Adrift: Book Two of The Crashing Tides Duet

by Ruby Rowe

  Licking my lips, I slip off my heels, remove my sweater and reach behind me to unzip my dress. I gradually peel the straps over my shoulders, never letting go of Jake’s smoldering eyes as I tease him with the slow removal of the fabric.

  I unhook my lace bra next and let it fall to the floor, leaving me in only my black thong that’s accented in tiny hot-pink flowers.

  I keep my attention on Jake as he stalks forward to kiss me. He cups my face, slips his fingers slightly in my hair, and skims his lips across mine … right to left … left to right.

  Mmm … as if he owns exclusive rights to the moves, Jake’s confident and calculating with his hands and mouth. His seduction always begins with sensual touches to turn me on … a slow simmer that builds until my stomach is coiled and my throbbing pussy is soaked.

  He never stops until my mind, held hostage by a desperate state, is convinced he’s the only man on earth who could satiate my desires.

  I whimper into his mouth as his tongue finds mine and starts its expedition. Jake skims his fingers down my body, and as he pinches my nipples, my whimpers escalate to moans. I thrust my pelvis forward, needing his fingers and cock in more important places.

  “Do you want something even better?” he asks tauntingly against my lips. His scorching breath is the appetizer before the feast, and damn, I’m starving.

  He thrusts fingers inside me, and my moan is strangled by the fullness of them. “Is that what you wanted? Or, would you prefer this?”

  Dropping to his knees, he clutches my ass and opens me up with his fingertips. He blows on my pussy before he flicks it with his tongue. I weave my fingers in his thick, dark hair and yank on it to balance myself.

  The stubble on his chiseled jaw rakes over my thighs, the feel of it leaving me yearning for an experience that’s raw and dirty.

  These two men hold the keys to unearthing a gluttonous sexual being within me and the dark desires rooted in my soul that I never knew were present.

  Speaking of guys, Elliott walks over beside us, and taking hold of my head, he turns it and kisses me passionately. Unlike Jake, he’s rougher, devouring my mouth to the point the corners of it sting.

  There are too many sensations overwhelming me, and as Jake’s relentless licks abruptly bring me to an orgasm, I break free from Elliott and fling my head back. I’m holding my breath–eyes closed–as the pleasure traps me in a prison I’d rather not escape.

  “Fuck, watching you like this is too much,” Elliott says gravelly. Realizing I’m digging my nails against Jake’s shoulders, I let go and he stands. I open my eyes and find his boring into me as he wipes his mouth.

  He climbs on the side of the bed, which Elliott and I never made this morning, and lies flat on his back with his legs hanging over the mattress.

  “I want you to ride me,” he says commandingly.

  I straddle him, and after I sink onto his cock, he grips my hips and groans, seeming relieved, like I’m right where I’m supposed to be … where he’s been longing for me to be.

  I make note that Elliott is behind me with a clear view of my ass, and after I begin to move, he gathers my long hair and twists it around his hand.

  I feel his lips on my back as I ride Jake, and once again, having them both touch me is intense. Nerve endings I didn’t know existed spark to life as Elliott pulls my hair and skirts his searing mouth along my shoulder blades.

  “I can’t wait to slide my cock inside your tight, little ass,” he mutters in my ear, the seduction managing to resonate in his deep range of voice.

  Getting tired, I lean over and plant my hands next to Jake’s head, and this must give Elliott the green light to my ass because I feel his finger swirl around my hole, and I hear his growl.

  I stare into Jake’s eyes and revel in his heated breath on my face and how his hands feel as they clutch my hips. Elliott pushes a finger into my asshole, catching me off guard, and I squeeze around it.

  Shit, all the pleasure. I don’t deserve it, but I can’t help but absorb it all, basking in it like it’s the most radiant sunlight, warming me down to my core.

  I’m contracting around Jake’s cock, too, as Elliott plays with my ass. The feel of my pussy tightening is Jake’s undoing. He digs his fingertips deeper in my hips, thrusts upward and pumps into me.

  Feeling his cock pulsing inside my pussy without a condom to dull the experience is intimate, only strengthening our bond. I fall onto him, and Elliott immediately pulls me to the edge of the bed, causing Jake to slip out of me. My ass is almost hanging off the mattress as I press my head to Jake’s chest.

  While listening to his pounding heart, I also hear Elliott retrieve the condom and lube. The sound of him squirting the slick liquid onto his cock and down my crack causes my body to tense. Feeling my muscles stiffen, Jake clenches my arms and lifts me to where he can see my face.

  “Don’t break eye contact with me. I’ll help you through the rough part.”

  Giving him a kiss, I whisper, “I love you.”

  He brushes hair off my face, and the way his affectionate gaze bores into mine makes me feel something deep from him.

  “I love you, too. So fucking much.”

  Elliott pushes his finger into my ass again, and I fight the urge to force it out. My chest is almost flush to Jake’s–my ass sticking out for Elliott to conquer, and the starting flag has been waved.

  “You have to breathe and relax your muscles,” Jake says. I nod and try to do as he instructed. I feel it … the tip of Elliott’s cock penetrating me. He pushes in an inch or so, then pulls out … pushes in gently again … and pulls out.

  He massages my ass cheeks, and I manage to relax further, giving him the ability to sink a few more inches into me. I gasp from the sting and feeling of fullness.

  “So fucking tight,” he mutters through what I’m sure are gritted teeth. I can picture his towering, intimidating stance and a set of eyes glazed over from his animalistic urges.

  He begins to move again, and I whimper from the stretching of my asshole and how he keeps managing to bury himself deeper inside it. Loosening up a little, I stare into Jake’s eyes and begin rocking back against Elliott.

  He lets me take over, which I like. I control how hard he’s fucking me and how deep I can handle him going. Grasping my hips, he fights the urge to slam into me. I feel it from the indentions of his fingertips on my skin.

  Jake snakes his hand between our bodies, maneuvering it down to my clit. He starts to rub my drenched bundle of nerves, and it’s all I need to relax my ass and feel a pleasure I’ve never felt before.

  “Look at me,” Jake commands. He slips his hand into my hair as he plays with my pussy, and I feel him getting hard again.

  I stare into his fixed eyes, and I feel protected in a tunnel of bliss. It’s as if one guy is at each end of it, keeping me safe between, and no one else can enter. They make me feel as if they asked the creator for my existence solely for them.

  These two men make up for all the years I felt alone.

  I’m loved.

  I’m beyond lucky.

  I’m coveted.

  “I can’t hold on any longer,” Elliott says. “You feel too fucking good.”

  His added hiss gives Jake the cue to speed up his touch. He rubs circles on my pussy while Elliott rocks into me faster and harder. The pleasure is beyond measure, and I gasp for breath as it ricochets throughout my being. Stopping, Elliott growls loudly as he comes.

  My eyes roll back while I relish in the high. My nipples are rigid and tingling, and I feel the flush of heat across my skin. When I open my eyes, Jake’s are glassy. What the hell? Are those tears? His erection has disappeared, and after removing his hand from between us, he takes hold of my face.

  “I’ll be right back,” Elliott says as he eases out of me. I hear his footsteps to the adjacent bathroom, but all I can see is the profound emotion in Jake’s gaze.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask. He begins to speak but chokes on his words. Blinking fa
st, he swallows, and I down the knot that has formed in my throat.

  “Only a few days after meeting you, I thought I was going to be your whole world.”

  “Jake, you are.”

  Shaking his head, he swallows again. “No. I’m only half, and doll, I think I love too hard to live with that.”

  Tears flood my eyes in a heartbeat, the panic stunning me to attention.

  “Jake, no.”

  “I’m wiped out,” Elliott says as he strolls back in the room. “That was un-fucking-believable. You were a champ, baby.” He kisses the top of my head, so I blink fast to will away my tears. Jake shifts me off him and gets out of bed. He grabs his clothes off the floor…

  “I’m exhausted, too. I need to stretch out, so I’m going to crash in the spare room.”

  I jump from the bed and follow him into the hallway. I’m naked … feeling vulnerable and ashamed for a different reason.

  “Jake, wait.”

  Stopping, he turns to me. “Sailor, I need space.” I wince from the coldness in his voice. He’s trying to shut off his emotions, along with shutting me out.

  “You may feel like you’re not my whole world, but I love you with my whole heart.”

  “That’s not possible, and you’re wearing blinders if you think so.”

  Fisting my hands, I dig my heels against the floor beneath me.

  “You started all of this.”

  He huffs out a breath. “You’re right, so maybe I’m the one who should man up and finish it.”

  I struggle to breathe as I glare at him. A hundred obscenities are racing through my head, several of which are names I want to call him for shocking me with this heavy shit after I thought he was my safety net, my protector, and a man who’d love me forever.

  Instead of responding with something I could regret, I do what my heart wants and hurry to him. I fling my arms around his neck, and after a few seconds, he gives in and hugs me.

  “Don’t leave me, Jake. Please…”

  “I need time to think, and you need to go back to Elliott.”

  Angrily, I jerk free and shove his chest before I stomp to the master bedroom. Elliott’s under the sheet, rubbing his forehead. I discover liquid’s running down my legs, so I slam the door and trudge to the bathroom.

  When I return from cleaning myself up, Elliott’s on his side, facing me.

  “He’s pissed about something, right?”

  “He’s saying stupid shit, and I want to punch him in the face for it.”

  Elliott begins to smile, but realizing in a hot second that it’s not the wisest decision, he pats the bed instead.

  “Come on. It’s late, and we’re all tired. He’s a momma’s boy, and his mom got in his head, but we’ll talk him straight tomorrow.”

  Sighing, I crawl in next to Elliott and rest my head on his chest.

  “I love you, Sailor Girl, along with your amazing tight ass.” I guess it’s his brazenness and worst timing ever that causes me to giggle.

  “You’re shameless.”

  “No disputing that. You know, I should’ve insisted that Jake do it first. I don’t understand why he didn’t want to.”

  “I think he was looking for a reason to believe what his family said was true. He wanted a reason to think you and I are closer. He wants out.”

  I begin to cry, and my salty tears coat Elliott’s sturdy chest. He envelops me in his arms, and I think about how odd it is that he’s the secure one, no longer self-loathing. He’s content with our relationship, and now, Jake’s the one in his own head, obsessing too much.

  It’s freaking me out. He’s my happy, positive guy, and seeing him hurting and doubting us is crushing me.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Elliott

  Hearing cries, I roll over in bed. The other side is empty … the haunting sounds distant. I pull on some pajama pants before following the persistent noise downstairs. Sailor’s slumped over at the kitchen island where she’s sitting on a stool.

  Only my grey sweatshirt covers her bare, tanned skin, and I think about how there’s probably nothing underneath besides one of those taunting thongs she often wears.

  My cock, which is most alert in the a.m., twitches to remind me it controls my head, but as I approach Sailor, I try to think with my heart instead.

  “Baby, what’s wrong?” I grip her shoulders and turn her body sideways. She’s holding a piece of paper in her hand, and I recognize Jake’s writing. This can’t be good. Sniffling, she wipes her eyes and nose with the sleeve of my sweatshirt.

  “I was going to wake up Jake this morning to talk, but when I went to his room, it was empty … his stuff gone, too.” She sucks in a breath as tears trickle down her cheeks. I’m going to kill him.

  “I ran downstairs and found this note he left. It says he needs more space to think and is going back to New York.” Sailor weeps, her pain dripping onto the note in her lap and spreading like a poisonous substance, the biological warfare attacking my heart, too.

  Her cries are different this time, more like the shock is wearing off and she’s crying over truth … a reality I don’t want to acknowledge any more than she does, and that fact shocks me.

  At a loss for words, I pull her against me and scratch the back of my head. I don’t know what went wrong or how to fix it.

  “What did he say last night?” I ask.

  Sitting up, she palms her eyes and exhales. “He told me he thought he was going to be my whole world. In a nutshell, he believes he’s only half of it, and he thinks he loves too hard to live with that.”

  Shifting my body to face her, I lean back against the island and cross my legs at the ankles.

  “He’s never loved anyone before. I guess he had no way to know until it happened.”

  “Does that mean you think he’s done, too?”

  Clasping her chin, I stare into her eyes that are waiting to see my response as much as her ears are waiting to hear it.

  “Listen to me. Jake loves you with every fiber of his being. I know it. If I didn’t believe it, I wouldn’t be in this triad, and I sure as hell wouldn’t share you in my bed–something I’ve found is more intimate than anything I’ve ever done before. He won’t give you up.”

  Her gaze strays, taking the trust she holds for me with it. “Baby, I mean it. Even if he leaves, he won’t stay away. The fact that Jake’s never loved until now also means he’s never experienced heartache. He won’t be able to take it.”

  “You were able to take it when you left me.” Covering her face, she slumps over again and cries, and as her old pain penetrates my ears, I feel like a fucking asshole. Lifting her off the stool, I bring her against my body and kiss her head.

  “Shit, Sailor. Jake’s not the coward I was. It might seem like it since he left, but if I had to guess, he knew if he stayed, he’d have to tell you exactly what’s going through his head, and it would only hurt you.

  “Jake won’t lie. That’s why he gets quiet and wants to be alone when he’s upset or pissed.” Gripping her arms, I move her backward a few steps so she’ll see my face. “I have faith he won’t fuck this up.”

  “I hope you’re right. I can’t spend another decade in mourning.” I comfort her, my arms and warm body in autopilot while I think of the best way to confront Jake.

  “We need a distraction. This trip was supposed to be a vacation from stress, so go take a shower, and I’ll fix you some breakfast. Then, we’re getting off land for the day.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I chartered a yacht. We’re going to relax in the sun, sip on those fruity drinks you like and whale watch. We’ll make love under the deck, too, so I can remind you how damn special you are. It’ll be cool.”

  Sailor grins as her strength regains its footing.

  “You’re the sweetest; the old Elliott I fell in love with.”

  “That’s because of you. Since you were a kid, you’ve been showing the world how to be nice and thoughtful.” Giving me an appreciative ki
ss, she heads for the stairs, and as soon as I hear the shower come on, I hurry to our bedroom to grab my phone.

  Returning to the kitchen, I dial Jake, hoping he’s not in the middle of his flight back to New York.

  “Hello,” he says after three rings.

  “Where are you?”

  “The airport, waiting to board the plane.”

  “Knowing the grief it would cause Sailor, how could you leave? I found her sobbing over your note.”

  He’s quiet, and I can picture him closing his eyes and pursing his lips from the guilt. While people in the chaotic airport bustle like ants in their mounds, he sits frozen in pain. “Just talk to me, bro,” I add.

  “You pissed me off last night.”

  “How?”

  “You weren’t supposed to touch Sailor until she and I were finished, but like always, you had to be in fucking control.”

  “Seriously? Every time we’ve had a threesome, we’ve ended up touching her at the same time.”

  “I know, but last night was different. I specifically said you could join in afterward.”

  “I thought that meant I wasn’t supposed to stick my cock in her ass until you were finished fucking her, douchebag. You never told me not to touch her period. And you know what? That’s not even what this is about. You’re only using it as an excuse.

  “You had a problem with this situation before you ever showed up in L.A., and I’m sorry I pressured you to come. I should’ve known you needed space like you always do when you’re feeling pissy over something.”

  “I don’t want to talk about it, especially in a busy airport.”

  “Fine. Take the remainder of the time we’re away to figure your shit out, but I have one more thing to say. I get that you didn’t mean for this happen–to fall so fucking hard for Sailor that you don’t want to share her with any other man–but it did happen. All we can do now is commit to her or break it off.

  “She shouldn’t have to keep doubting if you’re going to stay when she does all she physically and emotionally can to show you how much she loves you.”

  Jake exhales a heavy breath. “I’m aware of all that, but like you said when you ran off to the Hamptons … you needed space to see if you could live without her. That’s what I need, too.”