However, aside from the chaotic thoughts running through his head—all regarding details for the wedding that was in the process of being set up—he’d enjoyed a little time to himself.
But now that McKenna was there, he felt much more at peace.
She stepped out onto the deck, his eyes trailing to her long, sexy legs.
“Come here,” he said, motioning with his hand for her to come join him on his lounge chair.
McKenna padded over to him, took his hand, and allowed him to pull her down on top of him. She was wearing one of his T-shirts, and as he slid his hand up her thigh, inching beneath the cotton, he realized she wasn’t wearing anything else.
“Mmm,” he mumbled.
“You like that?” she asked with a hint of amusement.
“I do.” After kissing her forehead, Tag pressed his cheek to her head as he ran his fingers over the smooth skin of her thigh, his eyes once again scanning the clear blue horizon.
“So what’s the plan for today?” McKenna mumbled.
“Not sure yet.” They’d spent the last two days enjoying all the amenities that the ship had to offer, including spending last night at the casino, where McKenna had made a killing playing craps. She’d done so well she’d drawn the attention of quite a few people, including Tag. He hadn’t done so well, but his heart hadn’t been in the gambling because he’d been so taken aback by how incredible McKenna was.
Sometimes he wondered whether or not he’d turned into a sap over the years. Or maybe, this was what a relationship was supposed to be like. Especially one when you found yourself in love with your best friend. And that’s what McKenna was to him. His best friend. His lover.
The woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
McKenna reached for his hand, which was still skimming her thigh. She pulled his arm, encouraging him to move closer to the warmth between her legs.
“You want me to tease you?” he mumbled.
“Mmm hmm.”
Unable to resist, Tag eased his hand between her legs, helping her to shift so that she was still situated on his lap but so that he could slide his finger through her folds.
“You’re wet.”
“I was thinking about you,” she told him.
“That so? What were you thinking about?” Tag pushed his finger inside her, gently fucking her.
McKenna moaned.
“Tell me. Tell me what you were thinkin’ about.”
“All the dirty things you do to me,” she admitted.
“Elaborate,” he told her, stilling his finger as he waited for her to respond.
McKenna squirmed, but Tag refused to indulge her until she answered.
“I was lying in bed, alone, touching myself and thinking about your fingers, your mouth…”
Tag grinned. “That’s not enough and you know it. What about them?”
He wanted her to share the details with him, to give him a play by play of all the things she wanted him to do to her. He’d do them, there was no doubt about it, but he loved hearing her say them.
“I prefer you to tell me,” she whispered. “I love hearing what you’ll do to me, as you do them.”
Of course she did.
“Like when I thrust my finger into your wet pussy?” he asked, his actions following his words.
McKenna’s inner muscles clamped down on his finger as she moaned, spreading her legs wider, giving him better access.
“Or how about when I thrust two fingers into you?”
Tag added another finger, pumping them into her slow and easy.
“Yes. Oh, God, yes.”
“Take off the shirt,” he ordered.
McKenna sat up, dislodging Tag’s fingers from inside her. She whipped the shirt off over her head, tossing it to the deck floor.
“Now stand up.”
When she got to her feet, he followed her. Taking her hand, he led her back through their cabin and out onto the other secluded deck, which had a hot tub. The sun was beating down on them, so it was a good thing he hadn’t heated the water. That was the last thing he needed, something else to heat him up. McKenna was doing a damn fine job of that all on her own, simply by breathing.
Helping McKenna into the tub, he kept her from going all the way in, insisting that she sit on the edge while he rid himself of his boxers, and then joined her.
“Have I mentioned how much I love seeing you naked?” McKenna asked, her heated gaze traveling over him as he climbed into the water.
“You might’ve mentioned it a time or two.”
“Well, I do. A lot.”
Gripping his cock in his fist, Tag pumped himself a couple of times, his eyes perusing McKenna’s lovely body.
“And I especially enjoy watching you jack off,” she said, her voice raspy.
“Is that right?”
“Yes.”
“And that’s what you want me to do now?” he asked, continuing to stroke his cock while she remained riveted to his hand leisurely gliding up and down.
McKenna nodded.
He allowed her to watch him for a few minutes, his cock thickening in his fist, the heat of her gaze making his balls ache with the need to be inside her. He had no desire to come in his own hand, not when she was within arm’s reach, though.
“Why’d you stop?” she asked, her eyes lifting to meet his when he allowed his hand to fall into the water at his side.
He moved closer to her, situating himself between her thighs. “Now, I’m more interested in making you come. And I plan to do that by telling you all the wicked things I’m going to do to you.”
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McKenna’s body had begun to hum with arousal as she sat on the edge of the hot tub watching Tag stroke himself, the muscles on his arms and chest flexing deliciously. He truly was the sexiest man she’d ever seen.
Watching him, admiring every inch of him, was such a turn on, especially when he was pleasuring himself. He didn’t do it often, at least not when she was watching, but she knew he preferred to make her the center of his attention.
She couldn’t complain, either, because the man was incredibly skilled in that department. And she loved the way he spoke to her. The dirty talk, the promises of what he would do to her… It’d always driven her wild. Now was no exception.
“Open yourself for me,” Tag instructed as he eased onto the seat between her spread legs.
A chill raced down McKenna’s spine at his forceful words. She loved when he became domineering and persistent. He was so damn… What was the word? Alpha? Yeah. That was probably the one she was looking for. It made her entire body tingle.
McKenna slid her hand down between her thighs, her fingers separating her folds while she watched Tag’s eyes widen as he stared at her most intimate place.
“I need to taste you,” he muttered, his head moving closer.
Keeping her eyes locked between her legs, McKenna watched as his lips brushed over her stomach, working lower until his warm breath caressed her mound. His eyes lifted to hers once more just as his fingers parted her folds, his tongue darting out, brutally swiping over her sensitive clit, causing her body to jerk in response.
Tag’s arms pushed her thighs wider, holding her open while he proceeded to drive her crazy with his tongue, flicking her clit, thrusting into her. He continued the exquisite torment while her body throbbed with pleasure. He was going to make her come right there, sitting on the edge of the hot tub.
Although their outdoor space was private, she still wondered whether someone could see what they were doing. Considering they were on the top floor, there weren’t any cabins above that overlooked theirs, but that didn’t mean there weren’t cameras somewhere taking in all the action.
Not that she cared. Not with Tag’s tongue sending shards of electricity across every nerve ending.
Gripping Tag’s smooth head in her hands, McKenna pulled him closer, intensifying the friction as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm, rushing toward th
e pinnacle of pleasure.
“Tag,” she moaned, unable to hold on, although she never wanted it to end. “Oh! Yes!”
McKenna pushed her hips forward, pulling his head closer, increasing the friction of his tongue against her clit. Grinding against him, she closed her eyes. “Tag!”
As her body skyrocketed into bliss, Tag pulled her into the water before the waves had ceased, impaling her on his cock and sending a surge of pleasure slamming into her.
“Ride me, baby,” he ordered, gripping her hips as she faced him.
McKenna didn’t hesitate, lifting and dropping onto him, taking the full brunt of his penetration to the deepest part of her, the friction so intoxicating she knew she was going to come again.
But before that could happen, Tag stopped her by digging his fingertips into her hips. “Turn around.”
He forced her to stand, turning her so that she faced away from him as he filled her quickly. His body surrounded her as he held her tightly to him. McKenna gripped the far side of the tub, bending at the waist as he fucked her hard and fast, one of his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, his breath warm against her neck.
“I love being inside you,” he told her. “Love filling you, feeling your cunt grip my dick.”
McKenna tightened her inner muscles, squeezing him until he moaned.
“Just. Like. That.” He punctuated his words with violent thrusts of his hips until McKenna was no longer holding back, she was soaring once more, another orgasm rocking her.
“God yes, baby. Come. Come all over my cock.”
Tag let out a deep, gravelly roar as he came, his hips slamming into her ass as he filled her. Once they both settled, Tag pulled out of her, then situated her onto his lap in the water, his arms wrapped tightly around her.
“I heard you’re goin’ out with the girls tonight.”
McKenna kissed his neck, cuddling up to him. “That’s the rumor. What about you? What will y’all be doing?”
“No idea, but I’ve been told it’s guys’ night. The nanny will watch the kids while we all enjoy a night out.”
“The girls are so cute,” McKenna muttered. “But they’re a handful. Not sure how their parents manage to keep up with them.”
“One day, that’ll be us,” Tag said.
A ribbon of warmth trickled through McKenna’s chest at the thought of having babies with Tag. They’d talked about it, but she knew they’d been putting it off. Not only because they wanted to wait until they were married but also because of their careers. However, they both completely agreed they’d be able to do both—have careers and babies.
Now, as she sat in the warmth of Tag’s arms, waiting patiently for the moment when she got to say I do to this man, McKenna let the euphoric feeling wash over her. She loved him. With everything that she was.
And now … they were about to embark on the rest of their lives together.
Chapter Six
“You win,” Luke said to Cole when Tag approached.
“That I do,” Cole agreed, grinning at Tag.
“What the hell did y’all bet on now?” Tag asked, not sure he wanted to know.
“Whether or not you’d look like a lawyer when you got here,” Cole answered.
“And what did you win?” Tag questioned. “Wait. Don’t answer that. I don’t wanna know.”
The mischievous smirk on Luke’s mouth said it all. If Tag had to guess, Luke and Cole would be hidden away in some dark corner—only because this was a family cruise and not their own private fetish club where they could get down and dirty in public—sometime in the foreseeable future.
“Smart man,” Luke stated.
When the bartender made his way down to their end of the bar, Tag ordered a scotch.
“Xander’s over at the blackjack table with McKenna’s father and brother-in-law,” Cole informed him. “Alex, Kane, Trent, and Shane are dumping money at the craps table. Logan and Eli aren’t here yet.”
Tag glanced around, wondering where his father was. He was the only person that Cole didn’t mention, not that Tag was all that surprised. It seemed that these last few days, Jackson had been using this trip as his personal vacation. After the first dinner they’d all shared together, Jackson and Victoria had spent most of their time alone.
That only bothered Tag somewhat. The fact that his father had agreed to join them on the trip at all was shocking. The man spent his days worshipping his wife, not worried about anyone other than her. He could’ve asked Cole if he’d seen his mother, but Tag’s stepbrother looked otherwise occupied as he stared at Luke with a knowing smirk on his lips.
Before Tag had met McKenna, he’d allowed his father’s behavior to get to him. He had spent the majority of his life playing second fiddle to first, his own mother, and then to Victoria when Jackson had remarried after Tag’s mother’s death.
Tag could somewhat understand at this point in his life because he was infatuated with McKenna, wanted to spend every waking moment with her. Even now, after two years of being with her. But he still couldn’t imagine putting everyone and everything on the back burner. Certainly not the children he intended to have with McKenna.
“Get outta your head,” Luke commanded. “We’re here to have a good time tonight.”
Tag glanced over at Luke and nodded. “You’re right. Did you tell Sierra that they’d be staying with McKenna tonight?” Tag asked.
“I did,” Luke confirmed. “It took both of us to get her to calm down.”
Tag shook his head and laughed. “I wouldn’t doubt it.”
“What?” Cole asked, looking sheepish. “She’s a handful. Sometimes—”
“Don’t finish that sentence,” Tag said with a chuckle.
“Seriously, though, they’re all excited about the wedding. So, of course, when I told her that tonight’s McKenna’s bachelorette party, Sierra got on the phone.”
“With who?” Tag asked.
“Guest services.”
“About?”
“She wanted to see if they had male strippers on board.”
“Oh, Lord,” Tag said on a sigh.
“Good news,” Cole inserted. “They didn’t.”
“Bad news,” Luke added. “We volunteered to be the strippers.”
“We who?” Tag exclaimed, turning to face two of his closest friends, one of whom just happened to be his stepbrother.
“Well, after her parents go back to their cabin, and yours, if they join us tonight, we’ll be putting on a show for the ladies,” Luke explained.
“Are you fucking serious?” Tag questioned, praying that their somber expressions were part of the joke.
“They’re very serious,” said a voice from behind him.
Tag turned to see Logan approach, Elijah walking alongside him. “We’re apparently the entertainment for the night.”
“Oh, hell.”
“They were very accommodating, offering up one of the clubs for tonight’s performance.” Elijah smirked.
“I hope y’all don’t plan for me to strip,” Tag said, downing the scotch the bartender had just delivered before signaling for another.
“Oh, your name’s definitely on the roster.”
“Xander agreed to go first,” Logan stated with a laugh.
Tag’s gaze scanned the room, looking for the giant Dom.
“It’s not like we’re not used to gettin’ naked in public,” Cole countered.
“Y’all, sure,” Tag agreed. “Me, not so much.” Although Tag was a member of Devotion, and yes, on occasion he had been known to enjoy the public exhibition that the club afforded them, it was rare.
Regardless, stripping for a group of rowdy women was an entirely different story.
“Just think, maybe you’ll make a few bucks out of the deal,” Luke said.
Tag glared at his friends, wondering what they hell they’d been thinking when they’d decided this was a good idea.
But more importantly, he wanted to know when the hell Luke McCoy had be
come the optimist.
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“You should have something stronger than that,” Sam told McKenna when she joined them at the table. “It’s your last night as a single woman.”
McKenna chuckled. “I haven’t been single for a long time.”
“Touché,” Sam stated. “But tomorrow’s the official day.”
There was no way for McKenna to hide the huge grin that split her face. She’d come down to join Sierra and Ashleigh at the ship’s outdoor bar an hour ago. She hadn’t been there for two minutes when Sierra’s excitement had gotten the best of her, and McKenna’s friend had blurted that tonight was the official bachelorette party and tomorrow would be her wedding day.
From that moment onward, McKenna’s nerves had been frayed, her excitement palpable. She’d also given considerable thought to what a night of boozing would do to her, which was why she intended to play it safe, stick with wine.
“I assume we’re gonna do something a little more exciting than this tonight,” Mercedes said as she pulled out a chair and took a seat beside McKenna.
“Oh, we are,” Sierra stated with a smirk.
McKenna glanced over at her friend, studying her face. Sierra was terrible at keeping secrets.
“Go ahead. Tell them,” Sam said, a matching grin on her face.
“We got us some male strippers,” Sierra said excitedly.
McKenna’s eyebrows lifted. “On this ship? They have male strippers?”
“No,” Sierra said quickly. “But tonight they do.”
“What does that mean?” Ashleigh questioned, looking just as curious as McKenna was.
Sierra leaned in as though she were about to tell a national security secret. “The boys are gonna be the strippers.”
“Are…” McKenna couldn’t get the question out because she started to laugh, imagining all of their men working it up on stage.
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