by Jayne Rylon
She didn’t even know who it belonged to. It didn’t matter. It was an extension of Archer.
“Shh, let it in,” he coached her, obviously more aware of their surroundings than she was. “You’ll like it. I promise. They know what they’re doing.”
Filled in front and back, with a pair of tongues lashing her most sensitive parts while Archer rode her, it didn’t take long for Waverly to reach her breaking point.
“You’re going to come for me already?” Archer didn’t sound like he was upset about that. “Show them how lucky I am to have you. Go ahead.”
Six hands now stroked her, from her arms, which had gotten attached to either side of the leather pillow her head rested on, to her ribs to her calves and everywhere in between. Tongues licked, mouths sucked, and Archer’s dick fucked.
And fucked.
And fucked.
Sometime after her fourth or fifth orgasm, Tosin spared her breasts and diverted his attention, at least for a little while. He whispered, “We’re sorry, Waverly.”
Then he kissed her. Lightly, in contrast to the escalating thrusts of Archer’s shaft within her.
In the midst of the passionate tsunami that threatened to wipe her out with a mammoth wall of pleasure, she had an epiphany.
Waverly met Archer’s stare as he rammed into her. Sweat poured down his face and chest. She’d never seen him so frantic, or so honest. Was it because his friends were there to make sure he didn’t go too far? Or because, for the first time, he planned on ravishing her without stopping short?
Given their history, she figured it was the former.
She realized then that up until this moment he had still been cowering. Running from the negative aspects of his legacy. Too afraid he would become his father—though two men couldn’t possibly be more dissimilar—to embrace his wealth, his power, or his dominant streak.
This man unleashed, fully revealed to her for the first time—this was Archer.
And she couldn’t possibly love him more.
Too bad every cell in her body was focused on complying with his demands or she would have told him so.
Waverly looked at Miguel, then Tosin, hoping they knew how much their apology had meant to her. That went double for the affection they lavished on her. For Archer’s friends to so obviously approve of her as his mate, it mattered.
To them all.
“She’s getting close again,” Miguel warned Archer and Tosin, though she was fairly sure there was no way Archer could miss that fact considering how tightly she gripped his shuttling cock. For that matter, her ass clamped down on the finger buried inside it, too.
Her entire being gathered, compressed like a black hole about to explode in a big bang. She was afraid to surrender to the overwhelming feelings that were inspiring her in case she flew apart and could never pull herself back together again.
“Do it,” Miguel urged her. “Let go of it all. Give him everything. It will be okay. We won’t let anything happen to you. We’re sorry we let you down, Waverly. It won’t happen again.”
Archer stared at her, unblinking as he pummeled her in a frantic pace.
When she realized that by holding out, she was prolonging his torture, she listened to Miguel.
She surrendered.
The rapture that overtook her then made the whole world seem brighter for an instant. Energy pulsed between her and the three guys who bonded with her. Most of all, with Archer.
She threw her head back, discovering that the ceiling was mirrored.
Waverly studied their reflection as she absorbed the sensations given to her by one man, though he used two additional people to make his gift. The image that came back to her like the hottest porn she’d ever watched multiplied her pleasure.
With one final massive thrust, Archer shattered her.
Waverly came and came and came as she felt him do the same.
The guys got their wish as they watched up close while Archer blasted her with his come, painting her pussy from the inside out. He coated her in his epic release, making Miguel and Tosin curse then shout.
Had they been jerking off? She couldn’t see since they knelt beside the swing, their lower bodies out of view. Were they coming too?
She no longer cared, though the thought that witnessing her and Archer’s joining could impact them too only made her more shivery inside. She flew, riding the rush that accompanied the best orgasm of her life. When it was over, the three men around her helped her glide back to earth with soft pets and kind words.
Eventually Tosin and Miguel stood to go. They each kissed one of her cheeks before Miguel murmured, “Welcome to the club.”
She drifted off then, barely able to stay awake as exhaustion washed over her.
The last thing she remembered was Archer praising her as he collected her and took her back to their room. He tended to her, sitting with her in the hot tub on the balcony for a few minutes so the jets could massage her sore muscles. Then he dried her off and tucked her into their bed. He spooned her as he held tight, refusing to let her go.
If only they could stay that way forever.
Archer must have sensed her slight tensing. He stroked her belly, taking it away again, helping her stay relaxed after the enormous relief he’d granted her. “We’ll worry about tomorrow, tomorrow. For now, sleep. I’m with you,” he promised before placing an achingly tender kiss on her cheekbone.
Trusting him, as she had promised she did, she sank into his sheltering arms and yielded to unconsciousness.
Twenty-Three
Trouble came looking for them before tomorrow could fully become tomorrow.
A triple bang on the door to the owner’s suite had Archer sitting upright then rolling from bed in an instant. He hadn’t slept long, but he’d slept hard. The best sex of a man’s life would do that to him, even if there was trouble as massive as theirs looming.
A glance at the bedside clock confirmed it was two in the morning.
For a split second he thought, please don’t let there be another body, followed by, if there is, at least I can be Waverly’s alibi this time. It was an awful thing to think, and made his stomach roil.
When he opened the door, no one was there.
Or at least, not at eye level.
A groan drew his attention to Ted, slumped on the ground. Blood poured from between his fingers, which clutched his abdomen. “Son of a bitch! Waverly, get the doctor!”
Archer whipped off his shirt and pressed it to the gash in the young guy’s torso.
In the background he heard Waverly calling for help.
It wasn’t long before people rushed them from both sides of the hall. Miguel, Tosin, Banks, Captain Alex, and the doctor huddled around. It only took a look or two for the doctor to say, “I can get him stable, but we don’t have blood onboard for a transfusion. He needs to be flown out of here. As quickly as possible.”
“Let me get dressed.” Waverly ducked back inside long enough to throw on her uniform.
“Is the weather too bad for flying?” Archer asked. “I don’t like this.”
“I’m not going to let another person die if I can help it.” She dared anyone to stop her.
Miguel spoke up. “Hey, don’t feel the need to prove something just because I was an idiot before. No one thinks you had anything to do with Vanessa’s murder. If this isn’t wise, you shouldn’t do it.”
Ted groaned again, drawing their attention. He seemed less alert.
Captain Alex kept asking him who’d attacked him. He wasn’t responding.
“It’s the right thing to do,” she insisted. “I can fly in this. It’s not that long of a flight and I’ll be heading away from the storm. The sooner we take off, the better.”
Archer wrapped her in a bear hug. “Be safe.”
“I promise.”
“Come back quick. I’ve got more things to show you in the clubroom.” He kissed her then, branding her with his passion. Or at least he hoped he had.
The
n there was less time for talking as people did their jobs. Tosin helped the doctor get Ted situated and into the chopper. Banks called ahead to the hospital and let them know there was a patient en route. Captain Alex spoke with the authorities.
Archer watched as his girlfriend climbed into a helicopter to save someone’s life.
She was amazing.
He held his breath as she lifted off and watched until she blended into the darkness. His chest ached when he could no longer make out the blinking lights on the helicopter.
“Let’s go to the bridge. That way you can still talk to her until she gets there safe,” Miguel offered, nudging Archer inside.
They got there just in time to hear Ted command Waverly, “Turn off the radio.”
Archer’s spine went ramrod straight. Why would he say that? And why didn’t he sound as out of it as he had been a few minutes ago? His condition should deteriorate as he lost more blood, not improve.
A couple of clicks came over the air before Waverly said, “Okay, it’s off. What’s up?”
Captain Alex acted quickly, mashing a few buttons on his own control panel. “I’ve muted our end so he thinks she really did it.”
If Ted believed that, he would be the stupidest guy on the planet. Then again, there was no faking how much he’d bled. Maybe he was afraid or wanted to make a deathbed confession, just in case. “Good, thanks. We’re not going to the hospital. Not to any island, either. Take me back to Caracas. Or someplace else in South America we can reach easily. Anywhere I can rent a car and be on my way. You’re the pilot, use your imagination.”
Every person on the bridge went quiet. Dead quiet.
“Why should I do that, Ted?”
Archer wondered if he was the only person who could hear the barest hint of fear in Waverly’s voice. For her, that was a lot. There was a whole heap of fuck you in her tone, too. That scared him to the bone.
“Because I’ll split the profits from selling these with you.” A rustle, and then a pause.
“Where did you get a giant ruby and a bunch of gold coins?” Waverly asked, clearly letting them know what was happening.
“NO!” Archer shouted as he swiped his arm across the table. He sent papers, glasses, instruments, and who knew what else crashing to the floor. This couldn’t be happening.
His nostrils flared. He had to do…something, anything, but there was no way to reach Waverly. He couldn’t intervene or assist. Helpless, all he could do was listen.
“Let’s call it a parting gift from your boyfriend. I found them in his safe after I overheard him telling Miguel the combination this morning. Saved me a step. I was going for the gun so I could take you hostage and maybe get some ransom money out of him. I mean, I know that didn’t exactly work out the first time I tried it, back in Caracas, but first I didn’t think he gave a shit about you. And then when they said he was on his way, those assholes took forever showing up. How did I know your boyfriend was going to get there so damn quick? He must really like you. Which is great for getting top dollar. But this…this is way easier.” He laughed then, and it was clear he might be a couple rubies short of a necklace himself.
“So what’s in it for me?”
“I’ll give you a cut. How’s thirty percent?”
“Why shouldn’t I haul you back to the Divemaster and collect a reward the honest way?” she asked.
“Don’t antagonize the wackadoodle, Waverly!” Banks shouted, though he knew she couldn’t hear him.
Ted didn’t say anything to that.
But Waverly did. “Oh. Well, I guess that answers the question about where my gun went.”
Archer couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see. Miguel and Tosin were there, holding him steady.
“If I’m crazy enough to stab myself to get airlifted to South America, I’m crazy enough to use this.” No one would argue with him about that. “If Vanessa hadn’t seen me coming out of your room and ran off to tattle, I wouldn’t have had to shoot her. Then I could have waited until tomorrow and taken off before anyone knew this stuff was missing. The room searches were getting closer. I couldn’t take any more chances. I’ve never done anything like this before. I don’t particularly like it either. Couldn’t stand it on that ship, being ordered around, nowhere to go to get away and no other skills to earn a living. What good is a ship’s officer who doesn’t want to live on ships? It was driving me nuts. I need a way out. This is it. Sometimes you do what you have to in order to survive, right?”
“Right. I know exactly what you mean,” she said.
Captain Alex muttered something about background checks. There hadn’t been any dirt to find. Archer didn’t blame him, or Banks, or anyone except Ted himself for this disaster.
“I’d like my gun back now, Ted.” Waverly sounded calm and almost friendly, though Archer knew she was seething inside.
“Um, how about no?” the punk answered.
“We both know that as soon as I land this helicopter, I’m of no use to you. What’s to keep you from shooting me then?” she asked.
Archer was wondering the same thing, and he couldn’t imagine this ending well.
In the background he heard Captain Alex calling in an update to the authorities. Why bother? There was nothing they could do either. Waverly was the only one who had even a bit of control over her future right now.
And he didn’t like her odds.
Ted didn’t answer again.
“Look…” Waverly tried another tactic. “You’re bleeding really heavily still. You’re going to need help to get fixed up. Give me the gun, and I’ll take it as a good faith gesture that you’ll keep your word on splitting the cash from the treasure. I’ll help you hide from Archer and back you up when the doctors ask where you got that gash.”
It said something that no one in the bridge reacted to her faux-bargain. Not a single person believed she would actually do that to him. Archer especially.
“Just fly, bitch.”
“If that’s the way you want it.” Waverly sighed. Then whispered, “I love you, Archer.”
“That’s sweet. But your boyfriend isn’t here to save you.”
“That’s okay. I’ve got this,” she said.
Right before a gunshot rang out and the communications with the chopper failed for real.
Archer didn’t care who heard—he howled, the sound tearing out of him like someone had ripped his soul from his chest. He crashed to his knees, unable to stand.
Everyone else in the room was still as statues, frozen by shock at what they’d just heard.
Not Archer. He went ballistic. “We’ve got to find her! What are her coordinates?”
Someone called out the final reading before everything had gone dark.
“It’ll take a few hours for the ship to get over there given the tides and this current, if we can even make it with the weather escalating and nighttime to contend with. We could run aground. I don’t advise attempting it before dawn, if at all.” Captain Alex closed his eyes briefly. “In fact, I can’t do it. There are other people’s lives at stake on this ship. They’re my responsibility. I’m sorry.”
Miguel stepped up then. “Come on, Archie. We’ll take the Zodiac.”
“Is that prudent?” Banks asked, utter devastation twisting his features into an unrecognizable mask.
Captain Alex said, “No.”
At the same time, Archer, Tosin, and Miguel said, “Yes.”
“Wait.” Banks tried again. “Let’s think. Another senseless death, or three, isn’t going to bring her back.”
“Don’t talk like that! Like she’s gone!” It couldn’t be. Archer continued, “I’ll drop dead of a heart attack anyway if I have to sit on my hands for hours to find out what’s happened to her. She could be hurt. Without help, she might…no. I can’t take that chance. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”
“I said it wasn’t smart. But I won’t stop you.” Captain Alex admitted, “It’s what I would do if she was my girlfriend.”
“Be careful, boys.” Banks did something Archer had never seen him do in all his life. He sank to his knees and began to pray.
The three divemasters slammed out the door and into the pouring rain. They prepped the boat without bothering to shout above the wind. Then they strapped themselves into life jackets. Just before they climbed in, the thing bucking so hard they clipped themselves to it with lines and carabiners, Archer turned to them. “This is crazy. I should go alone.”
“No way,” Miguel said immediately. “You can handle the navigation and the driving solo, but you can’t reach the spotlights from back there. Without those, you won’t make it more than a quarter mile before you’re lost or hit something on the surface and put a hole in this thing.”
“You’re wasting time,” Tosin agreed. “We’re doing this together.
With that, they launched the boat and took off, leaving the relatively safety and ultimate comfort of the Divemaster behind them, possibly for the last time.
Archer had never been so scared in his life.
Not because of the waves, or the storm…
But because he didn’t know what he would find when they reached Waverly’s final transmitted coordinates.
It was the longest thirty-five minutes of his life.
The rough ocean tossed the guys around like a rubber ducky in a whirlpool.
They’d circled the area Waverly had last radioed from at least a dozen times and didn’t see her anywhere. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected but was starting to feel foolish. It was entirely possible that his rash decision could get them all killed.
He refused to think about the possibility that Waverly was already waiting for them below the surface.
Every bit of him hurt.
“Archer, I hate to say this,” Miguel shouted from up front. “But…I think we’ve got to call it for the night. It’s getting rougher. We’re in trouble. I don’t even think we should try to make it back.”
Tosin didn’t say anything. Instead, he nodded, looking green.
“Fuck!” Archer yelled, then admitted defeat. “You’re right. Find someplace to beach this thing and ride the storm out. We can start searching again as soon as it’s clear.”