by Alexa Blue
“You asked me to look out for her last night,” Marty says, breaking my train of thought.
The muscles on my face tense up. “Yeah. No one tried shit with her, right?”
“There was one guy that looked a bit pushy. I asked around and found out he was some famous fashion guru.”
My jaw clenches up at the idea of another man getting close with my girl. I know exactly who Marty’s referring to; the dickhead I pulled her away from. “Thanks, Marty. I owe you big time.”
I don’t care who the fuck he is. If this ‘fashion guru’ knows what’s good for him, he will stay the fuck away from my girl.
Victoria is mine.
Chapter Four
Victoria
I can still feel his fingers spreading me open. My heart is in a dangerous place right now, and I know it. I can only pretend to not give a fuck about Tyler, but all those feelings I once had have resurfaced, bubbling at the surface, just waiting to erupt.
To make matters worse, I’ve been told I sometimes sleepwalk. Dear God, please stop me from walking straight into his cabin. The last thing I need in my life right now is to wake up next to Tyler.
My phone vibrates and I reach out for it, but Sarah beats me to it. I watch as her eyes grow large and she drops my iPhone like she’d catch an illness if she holds on to it for a second longer.
“It’s him, isn’t it?” I ask, nibbling on my nails.
“Um,” Sarah chokes, “it’s a him all right.”
I reach out for my phone and see a picture of Marc smiling, holding his cock in his hand. What the actual fuck?
When I heard Marc Stephenson would be on this ship, I mailed him because he is a legend in the fashion industry, not because I want his fucking dick. Now I’m wondering if my flirtatious nature gave him the wrong impression.
Intrigued by the excitement, Charlotte grabs hold of my phone. “Dear God, Vicky. What the hell is happening here? Please don’t tell me you’re exchanging nudes with this man?”
I roll my eyes at her. “Charlotte, I may be a skank, but even I have some morals.”
I’ll admit, Marc is a good-looking man, but I have no interest in him. To be honest, I don’t have my eye on anyone other than Tyler and it’s terrifying.
“What’s going on with you and the captain?” Emily asks, as if reading my mind.
I swallow hard, but over the years, I’ve become quite the expert at hiding uncomfortable emotions. “Girl, you know what I say, right. Fuck love. It’s a waste of time, and I ain’t got no time to waste.”
I swear I can hear crickets chirping in the background as the girls just stare at me.
Finally, Charlotte speaks. “No one said anything about love, Vicky.”
My gaze shifts from Charlotte to Sarah to Emily and I giggle uncomfortably. “You know what I mean. I’ve always been happier single, doing my own thing,” I tell them and walk away.
I often feel like the girls don’t take me seriously. I suspect it’s because I come from a family with money. Charlotte once told me she feels intimidated because she’s never had as much money as me. Fuck, I hate that. I hate people making up their mind about me because of shit my family owns.
What most people fail to be realize is that the more money you have, the more secrets your family holds—and trust me, my family is filled with skeletons in their closet.
If anything, money is the root and cause of all evil.
When I was fifteen, I walked in on my dad cheating on my mom with someone that fucking looked my age! It killed me to know that my dad was being unfaithful, so I told my mom. Imagine my surprise when I discovered she knew about his mistress all along. She knew, but chose to stay in a toxic relationship for the money. Fucking hell, I get riled up just thinking about it.
I love my curves and what better way to show them off than in a sexy bikini? After slipping into sexy beachwear, I pout my lips at the mirror and head out. “I’ll catch up with you ladies a bit later. I’m meeting up with Jonathan for a quick drink,” I say and walk out before any of them ask any further questions.
Jonathan and I find a seat at one of the bars and order martinis to get this day started.
“Girl, I’ve been such a skank over these last two days,” Jonathan confesses.
“You skank!” I say, slapping his arm.
I grin at the sight of his face turning red. “Even had me a little threesome last night.”
“Seriously, Jonathan. Most women struggle to find one man. Where do you find all these gay guys?”
“Girl, every man is gay… with a little convincing. Anyway, what’s up with you and the sexy captain?”
I snigger. “Fuck, not you as well. I don’t want to talk about him. I came here to have fun.” I look up at him. “And don’t you dare give me that look!”
“Anyway, drink up. I have something to show you.”
Jonathan leads me towards the dock, convincing me that I need to get out and get my flirt on with all the sexy guys at the pool. But first, I need the bathroom.
“Oh fuck!” I gasp. Marc stands in front of me, pressing me against the wall outside the lady’s bathroom. From the fumes on his breath and the haziness in his eyes, I can tell he had one too many drinks.
“Marc, what is go—”
He leans in and tries to kiss me, but I turn my head. “Marc, what the fuck?”
He looks possessed, as if he refuses to take no for an answer. I try breaking free from his grasp, but the man overpowers me.
Marc places his hand under my chin and tries kissing me again, but a flurry of movement in the corner of my eye catches my attention, and Marc’s grip on my arms loosens.
Tyler
My jaws clench and I tighten my fists at the sight of him standing over Victoria. At first, it seems like she might be kissing him back, but when I see her fighting him off, I don’t think twice. I dart forward and punch him straight across the face.
When he falls to the ground, I climb on top of him and knock his fucking lights out. It’s only when I hear Victoria begging me to stop that I come to my senses.
I lift myself up, my hand covered in blood, and immediately know I’m in so much shit. I’ve been caught attacking a passenger on camera. But, in that moment, seeing Victoria in harm’s way, I couldn’t give a fuck about the cameras or who might see me.
Victoria is my queen, and any man that tries laying his hands on her will get what’s coming to him.
Victoria’s friend comes running, his interest perked at the commotion outside the ladies’ bathroom. Victoria sobs and I pull her into me, wrapping my arms around her.
“Shhh, it’s going to be okay. I’m here now, and I’ll make sure he won’t touch you ever again, okay?” I whisper into her ear and run my fingers through her hair.
“What the fuck happened?” Victoria’s friend asks like some lost spectator.
“Nothing that cannot be handled. Victoria is coming with me,” I tell her friend. He tries arguing with me, but stops once he realizes my tone is final.
I wrap my arm around Victoria, holding her close as I lead her to a quiet coffee shop. I just want to get her alone, hold her hand and tell her everything will be okay. We’re scheduled to stop over at Haiti tomorrow, and if need be, I will fucking leave that asshole behind. I don’t give a fuck about who he is, or whatever guru people claim him to be. That was the last time he comes near Victoria, and I’ll make sure of that.
Marty comes running up to me as we step into the coffee shop. “Tyler, wait up.” He’s huffing and takes a few moments to catch his breath while shifting his gaze to the beautiful woman I have my arms wrapped around.
“Marty, everything okay?”
“Yeah. I just wanted to let you know that there’s some unseen footage and that it has been sorted.” He nods his head and walks off, knowing I understand exactly what he means.
I sit across from Victoria and take in her beauty. Fuck, the sight of her alone has me catching my breath. She has curves in all the right places and
a feisty attitude to match.
Slowly, she lifts her head to meet my gaze. “Thanks,” she whispers.
“What’s that?” I ask playfully.
“I said, thank you, Tyler,” she grunts.
It’s good to see that smile on her face again. To see how her dimples deepen when she looks at me. The glimmer in her eyes tells me she feels the sparks of desire coursing through our hands as I grab hold of her.
She takes a sip of her coffee and twirls her hair between her fingers. “So, anyway. I need to get going,” she says, thanking me for the coffee and standing to her feet, but I pull her back down.
“Wait. I feel like we need to talk.” I contemplate mincing my words, but decide to just come out and tell her, “Victoria, I still love you. I’ve never stopped loving you. From the moment I laid eyes on you again, I knew I made the biggest mistake of my life by letting you walk away from me, and I’ll be damned if I make that mistake again.”
She tries speaking, tries cutting me off, but I stop her.
“Baby, we’re stopping over at Haiti tomorrow. I’m booking your time tomorrow at 19:30… and I’m not letting you go until you at least tell me that you’ll think about it.”
I see her swallowing hard, and her forehead grows shiny as my fingers rub against her palms. “Okay… One date, that’s it.”
I feel like a kid in a candy store, struggling to hide the massive grin on my face. “Baby, one date with you is all I need.”
She rolls her eyes at my corniness, but she’s loving it—I can tell by her twitching fingers.
“Now, can I leave?” she asks. I hold on to her hand, stretching out my arm to prolong her touch as she walks off.
Checking out her thick ass bouncing with every step she takes drives a raging excitement between my legs. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. I’m going to remind her that no one knows her better than me—no one can make her squirm better than me.
No one can love Victoria more than me.
Chapter Five
Tyler
“Where are you taking me?” Vicky asks as I pull on her hand, leading her off into the dark beach. In the distance, I see the faint light from the candles I’ve set up. Thank God the wind is on my side tonight.
I turn to face her and see her grin under the night lights. By now, she must have answered her own question.
We reach the blanket laid out with a picnic basket. Chocolate covered strawberries and a bottle of Moët greet us. I included a strawberry milkshake in her picnic basket, because if there’s one thing I know Victoria loves, it’s her milkshake.
“Who would have thought?” she remarks.
I grin. “Who would have thought what?”
“That the sexy sailor man can be such a sweetheart; dare I say, a romantic?”
I don’t consider myself to be a romantic, and I’m sure any of the woman that came after Victoria would agree. I’m not doing all of this because I now consider myself to be her romantic knight in shining armor, riding in with a rose clutched between my teeth. I’m doing this because Victoria deserves the best, because she deserves to be treated like fucking royalty.
“Only for you, my queen.”
I lower my glance down to her cute little feet and grin at the butterfly tattoo under the sole of her right foot. I still recall the moment she got the idea to get a tattoo in a place only I’d see. After refusing to let her get a tattoo on her ass, because I refused to have the tattoo artist see the thick ass that belongs to me, she got a tattoo of a butterfly with our initials inked in each wing.
I pop the cork off the champagne bottle and it spills over my hands. Instinctively, Victoria leans down and begins licking the champagne from my hands.
“Damn, someone’s thirsty.” I laugh and fill each glass before handing one to her.
“You know me, I just hate wasting.”
“When we last met, you wanted to go into fashion design,” I say as we lift our glasses to meet with a clink.
“That’s still the dream, but it’s hard work, you know. I was hoping Marc Stephenson would help with that. But, as we both know, he turned out to be a dick.”
My jaw clenches and my lips press into a thin line at the mention of that fuckhead’s name. The thought of him touching Victoria fills me with an anger that spreads down to my core. If that asshole dares show his face near me, I will throw him off my ship, after fucking him up, just to teach him that he will not fucking lay his filthy hands on my woman. “Fuck Marc. You can make it big without that prick. Can’t your parents help you get started?”
Victoria grunts at me like I said something wrong. “What is wrong with all of you? Everyone makes it sound like I depend on my parents for everything.”
I place my hands on her shoulders. “I’m sorry, baby, I never meant to upset you.” I pull her into me. “I don’t ever want to see you upset. I want to see this beautiful smile whenever I look at you,” I say, tracing my finger down her lips.
Victoria spreads her legs slightly. “Fuck, Tyler, you know I can’t control myself when you touch me like that.”
“I’m just touching what’s mine.”
I run my hand against her inner thigh, taking in the ecstasy of her gasping. “You also know I cannot get enough of this silky, smooth skin, Vic.” I work my hand higher up her thighs and can tell she came prepared—she’s not wearing any panties. My fingers brush against her wetness that drives blood straight to my cock. I love how fucking wet she is—wet for me. I push into her, resting my lips just inches away from hers, so she feels the warmth of my breath on her lips. “And you know I really love it when you’re this wet for me.”
Victoria pulls on my shirt, eager to get me naked, and I lower my shorts together with my underwear. I push into her, consuming her lips with mine. I taste and nibble every part of her lips before working my tongue inside her.
I break away and glare at her clothes, offended that they’re covering the sexy body that belongs to me. After dropping her skirt, I pull her crop top over her head. I have her just as I want her. Every beautiful curvy inch of her is at my mercy.
Her nipples stiffen at the sensation of my touch and I rub her buds between my fingers. Out here we’re all alone, and Victoria can make as much noise as she wants. In fact, I want to hear her moaning and feel her squirming under my touch. I want her cries of ecstasy to consume me.
She lays back, running her hands through her hair as I work my way down her body. I’m between her legs, spreading them open and she rests her feet on my shoulders.
Her sweet fragrance together with the cool breeze of the ocean is fucking magical. I almost come on the fucking spot as I breathe in her scent.
“Tyler,” she whimpers. Her name on my lips fills my cock with an uncontrollable excitement. I need to fill her, to feel my cock rub against her sensitive flesh.
“Yeah, baby. I got you,” I say and lower my head down on her. I let my breath tease her a few more moments, blowing a stream of warmth across her aching clit, before extending my tongue onto her entrance.
God, I have waited so long for this moment, since the moment I let her go, four years ago. I have ached to taste this sweet pussy, like a kid anxious to open a Christmas present.
Now that I’m claiming her as my own, I’ll be damned if I let her slip away… not again.
Victoria
Fuck, I missed this.
Tyler pushes into me, spreading my entrance with his powerful tongue. My knees quiver with every inch he takes of me.
Heat fills me, sending a tremble down to my core. I lean forward and grip his hair in my hands, holding on for dear life as he devours my pulsating pussy like he hasn’t had anything to eat for months.
Tyler’s fingers press into my skin when he moves up from my opening to my swollen nub. The man recalls every sensitive inch of my flesh, knowing exactly where to touch me.
“Oh, fuck. Tyler, yes!” I cry out. His tongue swirls against my clit and I feel like I’m losing all control. Harder and fast
er, his devilish tongue rubs against me and I begin losing vision, losing all self-control.
“Tyler… I…”
“Come!” Tyler breathes over me. He rubs those thick fingers against my clit. “I want you to come for me, baby. I want to see your legs shake and I want to hear your moans as your orgasm ripples against this sweet pussy. My pussy.”
His fingers feel fucking savage against my swollen nub, but hearing him claim me as his own is what really drives me over the edge.
I explode.
I scream, so loud that my moans echo into the distance. I won’t be surprised if all the other passengers hear me come. I rock my hips back and forth until my orgasm subsides.
Laying back, I take a few breaths in and out, lifting my head to meet his gaze. I know he still has a throbbing cock begging for attention.
As my orgasm subsides, he continues swirling his tongue inside me, licking up every drop of my juices and letting out a powerful growl at the taste of me.
Tyler crawls up to me, placing my head under his arms. He gives me a few moments to catch my breath and, in this moment, I could not feel safer. He keeps planting small kisses all over my cheeks and my forehead.
The sweet sounds of beach water crashing and me laying in the arms of the only man I have ever loved make this moment all the more magical. Tyler taps me on the chest and points at the sky. A shooting star lights up the Haiti sky and as soon as it passes, he throws his body over mine. I feel his excitement pressing against me, and I cannot help but crave more of his touch.
