Pleasure Cruise Trilogy (Box Set)

by Michelle M. Pillow

  She caught a flicker out of the corner of her eye and jumped as the door to the bathroom opened fast. It slammed shut before she’d turned all the way around.

  “Mon sucré… I was not expecting you so soon,” a deep voice laced with a light French accent said.

  Winter turned slowly and swallowed hard when she saw the Adonis in the bathroom doorway, only mildly concerned that someone was in her stateroom. After years of living communally growing up, seeing someone suddenly appear wasn’t as shocking as the idea sounded. He was dressed in only a towel and his muscles rippled over his body as he took a step toward her. She forced her gaze upward and nearly passed out from extreme hormone overload when she found herself staring into the darkest set of chocolate-colored eyes she’d ever seen.

  The stranger had his hair pulled back tightly from his chiseled face, leaving him with a hard edge about him. She glanced at the closed cabin door and back to the man. “Funny, I wasn’t expecting you at all. Are you some sort of consolation gift?”

  He shook his head.

  Okay, not much in the way of talking.

  “You have a name?” The corner of his mouth twitched and if Winter didn’t know better, she’d have thought he was trying not to laugh at her. “Cat got your tongue?”

  “If I’m lucky she will,” he said so softly she almost missed it.

  “I’m Winter.”

  “You’re named after a season?” The man tipped his head to the side, appearing to be surveying her.

  “Mmm-hmm, my sisters are named Summer, Autumn, Spring and Breeze.”

  “Breeze?” He cocked an eyebrow.

  She smiled sheepishly at him before turning to grab one of her bags. “My father is part Native American and, combined with my mother who is peace, love and harmony through and through, they make for a rather eccentric couple.”

  The stud before her glanced at the red-silk-covered lamps and then down at her pink duffel bag. “Ah, and you in no way take after them? How is it that they decided to name one of their offspring Breeze?”

  “They ran out of seasons and weren’t expecting to have any more.” Winter shrugged.

  “I see.”

  She waited a fraction of a second and when he showed no sign of talking more, she sighed. “So, are you going to tell me who you are?”

  “I’m Christian Badau.”

  “Nice to meet you, Mr. Badau.”

  “Christian is fine.”

  “Wonderful, now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to wash the stench off and then hit the main deck. I came on this trip with Anna to get some amazing sex for a week, not to chat the day away in my cabin, even if it is with a gorgeous man. Unless—” Winter stopped just short of propositioning the hunk. “Wait, did the network executives get one of my messages and reschedule our trip to a sex cruise?”

  He shook his head slightly.

  “Pity.” Winter waited to see if he’d leave. When he didn’t, she shrugged and yanked her shirt over her head. Tossing it behind her haphazardly, she mumbled to herself, “Now where did I pack that T-shirt I tie-dyed for the trip?”

  “Tell me, do you always take your clothes off in front of men you just meet?” There was something in his voice that sounded threatening. Under normal circumstances, she would have felt a bit uneasy to be locked in a room with a man as powerful as this one seemed to be. But since she was on vacation, she was willing to accept his oddities—for the moment. Plus, she was armed with Supernatural Pepper Spray 3000.

  “Of course.” Winter smiled. “I love everything about me. Human bodies are works of art, so natural, so pure and it’s a shame to keep them covered all the time.” She twisted slightly and used the bed to steady herself as she removed her long skirt. She reached up to untie her bikini but stopped when she felt two warm hands pushing her hair out of the way.

  “I would appreciate it if you did not undress in front of other men on the boat.” He worked the tie to her bikini loose and let his hands slide over her shoulders.

  Winter’s legs nearly gave out from the tingling feeling that spread throughout her body with just his touch. Never had a man made her pussy damp by barely touching her. Christian moved in closer to her, his tall frame dwarfing hers as he wrapped his arms around her.

  “You fit against me perfectly. It is as they said it would be.”

  “As who said what would be? And how long have you been here? You do realize that contractions are perfectly acceptable in modern-day speech patterns? Not that I’m not digging the whole ‘French hottie’ thing you’ve got going but you sound a bit like Count Dracula.”

  He huffed. “I am not a vampire. I am a full-blooded—umm—full-blooded Frenchman and proud of it.”

  “All right then,” Winter said as she bit back her laugh. Christian sure was testy, in a sexy “want to lick every inch of him” kind of way. Snuggling back against him, she felt his erection through the towel and had to grab hold of his arm to steady herself. If what was pressed against her butt was indeed his cock, then she might have finally met her match.

  “I can smell your desire for me. Do you often find men you’ve only just met attractive?”

  “Do you always talk this much or do you actually fuck women who are ready and willing? The trip here was long, my shots are up-to-date, I’m horny as hell and want a big cock stuffed in me as soon as possible.”

  “I…” He hesitated. “Are you not concerned with why I am here?”

  “No. I don’t believe in conventional boundaries, like locked houses or in this case locked staterooms. Everyone is free to come and go as they please.” She reached her hand back and let it slide down his hard abs, coming to a rest on the top of his towel. Winter leaned forward as she freed him from his terrycloth confines. He gasped and a sultry laugh escaped her lips. “I’m only concerned with one thing right now and that’s how long it’s going to take you to ram that cock in me. Unless you don’t want me?”

  Christian’s voice sounded strained as he whispered in her ear, “You do not wish to get to know me first?”

  “Hey, with what I suggested, we’ll get to know each other a hell of a lot faster than sitting around trading childhood stories. Are you in or out?”

  “In or out?”

  Winter sighed—a perfectly fuckable cock was hard and free behind her, yet this guy wanted them to get to know each other. “Yes, are you going to fuck me or shall I head on down to the main level and see what hunk will fill in for you? Cocks are interchangeable. They come in all shapes and sizes. I just pick the closest one, double-check the packaging and hop on for a ride. It’s really not that hard to understand. With all the advances in modern society, sex is safer than driving a car. It’s also way more fun and easier on the environment.”

  Growling, he spun her around. Immediately her eyes went to his ruddy cock. She gasped at the size of it. It was every bit as big as she’d assumed, maybe even bigger. The pulsing veins running along it made her want to touch it, hold it, suck it. When her gaze trailed up his body, she found his dark brown eyes staring at her with fiery intensity.

  “You are not to look at another man from here on out, let alone fuck one.”

  “Pfft,” Winter huffed. “You don’t own me, bucko. Since you seem to want to bark orders at me instead of handling my needs, cover that monster of a cock and get the hell out of my stateroom.”

  “What happened to not locking doors?”

  “I changed my mind. I’m female. I can do that. Now, leave. I need to freshen up and have sex. At this point I don’t care if the other party is male or not. Sex is sex.” Winter turned and tried to head toward the bathroom door. Christian seized hold of her arm, stopping her in mid-motion. Winter gasped. “Hey!”

  “You are mine.” The look on his face dared her to contradict him. Before Winter could even think to do so, his lips crashed down onto hers. The energy that poured from his mouth to hers was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. His warm tongue skated around hers, ducking and weaving at all the right moments
—taking her to new heights, making her pussy quake and her breasts swell.

  A shock of pleasure racked her system and the minute his hands intertwined in her hair, she knew she lost herself to him. His possessive words echoed in her head, staking claim in a way she’d never known until even she wanted to scream that she was his and his alone. Men had touched her body plenty of times but none had touched her soul, not like this, not like Christian.

  She closed her eyes and felt him all around her. At that moment, Winter would have barked like a dog if he told her to. But she rather hoped he’d tell her to drop to her knees and suck him off. If his dick tasted half as good as his delicious mouth did, she might very well spend a week swallowing his cum.

  * * *

  Christian’s hands traveled downward and he cupped his mate’s ample breasts, keeping her upright body close to his. How he’d been so lucky as to receive the golden-skinned beauty before him, he couldn’t fathom. Surely the Powers That Be smiled upon him. Though Winter was a free-spirited female, her natural sexuality and inner goodness made his chest tighten. The minute he’d sensed her entering the cabin, he’d used all his supernatural senses to read her. The panther traits he carried within recognized her as his mate instantly and when he searched her soul and found only lightness, he knew the cruise had been the right decision. If only she wasn’t a human. Could he ever really spend eternity next to something he’d thought less of for centuries?

  Pinching Winter’s erect nipples between his fingers, he realized they reminded him of rock-hard pebbles. He needed to taste them, sample her flesh. Dropping his head down, Christian took one in his mouth and moaned, “Mm, mon sucré. So sweet.”

  Winter made a weak noise of pleasure and heaved her chest upward. Christian’s eyes rolled from the divine taste of his destined mate’s flesh. The smell of her arousal assailed him and his cock demanded attention.

  Christian did his best to focus on exploring every inch of the woman before him. Despite the fact that the Powers That Be and the panther that resided within him deemed this woman his true and only match, he would not complete the necessary binding rituals until he was sure. To tie oneself to a human unnecessarily was beyond foolish. After the deed was done, if he tired of her, it wasn’t as though he could leave her and fuck someone else. One rather substantial drawback to being a were-panther was that once mated, he could no longer have sex with anyone other than his mate. Literally, the sexual organs failed to respond to anyone else and not being able to sink his cock into another woman could prove to be an issue.

  The likelihood of the free loving, peace and happiness, crazy woman before him, who was currently making pre-cum seep from his shaft, wanting to be converted into a supernatural was slim to none. There would be no way for him to love her unconditionally if she remained human. Or was there?

  As Winter rubbed her body against his more insistently, Christian began to think less about her being human and more about throwing her down and trapping her beneath him while he had his way with her. Leaning over, he kissed her, loving the taste of her mouth as he delved his tongue inside. Could he make this woman who didn’t discriminate between the cocks she rode cry out his name and beg only him to fuck her, or would he pale in comparison to what she was used to?

  How dare she make me doubt myself? My sexual prowess is world-renowned! Entire countries have gone to war over me fucking this queen or that!

  The second Winter took hold of his shaft, rubbing her hand up and down over its hot length, Christian lost his train of thought. She slid her thumb over the tip, rubbing in small, delicious circles. Groaning, he couldn’t concentrate beyond her circling fingers. He’d been upset about something, but what?

  Whenever stimulated, his cock continually flowed with pre-cum, making the shaft slick and ready to enter whatever female he was with. Since he was larger than most men, the extra moisture came in handy. Winter worked the pre-cum over his cock with her skillful hands. His abdomen tightened as the feel of impending orgasm approached. Never before had he lacked the control to stop himself from coming so quickly. But now the very idea of bathing Winter in his hot cum turned him on. He wanted to see her on her knees, sucking him and then he wanted—no, needed—to shoot semen all over her perfect breasts.

  Then I shall move to her pussy.

  Thankfully Winter broke away from their kiss or he’d have missed out on both fantasies and merely come in her hand. She looked up at him, her deep blue eyes penetrating his resistance. Perhaps she was part Fae. That would explain her allure. The minute she dropped to her knees, Christian’s legs began to shake. Could he do this? Could he, a man who had fucked dozens of women at a time, stay vertical long enough for this human to circle his aching cock with her beautiful, full mouth?

  His answer came the minute Winter parted her pink lips and took the head of his cock between them, sucking him into her warm, wet mouth. Christian’s knees buckled from the pleasure that jolted through his loins. Heaven, that was Winter’s mouth and he’d had only a sample of what she could offer. Winter broke free of him a second before he collapsed next to her on the floor. Miraculously, Christian managed not to come but already the embarrassment of succumbing so quickly to the temptress before him had begun to set in.

  Winter chuckled and moved to stand over him. Feeling like a foolish virgin, Christian narrowed his eyes sharply and got to his feet. Chancing a glance down, he noted the confused look on her beautiful face.

  Take her in your arms and tell her she has done nothing wrong.

  Fighting his own conscience, Christian stalked away, heading straight for the bathroom. This wasn’t the way a Badau behaved. Caving and falling to his knees was something human males did, not him.

  “Uh, Christian?”

  “Excusez-moi, je dois partir maintenant,” he said sternly as he closed the bathroom door. Wondering whether Winter had understood that he’d just said “I have to go now” and not something completely rude, Christian entertained the idea of going back out to explain so her feelings wouldn’t be hurt. Deciding his ill temper would only serve to drive a wedge between them, he held back. Staring into the oval mirror, he couldn’t help but wonder how he let things go so wrong so soon.

  Chapter Three

  Winter sat on the floor for a moment and then shrugged. Normal people might have been insulted by Christian’s abrupt behavior but Winter was anything but normal. It wasn’t as though she was proud of that fact but she had come to terms with it long ago. At first glance it might appear as if Christian was being rude, but she had a deep feeling that he was just scared. There had been a look in his eyes that she’d seen on many occasions. It was the look of a man who was not only well-sated but in the process of falling head over heels for the woman he was with. Over the years, many men had done just that—fallen for her—and she had little doubt that her free spirit and open take on sex had much to do with it. The idea of such a big confident man being frightened only made her want Christian more. However she had a hunch he wouldn’t like admitting to such a “weak” feeling, even if fear was as natural as any other emotion.

  Snatching her bikini top, she tied the strings at the base of her neck and double-checked that the tiny circular scraps of material covered her nipples. Once she was satisfied with how she looked, she snatched a light green wrap from the front of her bag and tied it around her waist.

  “It was… umm… interesting to meet you, Christian,” she yelled toward the bathroom door so he could hear her. “I’m heading out now. Be sure to lock up when you leave. Unless I’m in the wrong room, then do whatever you want.”

  Winter hesitated for a moment on her way out the front door. Glancing back toward the bathroom, she wondered briefly why Christian had been in her stateroom at all. Or did the porter truly lead her to the wrong place? Growing up the way she had, in various communal-type living quarters with her free-spirited family and their values, she was used to other people being around. Shrugging, she knew the situation would work itself out. No reason
to worry over what she couldn’t do anything about. The sound of robust male laughter caught her attention. Pulling her thoughts from Christian, she headed out.

  Walking down the corridor and up a set of stairs toward mid-ship, she spotted a group of buff men near the entrance to one of the ship’s many lounges. The only reason she even knew that was because Anna was a freak and had memorized every detail on the ship’s blueprint. Why the cruise line had included that in the brochure was a mystery. Listening to Anna ramble on and on about emergency exits and proper Muster station evacuation procedures had driven her mad.

  A tall blond looked in her direction. Out of flirtatious habit, Winter boldly stared at the eye candy before her. His gaze raked over her and a lecherous smile splayed over his handsome face. Winter hoped he’d carry out all that the look promised. She hadn’t been kidding when she’d told Christian she needed to have sex. Whatever it was they’d done in the cabin had made the urge even greater. Every inch of her skin was on fire. And Winter could think of nothing better to put out the flames than a few hot, fuck-o-licious studs.

  Sashaying up to them, she reached out and touched the blond’s upper arms. “My, my, stranger, what big muscles you have.”

  He smiled. “All the better to hold you with, darling.”

  Feeling incredibly bold and, oddly enough, hurt by Christian’s unexplained departure before she’d finished, Winter moved up and pressed the front of her body to his. The man’s smile widened, revealing a mouth full of very white, very sharp teeth. “My, my, what big teeth you have.”

  “All the better to eat you with, sugar.”

  Chills ran over her spine and they weren’t entirely sexual. There was something in the stranger’s voice that sounded threatening. When he wrapped his arms around her, she froze.

  “Are you up for some games?” he asked. The other men with him circled around her, all staring down at her with the same scary but sexual looks. “We can give you the time of your life, little girl.”