by Marie Carnay
“Mmm. Fuck, that’s it.” Damon’s hand twisted in her hair and as Tony worked into a rhythm, Damon matched it. He pulled her face down his shaft while Tony pumped from behind. Back and forth, down and up.
Saliva drooled past her lips, and her own cream coated her inner thighs, an orgasm threatened to explode inside her. She’d never been controlled so completely. So unapologetically.
Most men she’d been with had been too timid, too gentle. Is this okay? Did I hurt you? They’d ask so many questions with their halting little pets, she’d give up and get herself off.
Not Tony or Damon. They took what they wanted and gave just as much. She’d already come twice and her clit throbbed, still hungry. A greedy little master, it begged for more.
She moaned around Damon’s shaft and he reached between them. His fingers slipped around Tony’s cock and as Tony pulled back, he coated himself in her juices.
“You’re like Niagara Falls down there. I can’t wait to taste you.” He pulled his hands away and as Daphne sucked his cock, he licked his fingers clean. “So fucking sweet.”
His hand dove back down and as Tony grunted behind her, Damon stroked her clit.
Oh, God. It was too much. She shuddered and shook and Damon stroked her harder, his fingers slipping around her stretched cleft before circling back over her clit.
Daphne lost all rhythm and the men took over. Damon tugging her face down his shaft and Tony pummeling her from behind. It was all cocks and fingers and testosterone. Men. Solid, unbelievable, overpowering men.
An orgasm hit her out of nowhere. Her muscles tightened and both men groaned in sync. They held her there—Tony’s thighs tight against her ass and Damon’s cock stuffed in her mouth—as all three of them came.
Damon’s release shot down her throat, Tony emptied into the condom, and Daphne burst apart inside. Could you die from too much pleasure? Could you overdose on orgasmic bliss?
One after the other, both men slipped out of her and somehow—magic, strong arms, sheer exhaustion—she landed on a pile of pillows on the bed.
Chapter 8
DAPHNE
Sun hit Daphne’s face and she blinked herself awake. Cool, crisp sheets. Giant bed. Warm bodies.
She whipped her head to the side and clamped her hand over her mouth to keep from squealing. Man. Giant slabs of the sexiest male specimens she’d ever hooked up with. Two of them.
Visions of the night before swam through her mind. Tony and Damon. Naked and all over her. She swallowed down a rising panic attack.
Tony’s hands on her hips. Damon’s hands in her hair. The control. The freedom.
She’d never been so lost in sex before. So in the moment. Now? In the light of a clear sunny day?
Holy shit. The words ran on repeat in her brain as images of her real life paraded past like a tabloid montage building up to career suicide. Tony shifted on the bed and mumbled something from beneath the pillow.
Oh, no. They couldn’t wake up and see her like this. Her hair had to be sex goddess tangled, her makeup probably made a telenovela breakup seem tame, and the look of shame on her face… no way. She couldn’t let them know.
As slowly as possible, Daphne crawled over the bed, knees denting the mattress and shifting the still-sleeping men around. Damon snorted and she froze. Please don’t wake up. Please.
She held her breath until he settled down. Thank God. A few more careful moves and she’d made it to the floor. With quick glances at the bed every few steps, Daphne collected her things. Discarded underwear and her bra. Slinky dress that screamed I spent the night with someone. She paused at the door to the suite.
Leaving without a word seemed so…mean. But what could she say? I had a great time, thanks for the orgasms, don’t ever talk to me again? Not hardly. She eased the front door open with a frown and slipped into the hallway.
She hadn’t done a walk of shame since junior year of college. Mortifying didn’t begin to describe it.
How had she let herself get so carried away? Sleep with two men she just met that day? Cruise ship fever sounded more believable all the time. Sane Daphne didn’t do things like this.
She hustled down the hall, holding her clutch tight to her chest and her heels in her other hand. Find her room, take a shower, get the hell off the boat—that’s what she needed to do. She rubbed the side of her hip and winced. Tony’s fingers had left a mark.
His hands holding her tight, his body slamming into her from behind…The vision sent a bolt of heat between her legs and a blush up her cheeks. Damn it. It didn’t matter how good it was, she couldn’t ever do it again.
What if someone on the dance floor recognized her? What if Mr. Hopkins found out?
If he knew that she’d gone on a singles cruise and ended up in bed with two men, all he’d ever see was a body he could use for the right photo opportunity. He’d never see a partner.
All she’d worked for and sacrificed the last five years. It was worth more than a fling on a cruise liner.
He might be an asshole, but she could change his impression of her. A few more clients and good outcomes and he’d see she was more than a skirt and heels. He’d see her worth. It had to work. It was her only way to make partner. Starting over at a new firm meant years of delay. Waste.
Daphne swallowed down her panic and turned the corner. Elevators. Thank God. She pushed the button and waited. It couldn’t come fast enough. As soon as the doors opened, she hustled inside.
A brief ride, a rush down another hall, and she’d made it to her room with no one spotting her. She eased inside the suite and pushed the door shut. I’m alone. Showering, napping, eating breakfast—all logical next steps. But Daphne sprinted to her laptop, threw her things in a heap on the floor, and checked her email.
Nothing. She checked again. No nasty grams from work giving her severance pay and a farewell. No incriminating photos of her dancing like a harlot in the arms of two men.
She eased down onto the barstool and a laugh bubbled up inside her. Why had she expected the worst? Was it the sight of those bodies, naked and exposed?
The memory how good they made her feel? It had been years since she had let go. Even when she had, it hadn’t been like that. She crossed her legs on the stool. No man had ever catered to her needs. Given before he’d taken.
Two? She chewed on her lip. Damon and Tony had opened up something inside her. But she couldn’t act on it. No matter how much she wanted to. Daphne needed to focus on damage control. Containment.
She thought about it like she’d approach a client. It wasn’t like she’d gone to a club in LA and let the paparazzi snap a million pics. Apart from her ticket, there was no evidence she’d even been on the boat.
All she’d done was go dancing on a cruise ship. They were hundreds of miles away from home and she didn’t know anyone on board. If she could paper over married clients getting caught with their pants down in the back of a strip club, she could make one night on a cruise liner disappear.
She wouldn’t even need a favor. This was child’s play. Daphne slid off the stool and shut her laptop. I need to get it together. Starting with a shower.
* * *
TONY
Ugh. Morning, already? Tony rolled over and reached out, hoping to tug Daphne’s sweet body over for a kiss.
He came up empty. The bed was cold.
Not a good sign.
He tugged on some lounge pants and padded into the kitchen. Damon stood in front of the stove, flipping an omelet over in a skillet. If he was cooking it meant one of two things: Daphne was still there and he was making them breakfast, or she’d left without saying a word.
From the tense shoulders and the impatient slap of Damon’s foot up and down on the floor, Tony guessed the latter.
He poured a cup of coffee and pulled out a stool. “When did she leave?”
Damon answered without turning around. “Beats me. I woke up and she was gone.”
“Find a note?”
“Nop
e.”
Tony scrubbed his face with his hand. Had he read her all wrong? He thought about her tight body pinned between them. Her cries of pleasure as she came all night long. Impossible. Maybe she needed a shower.
He sipped his coffee. “I’ll have room service send her some breakfast.”
“Already done.”
Something pooled low in his gut. It couldn’t be jealousy. “Where is she?”
“According to security, she just settled in at the upper deck pool.”
“What’s she doing?”
Damon snorted. “Working.”
Tony drained his mug and held it out. Damon refilled it before sliding his omelet onto a plate.
“You’re joking, right?”
Damon shook his head and sat down next to Tony. “Nope. She’s got her laptop, a coffee, and umbrella service.”
Tony ran a hand through his hair. That woman was full of surprises. “You think she regrets it?”
Damon popped a steaming bite into his mouth and talked around it. “I hope not.”
Wasn’t that the truth. Tony couldn’t claim to be a good boy. Hell, he’d slept his way through his entire class in college two years before graduation. Then it had been Los Angeles and New York. Miami and Vegas. He had single handedly reinvigorated the sex lives of women all over the United States.
With Damon in the mix, they’d been a force. But never in all the years living this fucked up life, had they ever had a night like last night.
The girls were usually too eager to please, too willing. Ever since they’d launched the singles cruise, women threw themselves at their feet. Tony could sit in a bar and before he’d finished the first round, have a handful of women fawning all over him and competing for his attention.
Most would drop to their knees and deep throat him before he could even say please.
Not Daphne.
She had that perfect mix of innocence and sex appeal. Bravery and hesitation. She didn’t need another notch in her lipstick case or a trophy on her bedroom wall. The whole concept of a threesome was novel and overwhelming to a woman like her.
Tony closed his eyes and her lithe body and perfect tits filled the void. He wanted to taste every inch of her skin. Drown in her moans of pleasure. Fuck her all night long. All day, too.
One night wasn’t close to enough.
He waited until Damon finished his breakfast. “You think we should go talk to her?”
Damon got up and put his dishes in the sink as he thought it over. “We could play it casual. Hang out by the pool or invite her to lunch.”
Tony nodded. Casual. It might work. If she got to know them outside of the bedroom…He stood up, ready to throw on some clothes and track Daphne down, when his phone rang.
“Tony speaking.” He listened as Jenkins relayed what he’d found. Shit. “I’ll be there in ten.”
He turned to Damon. “Looks like you’ll have to fly solo. Dave has some info on the bootlegging.”
Damon paused. “I thought it wasn’t serious.”
Tony rubbed the stubble on his chin. “I didn’t think so either, but he said Jenkins wants me to check it out. Said I need to get down there right away.”
Tony hated the idea of Damon going off to find Daphne alone. The more time the two of them spent together, the more she’d compare the two men. Tony knew in any contest Damon would win out. He had it all—good looks, kind words, big heart.
Tony only had one of the three. It didn’t matter what he did or what he said, Daphne would wise up eventually and pick the sensible guy. That’s what everyone did.
He reached out as Damon started down the hall. “I’ll let you know what I find out.”
His best friend nodded and pulled away.
“And Damon?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t let her fall in love without me.”
Damon hesitated before a smile lit up his face. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
* * *
DAMON
Half an hour later, he found Daphne exactly where security said she’d be. Laptop balanced on her thighs, umbrella shading her whole body from the sun. The woman was working on the deck of a singles cruise.
She didn’t belong there and it only made him want her more. Damon walked up and stood beside her, hovering in her shadow until she jumped in recognition.
Her sunglasses yielded her eyes. “How long have you been there?”
“Long enough to know you aren’t really working. You’ve had that same email open for the last ten minutes.”
Daphne pulled her lower lip into her mouth and Damon clenched his fist. So sexy.
She shut the computer with a shrug. “What can I say? I guess I’m distracted.”
“Any chance I might have something to do with that?” Damon eased down onto her lounge chair and perched on the edge. His ass grazed her thigh and she scooted away.
“Maybe.”
Damon hadn’t had to chase a woman in years. He didn’t know where to begin. “I know we’re not what you’re used to, but I thought…”
It sounded stupid. He started over. “After last night…” Fuck. It was all coming out wrong. He ran a hand through his hair and looked out over the water.
How could he get this gorgeous woman to understand? They saw something in her. Hope. A future. Telling her the truth would only scare her away.
She pulled her hair back off her face and it made her seem innocent and young. Unspoiled by their life and past. It took all his strength not to pull her in for a kiss.
To taste those lips. Touch that velvet skin. God.
Call him obsessed, but all he could think about was Daphne and him and Tony all together. They could make it work for more than a week. With a woman who didn’t want them for their reputation. It must mean they had a chance.
He didn’t know what he was feeling. It couldn’t be…He shook his head. No getting ahead of himself. Hell, he didn’t even know if Tony gave a damn.
But one thing was certain—he couldn’t let Daphne walk away. Not until he found out if there was more between them. Something to hold on to.
He pointed at her laptop. “How about you ditch that thing and we have some fun?”
She considered for a moment. “I should work.”
“I promise to keep my hands to myself. Innocent fun only.”
She glanced down at her yoga pants and T-shirt. “Do I need to change?”
“No. You’re perfect.” He stood up and held out his hand. “Want to come?”
Daphne slipped her hand into his and Damon smiled in relief. A few hours of activity that didn’t require deep, meaningful conversation or awkward small talk would open her up.
She’d see what fun they could have together even off the boat. He tugged her down the deck of the ship and his excitement built with each step. He knew exactly how to make her smile and push her boundaries.
They rounded a corner and stopped in front of the check-in. He spun around. “Tell me you’ve never been rock climbing.”
“I’ve never been rock climbing.”
He grabbed both her hands. “You mean it?”
Daphne nodded.
“Perfect.” Damon motioned to the crew manning the rock wall and in moments they were hooked up to harnesses and ropes and at the edge of a fifty-foot wall.
She pushed her sunglasses up onto her head and tugged on his arm. “I’m not so sure about this.” The concern in Daphne’s voice surprised him.
“Why not?”
Her lips thinned into a line. “What if something goes wrong?” She tilted her head back and focused on the top. “What if I get stuck up there?”
Damon grinned. “Then I’ll help you get down. Don’t worry. I’ll be right by your side.”
She stood still for a moment, deciding. At last, she nodded. “Okay. Just don’t let me fall.”
“I’ll have you, Daphne. You’re safe with me.”
“I hope to hell you’re right.”
He waited until she
looked up into his eyes. “I’ll protect you, Daphne.” He wanted to say so much more, but the employee manning the wall gave them the all clear. It was time to climb. By the time they reached the top, he hoped she’d do more than tell him goodbye.
Chapter 9
DAPHNE
This had to be one of the craziest things she’d ever done. Rock climbing on a cruise ship. Talk about out of her ordinary comfort zone. Daphne didn’t even like glass elevators.
She grabbed ahold of the rock above her head and pushed up with her legs. Oomph. It took all her concentration not to slip and go flying. She’d learned that the hard way.
“You’re getting the hang of it.” Damon hung off the wall like he’d been a monkey in a prior life, all grace and ease. The man hadn’t slipped once.
“Thanks.” Daphne put her foot on another ledge and pushed up. “So why cruise ships?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why not a normal career. You went to a good college, you said so last night. Why not investment banking or the law. Why a cruise line?”
Damon thought for a moment. “It’s not that interesting.”
Was that embarrassment? No way. Daphne pulled herself up higher on the wall. “I’m serious. I want to know.”
Damon exhaled and climbed a few feet without a pause. “Tony and I…we weren’t the study hard types. It all seemed so pointless.”
“Poor babies.”
He shot her a look, but paused above her. “One day we were sitting around, ditching class probably, and Tony threw out the idea. He asked me, what are we good at?”
“And you said partying, didn’t you?”
Now she knew he was embarrassed. His jaw flexed and he climbed high enough to hide his face. “You guessed it.”
“Then what?”
“We turned it into a business. There were already singles resorts all over and a couple cruises, but nothing like the Stardust.” He waited for Daphne to catch up. “We started with a small cruise liner, a couple weeks a year. It took off like wildfire.”
