by Duncan, MJ
Grey shook her head and pulled back just far enough to look Lauren in the eye. “Trust me?”
“Of course.” The answer was given without thought, and Lauren’s eyes widened as Grey tugged her toward the stairs to the bridge.
Grey’s heart thudded heavily in her chest at the way Lauren followed her without question, one arm demurely covering her naked chest as she climbed the stairs after her. She stopped beside the sunbathing mat that took up the front half of the bridge, and smiled reassuringly at Lauren as she took her back into her arms. “Okay?”
Instead of answering, Lauren simply smiled and used her right hand to guide Grey’s left to her breast. She gave Grey’s hand a light squeeze, and sighed when Grey picked up the motion.
“Good?”
“So good.” Lauren smiled and flicked her tongue over Grey’s lips as she pulled Grey’s top off. “Much better.”
Grey laughed and pressed a hard kiss to Lauren’s lips as she dropped her hands to the clasp on Lauren’s shorts. Topless was definitely a step in the right direction, but she wanted more.
Desire, hot and slick crashed between Lauren’s legs at the feeling of the wind sweeping over her skin when she kicked her shorts and bikini bottoms aside. She had not expected to be so aroused by the feeling of the sun and the air on her body, warming and caressing areas that were usually hidden behind layers of clothing. It was freeing and invigorating, and she felt herself grow even wetter when Grey guided her down onto the sunbathing mat. Lauren settled back onto the mat, her legs falling half open as she looked up at Grey. The brunette was an absolute vision, all sun-kissed skin and taut, sinewy muscle, and she licked her lips as she watched Grey’s fingers curl around the snap on her boardshorts.
Knowing that she had Lauren’s full attention, Grey undressed slowly, pushing her shorts and bikini bottoms down over her hips inch by teasing inch until gravity took over and carried them to the ground. Her eyes roamed over Lauren’s body as she crawled onto the mat, sliding her knees between Lauren’s legs as she held herself up on half-extended arms so that their nipples raked lightly together. She dipped her head like she was going to kiss Lauren but pulled away at the last second, and chuckled at the disgruntled huff that tumbled from Lauren’s lips. “Yes?”
“Just kiss me.” Lauren wrapped her right hand around the back of Grey’s neck and drew her down into her. The kiss was deep and hungry, a toe-curling mix of tongues and teeth and unrestrained desire, and she groaned when it eventually broke. “Fuck, Grey.”
“Maybe later,” Grey murmured. She used her chin to turn Lauren’s head to the side, and brushed her lips over the shell of Lauren’s ear. “You are so fucking sexy.”
Lauren bit her lip and moaned.
Grey hummed and nuzzled Lauren’s ear as she nipped at her earlobe. “I am going to make you scream,” she promised in a husky whisper before she moved lower, wrapping her mouth around Lauren’s pulse point and sucking against it hard enough to leave a mark.
Lauren threaded the fingers of her right hand through Grey’s hair when the brunette’s mouth descended upon her breast. Every lick, nip, and suck made her clit jump, and she sighed as she closed her eyes and surrendered herself to Grey’s touch.
Pleasant sparks shot down Grey’s spine at the feeling of Lauren’s fingers scratching her scalp. She hummed as she sucked hard on Lauren’s left nipple, and pulled her head back to stretch the bud to its limit before letting it fall from her lips. “Gorgeous,” she muttered under her breath as she blew lightly over the swollen nub. She looked up at Lauren through her lashes as she began moving lower, and froze for a moment at the look of absolute ecstasy that was painted across the redhead’s features.
It was so different from the look of tender understanding Lauren had worn the night before, and a gentle affection bloomed in Grey’s chest as she pressed a soft kiss to Lauren’s belly before she dragged her teeth over a protruding hipbone. She watched Lauren’s face as she kissed her way lower, and she was not sure which of them moaned louder at the first slow swipe of her tongue through her. Grey cradled Lauren’s hips in her hands, holding loosely when she lapped lightly at Lauren’s clit and tightening her grip when she ran her tongue in bold, heavy strokes through swollen folds. She purposefully kept her touch varied and her tempo unpredictable, so that it was impossible for Lauren to find any kind of rhythm that might hasten her release.
She wanted this to last.
The irregularity of Grey’s touch had Lauren bucking against her mouth as she sought that perfect combination of speed and force and friction that would send her flying. Her every attempt failed miserably, however, and she groaned as she lifted herself up enough to look down her body at Grey. Grey’s lips were curled in a smile as she teased her with quick, light flicks, and Lauren bit her lip as she reached down to thread her fingers through Grey’s hair. Her eyes fluttered closed when Grey’s tongue dragged heavily over her clit, and she let out a shaky breath as she forced them back open. “God.”
“Yes?” Grey’s smile widened at the way Lauren’s eyelids fluttered when she circled her opening with her tongue. She dug her fingers into Lauren’s hips as she pushed inside, wiggling the tip of her tongue against clinging velvet, and hummed when she pulled out.
Lauren whimpered at the loss, and dropped her head back to the mat. “Don’t stop,” she begged as she lifted herself toward Grey’s mouth. “God, please don’t stop.”
More than happy to oblige, Grey slid her hands lower, cupping Lauren’s ass in her palms and lifting the redhead’s throbbing center to her mouth. The keening moan that was all but shouted at the heavens when she resumed fucking Lauren with her tongue made Grey clench, and she tightened her hold on Lauren’s ass as pushed as deep inside her as she possibly could. She fucked her slowly, firmly, drawing out each short thrust until Lauren writhed against her.
White heat, soft and powerful, spread through Lauren’s body, thrumming with the promise of ecstasy. She rocked her hips desperately against Grey’s mouth as her climax began to crest, the muscles of her lower abdomen tightening until there was nothing left to do but snap. She cried out as she came, her body freezing for an extended heartbeat before relaxing and succumbing to the waves of pleasure that were coursing through her.
And then, just when her orgasm began to ease, Grey’s tongue curled and twisted inside her, and a second orgasm, more powerful than her first, slammed into her. Lauren screamed, unable to hold back as every synapse in her body exploded in a burst of overwhelming pleasure.
Grey eased Lauren through the length of her release and, when the last spasm left Lauren gasping and completely relaxed in her hands, she gently lowered her to the mat and kissed her way back up Lauren’s body. She smiled at the look of pure contentment that lit Lauren’s face as she captured her lips in a slow, deep kiss, letting Lauren taste herself on her tongue.
Lauren moaned softly and stroked her hands up and down Grey’s sides as they kissed, basking in the pleasant buzz that was still thrumming in her veins. “Oh wow,” she breathed when the kiss finally broke.
“Told you I was going to make you scream,” Grey murmured as she nuzzled Lauren’s cheek.
“You did.” Lauren dragged her nails up Grey’s stomach, and smiled at the way Grey’s hips jerked forward. “I want to taste you.”
Grey groaned. “Please.”
“Good,” Lauren muttered, her nipples tightening at the unfettered need in Grey’s voice. She reached down to grab onto Grey’s hips, and stroked her thumbs over the smooth skin before she gave them a tug. “Up.”
What Lauren meant was clear, and Grey’s pulse pounded forcefully between her legs as she crawled slowly up Lauren’s body until she was kneeling above her mouth. She reached down with her right hand and tangled her fingers in Lauren’s hair as the redhead’s hands rubbed broad, soft circles over her ass, and she could not contain the moan that escaped her when Lauren’s tongue finally slid through her.
Lauren smiled at the sight of Grey above her, b
ack straight, chin dropped to her chest as she held her gaze. Grey’s skin seemed to glow in the sunlight, and Lauren ran her hands over every inch that she could reach as Grey’s hips began rolling against her mouth. The feeling of Grey’s thighs against her cheeks was electric, the taste of her intoxicating, and Lauren strained to get as close to her as possible.
“Yes,” Grey hissed as Lauren’s fingers clamped onto her nipples at the same time her clit was sucked between soft, hungry lips. “Lauren…” Her eyes fluttered shut when she was answered with a low moan that reverberated through her.
“Let go,” Lauren encouraged, sliding her hands down to Grey’s hips and pulling her into a faster rhythm. She hummed softly when Grey began moving with her, and lapped eagerly at every inch of skin that came within reach.
Grey’s head fell back as she gave in and began really riding the ravenous mouth between her legs, her hips canting back, drawing attention to her clit before rocking forward when the sensation became too much. It did not take long at all for release to sweep through her, and she cried out Lauren’s name as she came.
Lauren moaned softly at the sound of her name being torn from Grey’s throat, and she watched with unabashed awe as Grey came undone above her. She felt powerful, even though she was not in the position of power at the moment, and she sighed when Grey’s hips rolled away from her.
“Jesus.” Grey flopped onto her back on the mat beside Lauren. She laughed at the feeling of Lauren’s fingers tickling her inner thigh, and shook her head as she covered Lauren’s hand with her own. “Lauren.”
“Tell me about it.” Lauren chuckled softly under her breath as she rolled onto her side and pressed a wet kiss to Grey’s thigh. “We definitely need to do that again,” she added with a smirk as she laid her head on Grey’s hip.
Grey smiled as she combed her fingers through Lauren’s hair. “Which part?”
“All of it,” Lauren answered without hesitation. She winked at Grey as she moved just enough to flick the tip of her tongue over Grey’s clit.
Grey groaned as her body reacted immediately to Lauren’s touch. “Don’t go starting anything you can’t finish, Murphy.”
“Who says I can’t finish this?” Lauren slid the tip of her tongue around the swollen bundle of nerves, and smiled at the way Grey’s legs spread wider for her. “I think you like this.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Grey deadpanned. Her breath hitched at the feeling of Lauren’s lips brushing the lightest of kisses over her, and she sighed as she ran her free hand over the back of Lauren’s thigh. She wrapped her fingers around Lauren’s knee and gave it a light tug. “Me too.”
“So ambitious,” Lauren teased, letting Grey’s hand guide her as she rolled onto her knees and wrapped her arms around Grey’s thighs.
“Absolutely,” Grey agreed, her breath falling in warm waves over Lauren’s center. She smiled as she slid her hands over Lauren’s thighs to her hips, pulling Lauren down to her mouth. And, as she began to match Lauren lick for lick, she could not help thinking that it was going to be a long, glorious afternoon.
Chapter 32
The sound of happy voices made Lauren look up from the plate of apple nachos she was making, and she smiled at the boys as they skipped merrily into the salon. “Hey, guys. How was the beach?”
Reid’s eyes grew wide when he spotted the snack Lauren was making, and he grinned as he scampered for the middle barstool. “Apple nachos!” Apple nachos—apple slices drizzled with caramel and chocolate sauce and topped with chocolate chips—were his favorite snack that Lauren made for them.
“We found the treasure!” Peyton and Max added as they climbed up into the chairs on either side of their little brother, greedily grabbing at the apple slices and trying to hoard the ones with the most chocolate chips.
“Dad has it,” Reid shared.
“Well done, you guys.” Lauren leaned forward to give each of the boys a high five. “You’ll have to show me later.” Movement in her periphery caught her attention, and she looked up to see Grey walking into the salon with Kim and Will. She blushed at the knowing smirk Kim shot her, and turned to wet some paper towels for the boys to use as napkins.
“Lauren made nachos!” Reid announced to his parents.
“I see that,” Kim said. Reid’s face was already smeared with caramel and chocolate, and the twins looked like chipmunks with their cheeks stuffed to bursting. She chuckled under her breath as she shook her head and ruffled the boys’ hair. “So, good afternoon?” she asked Lauren with a sly grin.
Lauren’s blush deepened, and she nodded. “Very good,” she conceded with a smile. Though, to be fair, even calling the afternoon ‘very good’ was an understatement. She was honestly impressed that she was able to walk.
“What’d you do?” Reid asked. “Did you swim at the beach too? I saw a shark!”
“It wasn’t a shark, Reid.” Peyton rolled his eyes and slapped his forehead dramatically. “It was just a fish.”
“It was a shark!”
“Was not!” Max argued.
“Quiet game on three!” Kim yelled. “One…two…three!”
All three boys shut up and glared at each other.
“God, I love that game,” Kim muttered as she reached past the boys to snag a piece of apple.
Lauren laughed. “My parents used to do that one to us, too. And then it changed into the 'who can hold their breath the longest' game.”
“I’m gonna remember that one,” Kim said, nodding as she looked at her sons. “Of course, with these three, they’ll probably hold their breath so long that they pass out.”
“But, they won’t be fighting.” Will grinned and flashed Lauren a thumbs up. “Thanks for the idea.”
“My pleasure.” Lauren looked past the Muellers to Grey, who was running a hand through her hair as she looked at one of the screens at the navigation center. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah.” Grey nodded as she turned to face the group. “Was just checking some things to make sure that we’ll be okay to jump over to Road Town before it gets dark.”
“We get to go more sailing?” Reid asked.
Peyton and Max grinned victoriously as they slapped the table and pointed at him, clearly celebrating the fact that he was out of the game because he talked.
“We do,” Grey told him. She turned her attention to Will and Kim and smiled. “If you guys want, Lauren and I can watch the boys tonight and you two can go have a night out on your own. It will be our last night in a port with any kind of nightlife, and we—” she waved a hand between herself and Lauren, “—thought that you guys might like a little grown-up time.”
“That would be great, thank you,” Kim said, smiling at Grey and Lauren before looking at her husband. “Whattaya say?”
“I never turn down offers for free babysitting,” Will answered with a grin.
It was hardly free babysitting, considering how much they had paid to charter the yacht for the week, but Grey just smiled and nodded. “We kinda figured we owed you one.”
“So do we clear out of British customs tonight?” Will asked.
Grey shook her head. “First thing tomorrow morning. I want to get there right when the office opens. Then we gotta head over to Cruz Bay on Saint John to clear-in with U.S. customs. We can do lunch aboard the boat, or else you guys can grab something in town—there are quite a few family-friendly restaurants that are pretty good right by the customs office—and then we’ll skip over to Christmas Cove.”
“Are there reindeer there?” Peyton asked excitedly.
Max threw his hands up in the air and did a little victory dance in his seat. “I win!”
“Well, the silence was nice while it lasted,” Kim sighed.
“No reindeer, sorry buddy,” Grey told him with a regretful smile. “But, there are some really cool fish, and if we’re lucky there might be a few sea turtles.”
“Turtles are cool,” Max said, grinning at his brothers, who nodded their a
greement.
Grey smiled. “Good. So—” she clapped her hands and looked pointedly at Lauren, “—I’m gonna throw the lines and get us moving. We have a spot reserved in the harbor, but I want to try and get there before it gets too packed to maneuver.”
“I can throw the lines for you, if you want,” Will offered.
“That would be great,” Grey said. “Thanks.”
“Us too!” The boys yelled as they hurried to shove what was left of the apple slices into their mouths.
“Finish chewing before you get out of those chairs,” Kim warned. She shook her head at the way her sons groaned and began chewing with a vengeance to try and finish first. “It is not a race.”
“Yeah right,” Will chuckled. “Have you met our kids?”
Kim just rolled her eyes. Everything with the boys was a race. Whether it was seeing who could get dressed the fastest, or who got to the bathroom first to brush their teeth, nothing was done without it being some kind of competition. “Yeah.”
“Here, guys,” Lauren told the boys as she set open bottles of water in front of them. She smiled at the mumbled “fanks” she got from the trio, whose mouths were still full despite their best efforts. “How many apples did you fit in there?”
“You don’t want to know,” Kim answered drolly. “They watched the Nathan’s Hot Dog contest on the fourth with their cousins, and it’s been all downhill from there.”
“Better than when they watched Ninja Warrior with your brother,” Will pointed out. “At least we haven’t taken any trips to the ER for this one…”
“Yet,” Kim added with a resigned shake of her head. She looked at Lauren and explained, “The boys thought it would be fun to climb their doorframes like the ‘ninjas on TV’—” she framed the words with her fingers, “—and Max fell and broke his wrist.”
“Ouch,” Lauren muttered. “Me and my brother used to do that, though. Would drive my mom nuts.”
“Done!” Peyton announced. He looked at his brothers, who were still chewing like maniacs, and grinned. “I win.”