Daphne squeaked in response and Damon laughed. “Not used to someone so direct?”

  “No.”

  Damon slipped his boxers off and sat on the edge of the bed. His cock stood proud and erect and Daphne bit her lip.

  “Change your mind?”

  She shook her head.

  “Then come here. I want your mouth.”

  She stepped forward and Damon took her hand. He pulled her upper body down until he could weave his fingers through her hair. Her ass jutted out behind her and Damon grinned as Tony gave one cheek a smack.

  “So firm.” His fingers slipped back between her legs and she shuddered. “So wet. I can’t wait to fuck you.”

  Daphne licked her lips and met Damon’s stare. “Then do it.”

  She gripped his thick shaft, her hand running up and down the veiny girth as Tony grabbed her hips. He kicked her legs apart and as she opened her mouth to take Damon inside, Tony thrust.

  * * *

  DAPHNE

  Oh my God. Tony’s cock sliced through her slick channel and he groaned as he bottomed out inside her. Pain mixed with pleasure and Daphne reeled.

  Tony was hung.

  He pulled back and she lapped at Damon’s cock in front of her. He sat on the bed, arms braced out behind him, eyes full of lust and admiration. The sight of him—all his energy focused right on her—it gave her strength. Courage.

  She smiled around his shaft before rolling her lips over her teeth.

  Damon moaned and Tony thrust. Oh! Down she slid over Damon’s cock. Lower and lower until she gagged on his length. Tony pulled back and thrust again and Damon’s thick head rammed the back of her throat.