Two if by Sea

by Marie Carnay

  Date two men at once? It’d be so far beneath her; she’d never consider it. Tony scrubbed his face with his hand. Damn Damon and Ian for even suggesting Midnight Cove. He’d thought it foolish and unrealistic before, but now that he’d tasted what a future could be like, he hated it.

  It was a place he’d never be able to call home. When they landed he’d ask Damon to buy him out of the place. No point in having a house that would never be filled.

  He strode out of the back room and into the club. Tony needed to get his mind off Daphne and onto something else. Anything else.

  * * *

  DAPHNE

  Daphne pulled her hair off her face and ran her fingers through the curls. Was couch-head a thing? Because she had it. Damn Damon and his sexy body. That sinful tongue. She blushed just thinking about him.

  How could they be so reckless? She’d let him strip her half naked in some room she’d never seen before. A room where any employee could have walked in. This was happening too often. One look at his wicked smile or one word from his naughty lips and she turned into some other woman.

  She needed to remember who she was and where she came from. Daphne Meadows had pulled herself up by her bootstraps and made something out of nothing. Earth-shattering orgasms weren’t worth throwing it all away.

  Movement outside the window caught her eye. The couple from before were back, sitting at the bar a few feet away. Laughing and drinking.

  She’d had a moment—a complete and total freakout—when she thought the woman could see her. But nothing came of it. The couple had peeled themselves off the window, Damon had run off to get her something non-alcoholic and she’d put her clothes back on.

  The woman leaned against her lover, her fingers weaving through his hair as they chatted at the bar. They were oblivious to the panic and embarrassment they’d launched inside her.

  She glanced at the couch and ran her hand over the soft leather. If Damon hadn’t stopped…If he hadn’t wiped his face and kissed her lips and said he’d be right back…would they be naked and wrapped up in each others’ arms?

  Part of her wanted that more than anything. But then she thought of Tony. Would he be mad? Jealous? Or was this just a game? She still didn’t know.

  Daphne shook her head and stood up. She shouldn’t be wondering about them at all. It was late afternoon and she needed to get back to her room and check on work.

  Before she could walk to the door, it swung open. Tony stood in the open frame, a scowl on his face.

  “What are you doing here?” It sounded like an accusation.

  Daphne stepped back. “Hello to you, too.”

  “Where’s Damon?”

  “I don’t know. He said he’d be right back.”

  Tony shut the door behind him with a wham. “Figures.” He stalked the length of the room, his hands clenching and unclenching with each foot fall.

  “Tony, what’s going on? Is everything all right?” She’d never seen this side of him.

  “Yeah, everything’s just peachy.” He ran a hand through his hair.

  “Do you want to talk about it?”

  Tony snorted. “What’s there to talk about?”

  “I don’t know if you won’t tell me what the problem is.” Daphne reached out, but Tony brushed her off.

  “I need to get out of here.” He stepped toward the door, but Daphne grabbed his arm. His muscles flexed beneath her hand.

  “Stay and talk to me. I can help. I’m good at crisis management.”

  Tony shook his arm free. “You don’t get it, do you?”

  “Try me.” Whatever was bothering him, Daphne could handle it. She’d stood with a straight face while her clients told her things that would make a hardened criminal blush. Nothing Tony had to say would come close.

  He turned away and focused on the window. The lights had dimmed and most of the club was in darkness. The bar, the couple from before, and a bartender were the only people around. Tony’s shoulders rose and fell with his breath, his shirt straining as he flexed.

  Daphne touched his shoulder. He didn’t budge. “Talk to me, Tony. Please.”

  He exhaled. “When this cruise ends, what are you going to do?”

  Daphne’s brows furrowed. “I’m going back to LA and my job, of course. Why?”

  “That’s my problem.”

  What? He was angry with her? “I don’t understand.”

  “All this time, Damon’s been telling me we should settle down. That we should find a woman who wants more than a week of sin and sun and grow up.”

  “That makes a lot of sense.” Daphne wished for the same thing. A steady boyfriend, a good job. A comfortable life.

  “I’ve been fighting him. I never thought we could find someone like that. I didn’t think they existed.”

  “You shouldn’t give up. There’s someone out there for everyone.”

  Tony turned around. “That’s the thing. I think that someone is you.”

  Daphne’s mouth fell open. She couldn’t have heard him right. “I’m sorry, I swore you just…”

  He closed the distance between them and wrapped his hands around her back. “You’re the first woman I’ve ever been able to see a future with.” He ran his hand up her back and over her shoulder before tracing the edge of her jaw with his thumb. “But you’ll never want what we can give.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Both of us.” His thumb stroked across her lower lip and Daphne shivered.

  She should agree with him and move on, but her lips moved unbidden. Words emerged from some secret place she’d denied, even to herself. “Don’t say never.”

  Tony dropped his hand. “You don’t know what we’re like. You don’t know what we do.”

  “I know you own and run this ship.”

  “But you haven’t seen all of it.”

  She thought about the club and the sex on the other side of the window. “I’ve seen enough.”

  “No, you haven’t.”

  “Then show me.”

  * * *

  TONY

  Fuck. This woman would be the death of him.

  She’d spent every minute not wrapped up in his arms pushing him away. Now, when he laid it all out there… she didn’t run.

  Daphne’s green eyes looked up at him, full of innocence and trust, and he knew he was a fool. She wanted to know what they were like? What sort of dirty, nasty things they did when she wasn’t around?

  Fine. He’d show her.

  One foot inside the club and she’d run back to her room, cheeks as red as her hair. No way would she want them. No way would she see past the spectacle.

  He grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the door. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He tossed it open and strode into the darkness, Daphne’s fingers gripping his own.

  “Where are we going?”

  “You’ll see.” He pulled her past the bar and the people mingling in the dim light. Past the rooms with closed doors and the couples in the shadows.

  The hallway opened into a wide room. “Welcome to the bedroom.”

  “The what?” Daphne squeezed his hand and he had half a mind to shove her out into the middle and let her figure it out on her own.

  Circular beds dotted the space. Filled with pillows and draped in gauzy curtains it was hard to make them out at first. A gasp from beside him told Tony that she had figured it out.

  “It’s an orgy.” Her words came out short and clipped.

  “Yes, it is.” The more his eyes adjusted, the more bodies he could see. People in various states of undress. Legs. Arms. Cries of pleasure. Most of the beds were filled with the sights and sounds of sex.

  On the bed closest to them, two women kissed. A man groped them both. Everyone was naked and aroused and lost in their own moment. It was primal. Enticing.

  Daphne let go of his hand.

  “Have you seen enough?”

  She stepped further into the room.

  “Daphne?”

 
“Everyone’s so free. Uninhibited.”

  “That’s what the Stardust is all about. Losing your inhibitions. Taking a break from your real life and giving into your wants.”

  She ran a finger over her lower lip. “Needs.”

  Tony swallowed. Was she…turned on? He inched closer. “Yes.”

  Daphne turned to him, eyes wide and dilated. “I take it you come here?”

  He nodded.

  “With Damon?”

  “Yes.”

  “And women?”

  “Usually.”

  A moan eased into the silence and Daphne bit her lip.

  “Now do you believe me?”

  “About what?”

  “That we’re not good enough for you. That you would never want what we are.” He motioned to the room. “What we do.”

  Daphne stepped toward him and placed a hand on his chest. “Whatever it is you’re trying to do here, it isn’t working. I’ve seen a million times worse than this.” She shook her head. “The things my clients do and cover up…sometimes it makes me sick.”

  Tony frowned. “Do we?”

  “No!” She twisted his shirt in her hand. “Don’t you get it? I’m not disgusted or shocked or any of it. I should be! God knows I should have slapped you the minute you kissed me and demanded to leave.”

  He shouldn’t ask, but he was a glutton for punishment. “What’s stopping you?”

  She paused, fingers wrapped in his shirt, breath hot and fast through her open mouth. “You and Damon. I can’t explain it. I don’t want to. But every time you touch me…” She shivered.

  Tony reached out and trailed his fingers down her cheek. Daphne leaned into his hand.

  “Tell me.”

  “The person inside of me—the one I keep hidden behind a wall—she breaks free. I come alive.”

  Daphne rose up on her toes, her face hovering in front of his. “I don’t know what I’m doing and I don’t know what I’ll want when this cruise is over, but don’t shut me out. Not now. Not when we still have time.”

  Her lips melted into his and Tony stopped fighting. To hell with the future. Daphne was more woman than he could ever hope to deserve and she was offering herself up to him and Damon. They couldn’t turn her away out of fear.

  She wanted to spend the rest of the week tangled up in bed together? He could oblige. They had ten right in front of them and private rooms around the corner.

  He swiped his tongue across hers before breaking their kiss to whisper in her ear. “Private or public? Your pick.”

  Tony licked her earlobe into his mouth and sucked until Daphne shuddered against him. “Private. I can’t be the show…not like this.”

  “Good.” He grinned against her cheek. “I didn’t want to share you with anyone but Damon. Not tonight.”

  “Where is he?”

  Tony glanced up and motioned with his hand. “Right behind you, babe.”

  Chapter 11

  DAMON

  “I was looking all over for you.”

  Tony turned as he led Daphne down the hall. “Sorry. You should have stayed put.”

  “I’d have been having a hell of a lot more fun, that’s for sure.”

  Tony shook his head and tested the handle on a room in the back of the club. It opened and he disappeared inside.

  When they’d first thought up a sex club inside a singles cruise, everyone said it was overkill. But having a designated place to come and engage in… naughtier pursuits… kept the dance floors and bars a bit more low key. Most of the time.

  It also gave them a chance to get it on somewhere other than the suite. Somewhere with handcuffs and blindfolds and a whole host of toys. But this time? Damon just wanted Daphne. Nothing wild or crazy or out of her comfort zone. Just her and that body he could adore for hours.

  Damon shut the door behind them and turned the lights on low. A four-poster bed, thick curtains. Mirror on the ceiling. He grinned as Daphne tilted her head. The gasp made him chuckle.

  “Is every room like this?”

  He slipped his hands around her waist. “Do you mind? We could go back to the suite.”

  She twisted around until she faced him. “No.”

  Good. He didn’t think he’d make it all the way back without his hands all over her. He hadn’t had nearly his fill of her body. Making her come had only been a warm-up, not the main event.

  Damon grabbed her shirt by the tail, tugging it up and over her head before reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. It fell to the floor and he bent to lick a nipple.

  She pushed him off. “No. Not yet.”

  Daphne sank to her knees. She reached for his belt and Damon grabbed the bed post. Her hand slipped inside his boxers and wrapped around his shaft. Damn.

  “He doesn’t get to have all the fun. Stand up.”

  Daphne frowned. “I don’t want this to be about me.”

  “It’s always about you. That’s the whole point.” Tony reached for her hips and pulled her up to stand while she stroked Damon’s cock inside his pants.

  “We want to kiss you. Touch you. Make you come over and over.” Tony tugged her pants and underwear down and pulled them off. “I want you begging us to let you sleep. I want you drunk on orgasms and flying free.”

  Damon couldn’t have said it better himself. She was naked and all theirs. Mmm. Damon couldn’t wait.

  “Up on the bed, on your back.” Tony patted the mattress and Daphne climbed on. “That’s it. Right like that.”

  Her head slid off the edge of the mattress and Damon glanced up. Tony slipped out of his clothes with a grin. “What’re you waiting for?”

  Damon pulled his shirt off and stepped out of his pants. He stroked himself as he stepped closer, his balls in perfect line with Daphne’s eyes.

  “Want to taste it?”

  Daphne didn’t answer, she just opened her lips and took him in, lifting her hands off the bed to hold him by the hips. Christ. She sucked like a vacuum, pulling him closer until he pitched forward and held onto the bed for support. With his hands on either side of her waist, Daphne worked his dick, swirling her tongue up and down, over and around.

  She was incredible.

  With every bob of her head, her tits bounced up and down, nipples shaking and shimmying. Daphne lapped at the head of his cock, rolled her tongue around the ridge, as her hand slid down his shaft.

  All he could do was hold on.

  The bed dipped and Tony climbed over her naked body. His eyes found Damon’s and he smiled. “You’re so fucking sexy, Daphne.” His hands stroked her skin. “Soft and smooth and so damn kissable.”

  Tony bent down and licked her nipple, teasing the bud until she moaned around Damon’s cock. The hum almost sent him over, but he couldn’t come yet. Not until he’d buried himself inside her.

  With a groan, he pushed himself upright and stepped back. His dick popped from her mouth and strands of saliva came with it.

  “Damon, wait—”

  “Shh. We’re just getting started.”

  With a wicked grin, Tony pushed her thighs apart and kissed Daphne’s inner knee. Her gaze flew to him and Damon walked to the side of the bed to watch.

  Tony inched up her smooth, milky thighs, licking the salty sweat from earlier in the day off her skin. She was so sexy and vulnerable draped across the bed. Naked and baring herself to both of them.

  “Tell me what you want.” His voice commanded her attention and she twisted to find him in the dim light.

  “You. Both of you.” Her arms reached out, but he didn’t move.

  Tony spread her legs, revealing her soaked and needy slit to both of them. Tight, and pink, and coated in her cream—it was all Damon could do to not push Tony out of the way and dive in.

  “How?”

  She thrashed on the bed. “I don’t know!”

  Tony bent down and kissed the top of her mound.

  “Tell me how you want us. In your pussy?”

  “Yes.”

  Your m
outh?”

  Tony ran his tongue along her folds.

  “Yes.”

  “Your ass?”

  Daphne cried out as Tony licked a slow circle around her clit.

  “I didn’t hear you.” Damon reached forward and tugged on her nipple.

  “Yes!”

  “Mmm?” He flicked the other.

  “All of it. I want all of it.” She arched off the bed and dug her nails into the sheet. “Please.” Her hips rose off the bed and Tony chuckled.

  Damn. The look of satisfaction on his best friend’s face as he lapped at Daphne’s clit only made Damon harder. He stroked his shaft and climbed up onto the bed.

  She wanted everything? That’s exactly what she’d get.

  * * *

  TONY

  Damon leaned over Daphne and kissed her as Tony spread her legs. He couldn’t get enough of her need for them. Her taste.

  Mmm. Fucking delicious. He swirled his tongue around her clit as he pushed her legs in the air. Her slit spread wide open, bare and ready for him. Damn. I could do this all day.

  Daphne soaked herself with every lick, juices dribbling down her thighs as she panted and moaned above him. Just like that, honey.

  He thrust his tongue inside her, pumping one, two, three, until she arched her back. Her hands flew up in the air and Damon caught them. He held her there, pinned to the bed, as Tony worked her harder.

  His dick throbbed between his legs, a solid shaft begging to have a turn buried inside her. But he wanted her flying first. He flicked her clit in rapid succession, bam, bam, bam, and she cried out.

  “Oh, God! Tony! Ahh…”

  She trailed off and he flicked at her with his tongue again, sending her over the edge and into her own personal heaven. Her back arched and he thrust his tongue inside her channel, feeling her muscles clamp around him as the orgasm rocked her. Shit. She was beautiful when she came.

  As the last of her tremors subsided, he pulled back and wiped his face with the back of his hand.