All Night Long

by Melissa MacNeal

  Lola whipped the ring off her finger so fast Fletch’s memory got whiplash. “I think you’re doing the right thing. Hate to see a nice guy get taken to the cleaners when he’s trying to follow his heart.”

  “This is great, lady. Hey, thanks a million!”

  Lola watched him waddle toward the elevators, a hippo in hot pursuit, gripping the ring in his fist.

  “Can you believe that guy?” she asked, shaking her head. “Buying a diamond for someone he met speed dating today!”

  “‘A fool and his money are soon parted,’ as Kingsley would say,” Aric replied with a little laugh. “But I can’t believe you really did that, Priestess!”

  “Why not? I was meeting a desperate man’s need,” she reasoned, “and I don’t want to be reminded of my colossal misjudgment of character every time I see that CZ.

  “So we both win!” she added, tucking the hundreds into her wallet. “I might as well go home from this trip with something to show for the time and energy I invested in the absolutely wrong man.”

  He shook his head, making that crystal wink again.

  “I’ve gotta hand it to you,” he said as they headed down the corridor. “You knew how to milk that guy. You can think on your feet…so maybe that mean’s you can think off your feet, too. All stretched out on those cool, clean sheets up in your—

  “Oops, we’re outta here, Priestess.” Cabana Boy’s voice dropped as his hands landed on her shoulders. “Don’t squeal, baby. Just move with me.”

  Lola sucked air when he jerked her out of the main corridor. With all the grace of the dancing he’d done in the ballroom, Cabana Boy whipped her through a small door around the corner. She recognized the lobby area at the entryway to the ship’s huge theater, before being steered into a small, tiled room that echoed with the slamming of the door.

  “But—this is a men’s room!” she gasped.

  “Skorpio’s coming.”

  “Oh. Shit!”

  Aric put a warning finger to her lips. “Stay quiet. Hide in the stall if he comes in—but stand on the seat so your feet don’t show!”

  Her eyes widened. Lola hoped she wasn’t breathing too loudly.

  Her escort leaned toward the door, listening. Then he grinned, fingering its lever-style handle.

  The lock button made a very quiet click when he pushed it.

  17

  Lola scowled, her pulse pounding. She hadn’t noticed any of the ladies’ restrooms having locks.

  And how many of them have you visited on this ship?

  True enough. And this was an adult cruise, so maybe those whispered stories about what goes on in public johns weren’t just fantasies. Maybe guys really did get quickies and then walk away like they’d been…taking care of business.

  This was a one-seater. Big enough for a wheelchair to roll where it needed to, but not much more. Which explained the lock.

  She cleared her throat, hoping Captain Scandalous wasn’t lurking outside the door.

  Waiting.

  Listening.

  Laughing. Because all he had to do was whip out a master key and call the shots. Then he could whip out whatever he wanted—right here in the bathroom. Probably after he sent Aric away, like he loved to do. Or maybe he’d make the kid watch this time. They really were at Skorpio’s mercy now, weren’t they?

  She let her breath escape very quietly.

  Then Lola noticed that Cabana Boy didn’t seem nearly as edgy as she felt. Matter of fact, he had an air of purpose about him, as though he’d really brought her in here so he could answer nature’s call without her running away.

  Aric wasn’t really going to take a whiz with her standing here—was he?

  Sounds like the perfect time to dash. He can’t run after you with his pants down.

  Cabana Boy turned toward the urinal on the wall—which put him in profile. Never taking his eyes off her, he whipped down his zipper. Unbuttoned, and then let his slacks slide down legs that had to be a thirty-six inseam. But who was counting?

  With one smooth movement he scooped himself out of his stretchy black bikinis and took aim.

  This had all taken a matter of seconds, yet it felt like slow-mo to Lola as she watched, fascinated while a bit embarrassed. Fletch had never considered pissing a spectator sport, thank God. She should turn away instead of watching him: what kind of woman would he think she was, if she got turned on in a men’s toilet?

  This is where you duck out, right?

  Yeah, right into Skorpio’s open arms.

  “You wanna play with it, Lola?”

  Aric’s low voice rumbled like thunder as his words reverberated in the small, tiled room.

  He was rock hard. Long and slender and sleek. Just waiting to be taken.

  “I saw the way you watched me play my clarinet in the club.”

  He’d quit pissing, but he still stood there, holding himself out on display. “You really got into that song, and I thought, ‘Cool! She understands my passion now!’ Or at least one of them.”

  Cabana Boy’s pouty lips parted in a sensual grin. “I bet you’re a pretty fair player yourself. I’d sure like to find out.”

  Lola swallowed hard. He was asking for exactly what she’d told herself she’d never lower herself to do in a men’s room. Especially if they had a lurker.

  “But what if Skorpio unlocks—”

  “Hey, he’ll stand there and listen. Then he’ll wait for his turn—if that was him,” Aric said with a shrug. “When he isn’t wearing his captain’s hat, he looks like a lot of the other Greek guys from his engineering crew.”

  “But you said it was—”

  “Better safe than sorry, right?” he cut in softly. “Better to step out of the line of fire—and as hot as you look tonight, Priestess, it was only gonna be a matter of time for us. You knew that when you said you’d be all mine tonight.”

  He wasn’t bullying her. He didn’t sound arrogant or high-toned like Captain Scandalous. He was just standing there with his cock in his hand and his pants around his ankles, watching her from beneath those sultry curls.

  “I—”

  “You don’t have to swallow,” he coaxed. “And Priestess, I promise if you just suck me—just play a little organ recital to take the edge off—I’ll spend the rest of the night doing whatever you want.”

  “Anything?”

  “Would Richard here lie to you?”

  Lola giggled in spite of her jangling nerves. “Richard? You call it—”

  “Just a fancy way to say dick, right?” he teased. “Not terribly original, but he’s quite the party animal in the right lady’s hands. Or mouth.”

  His throat sounded dry, and he gazed at her lips. “God, but I’ve wanted you to take me in that sweet mouth so many times today.”

  His voice had dropped into that low, coaxing zone that would’ve brought Lola to her knees even if he hadn’t been asking for a blow job. He wanted a dirty girl; a woman who’d do it anywhere, because she couldn’t help herself. Because things got a lot edgier in a public place, where someone might catch them going at it.

  Skandalis might have his ear to the door. And he’d just have to wait his turn!

  Cabana Boy stepped away from the urinal and palmed off his tip, silently begging her with those low-lidded eyes. He shoved his island-print shirt up out of her way, revealing his slender, tanned body and the wreath of downy hair around his privates.

  He didn’t have a pale place where his Speedo would go.

  Lola let her purse drop. Used the shopping bag as padding for her knees when she knelt.

  She closed her eyes and opened her mouth.

  When he slipped it in, Aric drew a breath that made her go all goose-bumpy. “Ohhhhhhh, Lola. Lolaaaaaa….”

  She closed her lips more firmly, savoring the taste of his warm, solid shaft and the way it filled her mouth. He moved ever so slightly, letting her take the lead…sucking air in anticipation when she took in his whole length. The tip of him touched her throat.


  Lola relaxed. Took a breath, so her gag reflex didn’t dampen the fine heat rising between them.

  With one palm she fondled his balls, delighting in his softness there. Such a contrast to the rod she held in her other hand, at the base of it.

  In and out he slid, smooth and slow and slick. She glanced up to see his eyes shut in impending ecstasy. The crystal in his necklace shimmered in the light from above the sink.

  “Play me, Lola,” he moaned. “Play me harder and faster now. Lick my tip. Run your tongue around it like—oh God yes, yessssss, Priestess!”

  Hot now herself, Lola upped the pace. His fingers found her hair, so intensely she nearly stopped sucking him to luxuriate in his wild massage.

  Is this how Rio would feel? How he would respond?

  Her eyes flew open. Where had he come from, in this evening of flying under the radar?

  Cabana Boy’s cock got harder. He was shortening his thrusts, letting his head loll back.

  “Please, baby, please,” he moaned. “I’m gonna lose it soon—gonna lose my load—gonna—”

  With a grimace, he climaxed. His body stiffened, and with each tremor he released more buttery cum.

  Lola kept him in her mouth, looking up the length of his taut body. He was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. And he’d entrusted himself; made himself utterly vulnerable to her.

  Still quivering in the legs, he swiveled her head. “Spit, baby. I don’t expect you to—”

  Lola swallowed. Stayed on her knees as she let her fingers follow the curve of his butt.

  Aric shook his head to clear it. “Wow,” he breathed. “Wow, like—you do know how to play that thing, Priestess.”

  Cabana Boy wore an expression Lola had always been a sucker for: a look of utter amazement and gratitude. Which was way better than a victorious grin after a virtuoso performance.

  Fletch had always been very proud of himself and had enjoyed splattering her chest so he could watch his cum dribble down her breasts. It was that guy thing, about getting a visible measurement. Then he’d ask if she’d felt how really hard he’d shot.

  I won’t miss that about him, either, she mused.

  Aric was extending his hand, helping her stand up. Then he slipped his arms around her and kissed her like he really loved doing it…loved hearing her moan and sigh for it.

  His hand slipped into her sun dress to cup her. When he deepened the kiss, Lola’s need for him surged.

  “Hey,” she whispered, “don’t you dare start something you can’t—

  Bam-bam-bam! “Hurry it up in there, buddy! The show’s gonna start!”

  They froze, staring at each other.

  “I’m not finished! Go someplace else!” Aric replied pointedly.

  Lola’s pulse raced, but that for damn sure wasn’t Skorpio out there. Had Cabana Boy known that all along? Just used that ploy to get her on her knees in here?

  Bam-bam-bam! “C’mon—I gotta go now!” the guy outside wailed.

  Suddenly tired of head games, whether they were tricks played upon her or products of her own weary mind, Lola let out a disgusted sigh. She grabbed the canvas hat from her bag and crammed it on her head, before slipping the new sunglasses on, tag still dangling. It was one thing to be seen coming out of a men’s room with an escort. It was another thing to be recognized for it later.

  “Do what you want, but I’m out of here,” she muttered.

  She pumped the door handle down to pop the lock, and then, armed with her purse and shopping bag, Lola marched past the guy outside.

  18

  “Isn’t my nephew a genius? Coaxing Lola into that bathroom—saying I was following them!” Skorpio whispered excitedly. “And having Odette’s sister report to that ladies room. He deserves a raise, don’t you think?”

  DeSilva muffled a sigh as he watched the small monitor on their cocktail table. He should’ve taken this evening off. He should be doing anything but tracking Lola from the corner of the Voyeurs lounge.

  But when the captain issues a command, a man who has a very large paycheck coming in another week does what he’s told.

  It gave him no joy to have Skandalis seated beside him now, catching up on Lola’s newest adventure. Watching the images beamed in from the kid’s crystal medallion to his portable screen.

  “It was the best toy I ever bought, that wireless spy cam,” the captain raved on. “Odette designed the medallion. She likes to wear it so we can watch ourselves making love on tape. But using it for this was a stroke of genius!”

  He was squinting at the monitor, since the picture wasn’t all that clear. But that was unmistakably the top of Lola’s pretty head entering a door marked MEN, while Petrocelli steered her inside.

  “She’s not stupid,” Rio remarked. “She’ll figure out it’s not you—or Odette—and then she’ll catch you at your game.”

  “So much the better! She’ll assume that she really has eluded me, and she’ll get careless. And then I’ll just have to punish her, won’t I?”

  The captain watched the monitor more intently, his eyes gleaming. “And besides, what can she do? I’m the captain! And she agreed to our little deal.”

  To keep from hauling off and punching him, or saying something he’d regret, DeSilva stroked his mustache. Hard. He’d had enough of this “little deal” because he saw no way for Lola to win it: the captain held all the cards.

  “I got word that she’s bought a hat and sunglasses,” Skorpio went on. “And now that she’s got that money from her ring, I’m betting she tries to leave the ship tomorrow when we reach Grenada—”

  “Maybe she’s just planning to tan on her balcony.”

  In the altogether. With me instead of Aric, he mused. Although he was pleased she got rid of that rock.

  “—and I plan to be there with a little surprise. Women love surprises!”

  Rio fought the urge to ask if he didn’t have other things that needed tending to: even though he had the volume turned down, he suspected things would soon get hot and heavy, and he didn’t want Lola to be that compromised. She deserved to have a little dignity left when the Skandalis family got finished playing with her.

  “You wanna play with it, Lola?” Aric’s raspy voice came through the mike in his cigarette pack.

  “Now we’re talking! I’ve got to watch this.” Skorpio scooted his chair back, elbows on his knees, so his face was on the same level as the monitor.

  Rio sighed. The picture only showed the tiled wall of the men’s room, but he didn’t need much imagination to fill in what was happening.

  “Hot as you look tonight, Priestess, it was only gonna be a matter of time for us. You knew that when you said you’d be all mine tonight.”

  “She overestimates herself!” Skorpio said, gleefully slapping the top of his thigh. “She thinks she can fly under my radar, but she’s about to hit the wall!”

  “Ohhhhh, Lola. Lolaaaaaa…”

  Dammit, the kid was taking this way too far. The camera around his neck was pointed at where the wall met the damn ceiling now, and the way the picture was jiggling….

  Rio shifted in his chair to ease the ache in his cock. But it was like scratching poison ivy: the contact, the idea—just the thought that it needed scratching—made him itch for it. Made him want Lola even more.

  It didn’t help that she was just a couple doors down the hall.

  While he hadn’t figured her for the type to go down on a man in a public bathroom, deep inside, he loved her sense of adventure. Here was a woman being held captive by a very cocky captain, and she was defying him at every turn!

  He admired her all the more for that, even as he saw the captain’s hands moving in his pants pockets.

  “Oh God. yes, yesssssss, Priestess.”

  Did Aric really have to call her that? It was a sacrilege to toy with Lola this way while referring to her in such exalted terms from the Tarot.

  Of course, she was like the High Priestess: Lola lived by her intuition and creat
ive forces, and ruled with all the power of the moon. And she certainly had men howling.

  “DeSilva, how can you just sit there while we listen to Aric getting a blow job—”

  “I don’t enjoy eavesdropping on a very private, intimate act, sir.”

  Wrong thing to say.

  Skorpio Skandalis made fists in his white pants pockets, looking at him far too closely.

  “You want her for yourself.”

  There it was, the statement that summed up his desires perfectly. Dammit.

  “You’ve had the idea she could be yours from the start. Even before she played that name-your-fantasy game with us,” the captain asserted. Then he slapped Rio on the back. “Well, at least you’re looking at women again. I was beginning to wonder if your preferences had changed—”

  Rio stood up so forcefully his chair fell backwards, clattering against the wall. The bartender looked over, but DeSilva waved him off.

  “So I’m right.” Skorpio’s eyes, black as panthers, looked ready to pounce. “You’ve been planning to defy my orders, even before Lola thought of it.”

  “I never said—”

  “You don’t have to, DeSilva. It’s written all over your handsome Spanish face—and you’re as hard for her as I am!”

  Skorpio took his hands from his pockets, his laugh lines deepening as he considered his next move. “Better be careful, my friend. You have commitments. You have important life changes to make, and a woman like Lola—a woman who’d hock her engagement ring on a cruise ship, and then go into a men’s room with a young stud like Aric—is the last person you need in your life right now. Leave her alone.”

  Rio knew a command when he heard one. He resented the way their fantasy with Lola was going way beyond the original game. Sure, Skorpio liked to have his fun with the ladies—and they flocked around him, every week a new batch of passengers with a few returning girlfriends vying for his attention.

  Partly because he was the captain, but also because his good looks and magnetic presence gave the impression that he might be a very powerful Greek tycoon who wore dress whites for the fun of it.

  Which was precisely right.