50 Waves of Passion - the Complete Series: Box Set

by Abigail Kinkade

  She took long slow breaths and rearranged her dress. His come was sticky and drying on her thighs and she smiled as she bent to pick up the things that had fallen out of the bag.

  Again she walked through the crowds. The faces all looked vaguely familiar and she caught herself straining to hear a familiar voice.

  The sheer decadent pleasure of not knowing who had had her was almost overwhelming. She loved that feeling, it made her feel sexy and like she had a secret that nobody else could possibly share.

  She made it back to the ship and to her cabin. She took a long hot shower and lay down on her bed, relaxing as she thought about the experiences she had had. The whole thing had been so exciting that she found herself wondering if she could manage to stay on the ship for another few days.

  Her budget would not allow it, she knew that.

  She sighed and rolled over, meaning to take a short nap but when she woke it was deep night and a tray sat by her bed. Olivia sat up and uncovered the dishes. Fresh fruit and a lovely steak, a still warm potato and a small dish of delectable looking steamed vegetables rounded out the meal. To her shock, she was starving and she ate it all despite having eaten so heartily at lunch.

  She got out of bed and went out on the balcony, staring out at the dark sea and the faint lights of the city that they had been in earlier, shining from far away, lighting up the water like tiny candles.

  There was a schedule in the drawer and she took it out and read it. The club was open, and the bar was free. That sounded good. Olivia dressed carefully, putting on a long black dress and a pair of heels. She rarely wore heels and she pondered them for a minute. What if she took a tumble and broke an ankle?

  Well, she would risk it. This was the last night of her cruise and now that her appetite for her fantasy had been satisfied she wanted a little music and company.

  She put on makeup carefully. She brushed on a little mascara and eyeliner; put some bronzer on her cheeks, pleased to see that the sun had kissed her skin just enough to give her a healthy glow but not enough to burn her normally fair skin.

  After brushing her hair and adding a little perfume she headed down the hallways. There was silence hanging heavy over the hallways and she relaxed as she got to the main deck and followed the music to a packed little bar filled with people laughing and singing and dancing along to an Elvis impersonator. She smiled too, it was impossible not to.

  She ordered white wine then went and took a seat at a small table, letting the ambiance wash over her.

  A few women were practically swooning over the Elvis guy and she could not really blame them. He was imitating the old Elvis, the one that wore jeans and shiny leather boots rather than the overweight and sequin loving Elvis. He jumped off the stage and made the rounds, shaking his hips and singing to a few blushing women but he seemed to concentrate on one more than the others.

  A handsome man came in and ordered a drink. She stared at him and then some of the other men in the room. Were any of them her lover? She looked around again, trying to think and figure it out. It was fun and she was having a good time imagining each of the men as the one who had made love to her.

  The man at the bar lifted a glass in her direction. Olivia looked around, confused. Surely he had not been making a pass at her!

  He strolled over and said, “May I join you?”

  His voice was not the voice of her lover from the ship. She nodded and said, “Yes please.”

  “How are you enjoying the cruise?”

  ‘I had a great time.”

  His dark eyebrow lifted. “Had? Are you having a bad time now?”

  She shook her head, “Oh not at all. I just meant…” she blushed. She knew everyone was on the ship for the same thing, to live out a fantasy or to make one come true but she had no idea if he was a fellow guest or if he lived there. “I just mean…I had a good time one way and now I ma having a good time another way. Boy that sounded weird.”

  He chuckled, a rich warm chuckle that made her belly fill with butterflies. “No, not weird at all. I totally understand. Would you like to dance?”

  “I would.” She smiled at the invitation. He stood and helped he rout of her chair, a gallant little gesture that made her blush even as it filled her with a feeling she had not had in a long time. Chivalry was not dead after all it seemed.

  They went out on the floor just as Elvis took his final bows and vanished and the DJ put on a slow record. He held her close but not too close. His hands were warm on her waist as he guided her around the large floor. The lights revolved above them and she asked, “What brings a guy like you to a cruise like this?”

  His smile did not dim. “I was trying to find something I lost.”

  She nodded. “And did you?”

  He nodded, "I did and I am glad I did. How about you?”

  “Are we supposed to talk about this?”

  He spun her expertly. “I won’t tell if you don’t.”

  She laughed at that little sally. “I wanted something for a very long time and it seemed so odd that I was afraid to ask anyone else for it. And I was afraid it would be dangerous.”

  “It is a good place to try things and have things you can’t have anymore. But I think it is a better place than that. I think it is place where you can leave your fantasies and other things behind and move on.”

  She had not thought about that but now that he had voiced it made perfect sense.

  She had been almost obsessed with that fantasy. It had consumed her entire sex life and nothing had measured up to the fantasy. She could not contain her curiosity any longer. “What did you lose?”

  "My wife. She died last year. Oh I know it was not really her but I got to say goodbye, something I never really got to do before. She was sick for a very short time and it all happened so fast that I never really got a chance to make peace with it.

  “I said goodbye to her of course, at least in many ways but I missed out one that one last time, you know. I mean you never know when the kiss you just gave someone will be the last kiss you ever gave them. Now I am the one who sounds weird.”

  “You don’t sound weird at all.”

  The music stopped. They left the floor as a faster song came on and they stopped at the bar. He held out a hand. “I’m Jim by the way.”

  “Olivia.”

  “It’s nice to meet you Olivia.”

  They headed back to their table, their heads bent close together. Natasha looked over and said, “I think we have done it again sweetheart. I think we have made a match happen.”

  Derek laughed and rested his hands on her waist. “Maybe our next project should be a matchmaking cruise.”

  “Oh, you,” she reached for his hand and held it tightly. “I think we do exactly what we want right here, and what we are supposed to do.”

  In the bar the music played on.

  The End

  Book Ten

  The Forbidden Suite

  “There it is Claire.”

  Mike pointed to the boat sitting at anchor next to a long wooden pier. The two looked at each other and then back at the boat. Neither spoke. Mike said, “Let me get your bags and stuff.”

  He got out of the car and went to the trunk, opened it and took out Claire’s suitcases and overnight bag and his own bag. His heart pounded just looking at the ship. He had brought Claire here because he hoped, God how he hoped, that this would be the trip where he got to tell her that he was madly in love with her and always had been.

  She was his stepsister, and that made it all so complicated. He suspected that she felt the same way about him but if she did she had never acted upon it, and neither had he. This might be the trip that made all the difference in the world.

  Claire got out of the car and stretched, her hands going to the small of her narrow back. Her long brown hair swung over her shoulders and she smiled as she looked at the ship and back at Mike.

  He was so handsome, so incredibly handsome and she had had a huge physical ache for him for y
ears but since he was her stepbrother she did not say anything about it.

  But she wanted to. She would look at that kissable mouth of his and those deep-set bottomless brown eyes and she would want to put her mouth against his and kiss him until they were both drunk with that kiss.

  She knew that was crazy. They had been raised together and they had shared their entire childhoods, hell their whole lives, but she still wanted to be with him.

  She often fantasized about him making love to her but since they were both in college and had yet to get a place of their own they still lived in the tiny cramped student housing. They live din the same quad even but they had roommates as well and so her fantasy of stalking across the shared kitchen and living room to his bedroom and letting him see her like that had gone unfulfilled.

  Mike watched her face. He had proposed that they come on this trip with the hope that once on the pleasure boat and away from prying eyes he would have a chance to tell her how he felt. Looking at her now, her slim body clad in a short sundress that did not disguise the ripeness of her breasts and hips and allowed the hard points of her small nipples to stick out in enticing peaks, his cock thickened and stiffened.

  Jesus she was beautiful.

  He placed a suitcase in a strategic position across his crotch and said, “Okay let’s go.”

  Claire sauntered along beside him. Her skirt swayed over her pert ass and across her tanned flat thighs, His cock hardened again and he wondered if he was going to have to carry the entire luggage in front of his crotch.

  The little gilt sign that announced the Nyx was at the foot of one gangway and they went up it where they were met by a man that took most of their luggage, Mike refused to relinquish one small bag and the man nodded merrily, not asking any questions.

  The waiting room was almost empty. Claire asked, “Are we late?”

  “Not at all, you are right on time. You must be Mike and Claire.”

  Claire gaped at the woman speaking. She was literally stunning and the dress she wore fit her statuesque body like a glove. She looked over at Mike but he was looking at her, not the other woman and the little coal of jealousy that had begun faded quickly.

  “I’m Natasha, your concierge. Your cabin is read and I will show you to it if you like.”

  “That would be great.” Mike’s heart pounded as he nodded in what he hoped was not a too eager manner.

  Natasha turned and they followed her. Claire’s dress whipped against his thighs occasionally and her light floral perfume teased her nostrils. She drew a little ahead and he caught himself staring at her ass, at the way it lifted and fell with every step she took. The cute little shoes she wore were flat with flowers that danced across her toes and he found himself staring at her narrow ankles and the bright pink polish on her toenails.

  “This is your suite,” Natasha announced, sliding a cool plastic key into Mike’s hand and giving him a bawdy wink that made his throat go dry. He looked over at Claire and wondered if she had seen that wink.

  She had, and her jealousy was back. She had watched Mike date over the years and she had always been jealous. She had always wanted to be the girl on his arm and in his bed. This sucked. She stared morosely at the wall while he opened the door.

  The suite only had one bed. She stared at it. Mike said, “I can take the couch if you like.”

  She thought, no really, come to the bed with me. She said, “Okay. So what do we do now?”

  He tuned to face her. The sun came in through the glass door that led to the balcony. Her heart gave a tremendous leap. Mike said, “I have to tell you something. I mean now, before we leave dock because you might want t get off the boat once I tell you and if you do that is okay too.”

  He stared at his hands and she titled her head, trying to figure out what was going on. She approached him and laid her hand on his shoulder, giving it a reassuring little squeeze. “Mike what is it?”

  He said, “I love you.”

  She took a breath. He did not mean it the way she wanted him to mean it, she knew that and she knew she had to be careful. “I love you too silly.”

  ‘No I mean I love you. I want you. Like I dream about you at night and I want to pull that dress off you and make love to you all night long.”

  She stepped back. He looked at her, expecting anger. Instead her fingers went to the hem of the dress and she pulled it over her head. She was naked beneath it. His eyes grew wider when he saw the thin strip of pubic hair that barely covered the slim saddle between her legs.

  “Oh thank God,” she said. “I thought I was going to have to deal with wanting you in silence my whole life.”

  Hs cock stood up, hard and ready. He stared at the ripe cherry red nipples at the ends of her small pert breasts. Was she kidding? Did she mean it? He swallowed hard. “We’re siblings.”

  “Stepsiblings,” she corrected. “We were never really brother and sister you know, not in the way that would make this wrong.”

  He let out a long breath. His cock pounded and throbbed. He nodded. “I know but…but what will our parents say?”

  “I don’t care.”

  She drew closer. Mike wanted to be strong, to talk this out with her before it went too far but the sight of her nude body, the seductive sway of her hips, it was all too much for him to resist.

  He took her into his arms and let his mouth come down on hers. Her fingers went to his shoulders and she squeezed gently. His cock pressed into her lower belly and her eyes fluttered closed. Their tongues met and twisted. His hands dropped to her ass, he cupped her buttocks and lifted her pelvis higher so that he could grind that aching flesh against her vulva.

  So what if it was wrong? His thought shredded as he lowered his mouth to her breasts, taking her nipples into his mouth and sucking hard, so hard that she gasped and writhed against him. His hand went between her legs and found her wet and waiting. His thumb moved across her clit, eliciting a gasp from her lips.

  She lifted up on her toes and his thumb flicked across her clit again, deliberately. He pressed down harder that time and she groaned and said, “Yes that feels so good,” in a throaty gasp that made his cock practically erupt from his pants.

  Her hand groped at his zipper. She got it down and he sprang forward into her hand, hot and hard. Her fingers stroked up and down along the shaft and he whimpered as loudly as she did as their mouths met again.

  Claire was swimming n a pool of desire. Her juices gathered and spread on her labia. He used those oils to lubricate her clit as he continued to press and massage it with his fingers. He stopped and moved lower, thrusting two fingers deeply into her.

  Her walls were tight, and slippery with oils. They clenched on his fingers and he loosed a long breath as her fingers tightened on his flesh and began to pump up and down in a fast and hard movement that sent him toward an orgasm.

  He stepped back and said, “Hold on a minute,” and she let go of his cock long enough for the two of them to slide into the bed. Once on it he rolled on top of her, letting his tongue track down her body slowly, enjoying the satiny and plush skin that covered her fragile bones.

  He kneaded her breasts and then he moved lower, letting his tongue part her labia. Her fingers gripped his hair and a throaty growl erupted from her lips as she arched upward toward him, her dripping pussy bumping against his face as his tongue found her engorged clit and circled it while his fingers went deep within her walls again.

  She closed on his fingers and her hips wriggled and writhed. Her nails left burning little trails on his scalp.

  Claire groaned and whimpered as his tongue moved across her clit and his fingers thrust faster and deeper within her. She wanted more; she wanted to feel that enormous cock of his deep within her. She wanted to feel him pounding into her and she uttered a hard little bark of sound when he used his tongue to lash across her erect and throbbing clit before circling it again.

  His fingers spread inside her, loosening her. She lifted her ass up, giving him a better angle
of penetration. She had never known such desire, it curled up within her and she whimpered again as an orgasm began and spread. The friction and heat became too much and she came, long gushes of sticky fluids bursting from her. Her fluids coated his chin and mouth and he slurped them down, waiting out the aftershocks.

  When she recovered, she flipped him over and crawled down his body. Her mouth took him in, her tongue sliding down his cock and them sliding around the head so that until he thrust upward toward her face

  His fingers gripped her hair. She smelled the pungent aroma of his arousal and she smiled as she slurped and sucked at his pulsing flesh. Her hand gripped his balls and squeezed. He let out an almost inarticulate sound and his balls lifted and got tighter.

  Mike flipped her over so that she was once more on the bottom. His cock pressed against the swollen entry to her channel and he thrust forward, his rigid flesh going deep within her body.

  They rose toward each other and fell, rose and fell. Her legs wrapped around his tight waist and his mouth came back to hers, bringing the taste of her body to her mouth.

  Her eyes closed as she came again, a long slow pulsing orgasm that left her limp and exhausted. His cock twitched a few times and then he pulled out, squirting his thick creamy seed onto her flat belly.

  He collapsed next to her. They were both covered in a sheen of sweat and neither spoke.

  The moment had been a long time coming and now that it had, they were both a little confused and worried. Claire broke the silence first. She rolled over and said, “That was amazing.”

  “It was. I can’t believe that we are here…I mean like this.”

  ***

  There was a discreet knock on the door and they parted, scrambling up and out of the bed with guilty looks crossing their faces. Mike opened the door to find a uniformed man outside. He said, “I hate to interrupt you sir but I wanted to extend an invitation to you and your companion. You have been invited to join the Captain’s table this evening.”