by Piper Denna
She sighed and grinned. “Get lost, then. I’ve got an appointment coming up in an hour.” She wiggled away, with a nice pink spot on her ass from one last pinch.
Fuck. He didn’t mind flirting, but it’d be nice if she eventually got the point–he wasn’t really into women anymore. Woman, yes. Victoria.
He’d noticed a smokin’ hunk of man serving champagne at the launch, though. Was he a waiter someplace? Or…bartender. Yeah. In fact, there he was at the bar now, looking over this way. Goddamn. Jet black hair, superman chin, built like a brick shithouse. Big fucker. Did that size apply everywhere? Or had he used some sort of steroids to bulk up so big?
Gil straddled a stool at the bar and checked out the daily special. Not the blended concoction going out in cocktail glasses–the Favor of the Day. He’d been around enough during construction to know all the not-so-secret nooks and crannies built into the ship for fantasies.
“What’ll you have?” The hunk o’ barkeep’s nametag read Griffin.
“Hey.” Gil pulled off his shades, folded them, and set them on the bar. “I’m actually on the wagon.” At least, when he had to fly. “You mind if I come around?”
“Um.” Griffin’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “Come around?”
“Yeah. I’m a little early. Your seven o’clock.” He nodded toward the cutout he knew they’d installed behind the counter, just the right size for the average person to kneel and give a bartender head. “You know…blow job?”
Griffin’s eyes widened, then he turned a deep red. “Oh.” He squirmed, let out a big breath. “Sure, yeah. Come on back.”
As Griffin lifted the hinged section of bar, Gil hid a grin. It was his lucky day after all. He’d get to bust a man-cherry.
Chapter 6
What the hell was he doing in this suite? David felt like a fifth wheel. Literally. He couldn’t begin to guess why Victoria West–or Grant, or whatever she went by–and her husband, would want him as a guest for dinner. A couple like them could be hanging out with anybody. He wasn’t complaining, but…shit. Being the odd man out wasn’t much fun, especially with two hot women so close. He had little hope of scoring with either of them, since they were both happily married. Which meant he was there because…
Dinner was long since over. They were a pretty funny bunch, a bit older than the crowds he usually chilled with, but every bit as rowdy. Carmyn kept threatening to skinny-dip in the pool, and so far nobody had tried to talk her out of it. Should he stick around to see that, or maybe try to jet? It’d make him horny, and he’d probably embarrass himself. No way could he join in, and he’d look like a dork if he stood there watching. If he left now, maybe he could find some action down by the pool. He’d heard a couple of the cabana girls were damned ambitious.
That sounded kind of yuck to him. That was why he’d come on this cruise, though–to cut loose. Better to jet. He set his drink down on the patio beside his deck chair and stood. “Hey, I’d better run. I’ve gotta call my brother and let him know I made it okay.” It’d cost him a pretty penny to use one of the pay phones downstairs, but they were the only ones available. Privacy seemed like priority one on this ship.
“Oh, don’t do that!” Victoria stood up next to him. “I mean, you can use our phone if you want. They’ll charge you some ridiculous fee for the public phones.”
“That would be…nice.” Wouldn’t get him out of there, but he’d already spent enough on his fare.
Victoria swayed a little and then put her hand on the chair back. “Woo. Little too much wine. If you need internet access, we’ve got that here you can use too. I mean, the cybercafe downstairs is free, but this is more…private.”
“Thanks.”
“Here. I’ll show you where the phone is.” Victoria led the way inside, a little wobbly, but that was all good–her hips moved more now that she was tipsy. “You can use the one in the bedroom. It’ll be quieter there, and more, erm…private. I know I keep saying that, private, but I don’t want you to think we’re trying to get all up in your business or whatever.”
“Thanks. I’ll keep the call short.”
She smiled and looked at his eyes, then quickly away, before turning around.
He watched her kick her shoes off on the way back out. Nice feet.
He’d just call Daniel and then say his goodbyes, and go find some action downstairs.
“Hello?” Daniel sounded sleepy.
“Hey. You in bed already?”
Dan groaned. “It’s one here in LA.”
“So you didn’t go partying?”
Dan chuckled. “Oh yeah. I just started kinda early, so we finished early, if you know what I mean.”
“We?”
“Me and a couple chicks.”
“Did those chicks think you’re you, or me?”
“Don’t worry, bro. I’m not wearing the Dave-sguise. I’m me. Cali girls are just really easy to pick up in a rented Ferrari.”
“No doubt.” He could expect to see that charge on his credit card bill, too. Dan’s signature didn’t even come close to his, but nobody compared signatures when they looked so alike. “I just wanted to check in.”
“I’m doing fine. No worries, bro.”
Funny. “Well, that’s a load off. Talk at ya later.”
“’Night.”
Time to go thank his hosts and split.
Victoria’s shoes had landed next to the wall, one toe nestled into the arch of the other. Why was that sexy? Why were the giant daisies across the open toes sexy? He’d never been a shoe guy. Then again, he’d seen plenty of female feet, too, but he’d noticed her toes peeking out of those shoes, more than once. Maybe he could get a look at the complete feet before he left.
Maybe he liked feet so much because he hated shoes. He’d just slip his off for the rest of the time he was here, then carry them with him back to his room. It was a cruise, after all.
The pricey sneaks he’d gotten free as part of an endorsement deal parked next to Victoria’s, making hers look even smaller and more feminine. That couldn’t possibly be making him horny. Must still be hot and bothered from listening to talk about those pool girls. He shoved his socks into the shoes and stepped out to the still-warm concrete deck.
“Vic says there’s a veritable pack of passengers on who want to shag in public. Almost half the manifest.” Brett stood behind Victoria’s chair, rubbing her shoulders. “So the Lido pool is open water. Any time you wander down there, you’re likely to find somebody going at it.”
“I’m sure we’ll avoid the area with due diligence.” Mark smirked. His wife draped across his lap on a chaise, playing with his shirttail.
“Yes, well. Just another reason we’ve allowed absolutely no recording devices, aside from company-owned ones, on board. Oh, you’re back then!” Brett called out. “Come have a seat again. Care for another drink?”
He should go. Really. But Victoria’s feet were up on the wicker ottoman… So he sat. “Probably no more drinks.” Booze was bad for the bod, and he’d have to work extra hard to get back in shape after vacation anyway. “Thanks again for letting me use your phone.” And see your wife’s perfect feet. What was wrong with him?
“So your brother knows where you are?” Victoria asked.
“Yeah. I kinda used Daniel to get here. He got on the plane with me at Oklahoma City–where the flight board said we were headed to LAX. He was wearing one of my endorsement tracksuits, and I was in the ball cap and shorts. He got off at LAX, where the media thought he was me. I stayed on the plane for the connecting flight to San Diego. He said I’d owe him big-time and have to pay his way for the next cruise.” Even though he’d already scored two chicks and a free night in a Ferrari.
“You could travel together next time,” Carmyn said. “Tori gets all kinds of requests for twin action.”
“Hell, no. Not to be rude, but that’s just…” He shuddered while the others laughed.
“I can relate.” Brett leaned down to Victoria’s ear. “You think
the twin thing would be weird, love?”
Mark said, “Victoria has an identical twin, as well.”
A twin just like her? That was kinda hot. His eyes met her emerald-green ones, and a shock ran through him all the way to his cock. He had to stop doing that. She was a married woman. An older married woman. Although, the age seemed to be sitting well enough on her…
“–loudmouth!” Carmyn squealed and pulled Mark’s leg hair. “That’s not something she bandies around!”
Victoria sighed and he met her eyes again. “I’m not too worried about what David finds out. We’re all comfy and confidential around here, right? We’ve all got secrets, and we’ll all respect each other’s secrets.”
Mark chuckled. “Ms. Confidentiality, what secrets do you and Brett have? Pretty much the entire world knows you’re here right now.”
“No secrets.” Brett chuckled. “That’s just part of Vic’s psychobabble tactics she uses to get clients to open up.”
“Bullshit. Tori has secrets too.” Carmyn’s hand had disappeared up the leg of Mark’s shorts. “She’s just best at hiding them. That’s how she remains such an enigma to the public.”
“No.” Victoria sat up straight and shook her head. “I do that by living on a mountain with no public access.”
“Ha!” Carmyn rolled her eyes, while Mark jumped and grabbed her hand. “You’re the only person I know who can be Googled, and only the stuff you want comes up. I think maybe you own the search engines.”
“Why the hell are you Googling me? And don’t even say it’s because I don’t call enough. You know I’ve been busy as hell getting this ship up and running.”
Carmyn stuck her tongue out and put her other hand up Mark’s pant leg.
David squirmed. Should he fess up? “I Googled you. Today in the cyber-cafe, after I saw you when I was boarding.”
Britt laughed. “Yeah? What did you unearth? Do tell.”
Victoria’s mouth hung open.
So she thought she was the only one who could go around digging up the 4-1-1 about people she hadn’t met yet? He’d show her different. “Someone made a connection between you, and a woman who married a doctor in LA. A doctor who was friends with you two.” He pointed toward Mark and Carmyn. “There’s a photo of you all at his graveside, on Wikipedia.”
“And that’s it?” Brett asked, head cocked to the side.
“I got a link to you,” David answered. “And found out you were an attorney who’d worked at Fantasy Mountain since it opened, but you’d just managed to ‘capture Victoria’s heart,’ according to the article.”
“See?” Carmyn’s voice raised. “Only the stuff she wants!”
“Well.” He couldn’t believe he was telling them this, but, “There was a sex video.” All eyes were on him. “But the woman in it doesn’t look much like Victoria. And she was pretty heavy into bondage and tatts.”
“Was it any good?” Brett asked. When Victoria gasped, he said, “So I can decide whether to send them a cease and desist order!”
They might as well know. “It was filmed in hi-def. But the acting and story were pretty poor.”
“You watched it?” Victoria gasped again, but he wouldn’t meet her gaze.
“It’s not like my mom would find out.” He shrugged. Probably shouldn’t have admitted he’d watched it. “Hey, if it’s on the net, it’s fair game, right?”
“You’ve got really great feet for a guy.” Carmyn sighed. “No toe hair.”
Actually, he didn’t have any–
“I bet you shave all your body hair for swimming! That’s hot,” she said in a perfect Paris Hilton imitation. “Mark used to shave all his, too. Even, you know. That hair.”
Hoo. Carmyn was more than a little bent. And Victoria… What did that look on her face mean? Was she appalled or… Most chicks liked it. He probably shouldn’t think about Victoria liking anything, or her husband might want to kick his ass.
Mark pulled Carmyn’s hands from his shorts. “Babe. I think it’s time for us to head. Say good night to all the nice people.”
“Good night, everybody!” she called cheerfully as he helped her to her feet. “We’ll be just down the hall if you need us.”
An awkward silence fell after they’d left.
“I should probably head out too.” He rose. “I’d like to hit the fitness center in the morning before too many people are out and about. Not that most people work out while they’re traveling.”
“If you need to swim, you’re welcome to come use this pool,” Brett said. “You’ll probably not have room for laps in the public pool. And this one has the lap pump, to create a current for fitness swimming.”
That would be perfect. “Thanks.” He might do that, even if he ended up ogling Victoria and got his ass kicked for it.
“We’ll be up by eight at the latest. It was a pleasure meeting you.”
You might not think so, if you knew how bad I want your wife.
“Good night, David,” Victoria said softly. “Thanks for meeting us.”
Chapter 7
“That went well, I think.” Britt closed the door and latched the dead bolt.
“You think he’ll back?” Victoria mused.
“You’re the great people-predictor. What do you think?”
She hoped so. “If Carmyn didn’t scare him away with all the foot-talk and that hand job she gave Mark.”
“Let me ask you this, love. After meeting him, would you like him to come back? Is he the one? If so, I’ll make it happen.”
She scoffed. “Oh yeah? Just like that? You can make it happen?”
“You’re not the only effective people-handler in this marriage, Vic.”
“So let me ask you this.” She looked him straight in the eye to watch his true reaction. “Do you want him to come back?”
“There’s no other man I’d rather watch screw my wife’s brains out.”
Shit. Total honesty in those eyes.
“You’re sick. Truly demented. This is not happening. It’s all twisted and trouble and–”
“Kinky,” he supplied. “And I’m like a fucking oak just thinking about it.” He swept her into his arms, nuzzling her neck with his lips. “Besides, you know how it does it for me when you get all worked up about something. Let’s fuck like crazed celebrities on a sex cruise, eh?”
By the time they made it to the bed, he’d yanked her panties off and had a finger inside her, suckling her breast through her dress. He let her body slide along his until her feet touched the floor, his thumb pressing against her clit with expert pressure. They kissed, a long, deep, hungry nightcap of heady lust. He managed to loosen the clip and free her hair, so it cascaded around them. “Fuck, I love you. I need you so much right now, Vic. Be a love and bend over for me?”
She complied and he pushed the dress up to her hips, his belt rattling around his ankles when he thrust inside her with a groan. She whimpered–sometimes it was almost too much in this position, but she was hot, bothered, and so sopping wet from thinking about all those things she shouldn’t be thinking of. He slid out and in deeper than usual, but with little drag, and oh! he hit her spot and made her cry out.
“Hurting you?” He panted along her neck, grasping her breasts.
She shook her head. Managed to get out a “No. More. Now. More.” Fast, it needed to be fast this time. Goddammit, he was big, too big for this way, and he’d probably ruined her for other men. Still, she could love having David’s cock sliding in and out of her while Britt watched–hot, hot, hot–while he stroked himself, maybe near enough for her to suck him… Could she make them both come at the same time? She’d come on all three of them if they’d let her…a big, screaming, gushing…
“Fuck, baby. Oh fuuuck. You’ve soaked us both, love. Good fucking show!” He thrust again and fell against her, clutching, growling, shuddering.
They collapsed tangled and naked at the top of the bed.
“You were thinking of him, weren’t you?”
/> Gulp. How to answer that? She’d fantasized during sex before–but it had been Britt she’d fantasized about, back when he wasn’t hers. He might not like the truth. It might make him angry, or worse yet, hurt.
“Vic. Tell me.” He held her chin and stared into her eyes.
No point in lying. He knew her far too well by now. “I was thinking of you both.”
He pursed his lips, seemingly satisfied. “Consider it done.”
* * * *
Victoria woke and looked around her new bedroom. Lovely. All in the nautical theme, which she might eventually grow tired of and have replaced, but for now it matched her mood–total joy and immersion in the completion of this project. Silence reigned. One wouldn’t know the room was on a ship speeding across the Pacific. Life was good. Life would be a little better with some orange juice.
Britt snored beside her, one hand on her abdomen, the other smashed under his face. God, he was divinely handsome.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“And I, you. Shall we have a go?”
She’d know he was officially old when he didn’t wake and ask her that question.
“Wait,” he said. “What time is it?”
“We don’t have anything scheduled until noon today. It’s only eight.”
“Eight. Shit.” He sat up and rubbed his hands through his hair. “Some bloke invited a young swim champ up anytime after eight.” He turned and looked down at her. “Christ you’re a sight though, love. Maybe we should get started and then invite him to join us when he arrives?”
Good God. “No, no, and hell no. We’re not inviting him to–”
“You were most agreeable last night.”
“Last night, I was drunk. We’re not inviting another body into our marriage bed. Don’t you remember what happened when you and Andrea experimented with another partner?”
“Andrea.” He blew a raspberry. “She and I were never meant to be. Because I was in love with another woman–who as you well know, was that third partner. Of course that spelt doom for her! Besides, she tramped out after that and couldn’t contain her lust to under ten partners per week. Completely different scenario.” He stood and paced across the room. “We see three-ways all the time at the mountain, and it seems to work for those couples.”