by Lily Harlem
She tried to push away the sadness that she wouldn’t be seeing Paul for a long time. Sure, he’d driven her crazy, it was never going to work between them, but that didn’t mean he’d gone from her mind or her heart.
“Hey.” Mason turned as she wandered in. “How are you, hen?”
“Good.” She pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You?”
“Aye, I’m gonna eat then chill out below deck for a bit.”
“Won’t Victor miss you on the bridge?”
“Lucas is going to take over.” He chuckled and took a sip of coffee.
“Good plan.” She hoped they’d get away with it.
“Here, sit and eat.” Raul pushed a plate of food her way.
“Mmm, thanks.” She picked up her knife and fork. “Has anyone seen Evan yet this morning?”
“Aye, he was muttering about the inventory he’s doing. Reckons it will take him most of the day to finish it off.” Mason shook his head. “Short straw, that was.”
“Si, he does not like to be told what to do.” Raul whisked up a fresh batch of eggs. “The same as Harry does not.”
“Harry seems to be doing okay, doesn’t he?” Olivia asked.
“It is only one day of hiding so far.” Raul raised his eyebrows. “Let us see how he copes in five or six.”
“If he’s still in that cabin I’ll be amazed.” Mason munched on a piece of toast.
“You will?” Olivia was surprised.
“Aye, let’s face it, if he gets bored he’ll just offer Victor a load of cash to shut him up.”
“Then I should make sure he doesn’t get bored.” Olivia nodded at the pan that Raul was adding eggs to. “Is that for him?”
“Si, will you take it?”
“As soon as I’ve eaten this, yes.”
“And maybe distract him for a while. Unlike Lucas, he can’t wander about pretending to be someone else.” Mason sipped his drink.
“Oh, I think I can manage that.”
Mason grinned. “I’m sure you can, hen.”
Chapter Seventeen
Olivia finished her breakfast then waited as Raul plated up a tray for Harry.
Mason then walked with her as she headed back toward the staff accommodation. He yawned when she reached Harry’s door.
“You been up all night?” she asked.
“Aye, it’s what Victor insisted on. Bloody mad man. How can he expect one person to just stay awake and on duty all the time?”
“Thank goodness you have a lookie-likey, eh?” She kissed him on the cheek.
“Aye, Lucas is handy to have around sometimes.”
She laughed. “Yes, I’d agree with that.”
“Take that into our original captain, he’ll be glad of it.”
“I will. You get a good sleep now.”
“And then you’ll visit me later, on the bridge?”
“Of course.”
He slipped into the room opposite, and Olivia quietly opened the door to Harry’s room.
He was sitting on the side of the bed, tipped forward with his elbows on his knees. He wore only his faded jeans. His feet were bare.
“Hey.” She shut the door and set down the tray. “I brought you breakfast.”
“Thanks.” He straightened and shoved his hand through his hair. “It’s a bit rocky today.”
“Yes, shouldn’t last long, though, or so Mason reckons.”
“Good.” He studied her. “You okay?”
She sighed. “Yes.”
“That didn’t sound like a real yes.”
She shrugged and stepped closer to him. “To be honest, I was thinking about Paul. I thought Mason was him earlier, in the galley. It made me miss him.”
“Paul.”
“Yes.” She touched her collar.
“Paul McCadam who we let into our lives and then he made you cry.”
She swallowed, her throat suddenly a little tight.
“Give me a break, Liv.”
His tone of voice had surprised her. “What?”
“Paul is history now.”
“I can’t help how I feel here.” She frowned and touched her chest.
“No, I agree, you can’t help that, but what you can do is concentrate on the here and now.”
She was silent. He seemed genuinely angry that she’d brought up Paul.
“The here and now,” he went on. “Which is on board Joan D’Arc, with your five husbands who need you. We’re all either working hard or lying low, to support Evan and his fear of flying. You think I want to be sitting rotting in this damn cabin?”
“Harry, I’m sorry if you’re bored.”
“Yeah, I’m bored.” He reached for her wrist and tugged her near. “But bored I can cope with. What I don’t want is my wife mooching around the place thinking of a man who has no place in our lives or in her heart.”
“But, Harry, I…oh…” He dragged her closer then wrapped an arm around her body. The next thing she knew she was tipped over his knee and the cabin had turned upside down. “What are…you doing?”
“Keep still.” He pinned her close, and her ponytail hung toward the floor.
She scrabbled to hold on to his leg and the side of the bed.
“I’ll give you something to take your mind off Paul,” he said, hoisting up her short skirt.
“Harry…!” She squirmed.
He dragged her knickers down to her thighs, and cool air breezed over her ass cheeks.
Suddenly she realized just what he had in mind.
“I won’t have you thinking of him and not us.” He rubbed over first her right, then her left buttock. “This will help you with that. Let’s call it distraction therapy.”
Slap. Slap.
“Ouch!” She jolted forward as a stinging heat spread over her flesh. “What? You can’t just…”
“I can. You’re my wife, and I want you thinking of me, not him.”
He delivered four more hard spanks.
The heat was white-hot and sharp. She bucked against his legs, but he held her tight.
“Now you’re thinking of me, aren’t you? Only me.”
“Yes, but, Harry…stop.”
“Stop?” He slipped his hand between her legs. “I’ve only just started.”
She closed her eyes and groaned as he delved into her pussy, filling her with two fingers.
But then he was gone, and another whack hit down. Then another and another.
He was spanking her hard and with vigour.
She hated it.
She loved it.
“Harry,” she gasped as the heat intensified. There was something humiliating about being tipped over his knee, her bare ass offered up. And he was clearly irritated by her mention of Paul. This wasn’t solely erotic, he was making a point by disciplining her.
Warmth flooded her face, and she struggled harder.
“No.” He sought her pussy again and pushed in. “Lose yourself to me. Feel only me.”
She closed her eyes and tried to kick her legs up, but he’d trapped them with one of his. Not only that, he’d found her clit with his thumb and was rubbing it.
She moaned and arched her back.
With his free hand, he grabbed her ponytail and pulled. “You’re so wet, Liv. A spanking does that to you, doesn’t it.”
“Harry. No more.”
“What, no more of this?” He removed his hand from between her legs.
She whimpered. That wasn’t what she’d wanted him to stop.
“Or shall I stop this.” Again he slapped down, five more hard spanks that spread across both cheeks.
“Harry!” She battled against him.
This time he released her, and let her go.
She stood quickly, her head going a little light as she pushed hair from her damp brow. “You…you fucking bastard, what did you do that for?” She glared at him.
“You know why.” He stood and paced toward her.
She backed up, to the porthole. The boat lurched, and she grabbed t
he wall to steady herself. “You can’t just spank me because I do something you don’t like.”
“I can when it involves a man who is not your husband.”
“He was my husband.”
“Exactly…was…past tense.” His eyes flashed. He’d been cross with her, yes, but now he seemed more amused by her angry reaction.
“And I can’t help it if I think of him, if I…”
He grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the wall either side of her head. He probed his tongue into her mouth as his body crushed into hers.
She whimpered and fought him. But he didn’t let up. His big body was solid, and her hot ass was pressed to the cool metal.
“I fucking love you,” he said, his voice low and rasping.
“I fucking love you, too.” She glared up at him.
He grinned and released her right wrist. He slipped his hand between their bodies and fumbled with his fly. “And now I’m really going to make you forget about everyone except me.”
Her pussy quivered. Harry in this tempestuous, urgent mood was sexy as hell.
“Like this.” He grabbed her sore ass and lifted her upward.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, allowing his cock to nudge her pussy.
“Say my name,” he said, again trapping her against the wall.
“Harry.”
“All of it, my full name.”
“Harrington…Harrington Vidal.”
“And that you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, I’m yours, Harry.”
“Yes.” He forged in, stretching her and filling her with his thick cock. “You are…mine.”
She cried out, and he slapped his hand over her mouth. “Shh.”
She stared at him as he withdrew then rammed in again. It almost hurt, his penetration, but it was just the right side of pleasure.
She gripped his shoulders, and when he moved his hand, she kissed him back with the same, frantic, animal urgency as he kissed her. She was mad at him. But she wanted him. She wanted his pleasure, his body, his soul connecting to hers.
He was rubbing her clitoris just right. Each half withdraw and subsequent ride to full depth drove her toward orgasm.
She locked her ankles together and struggled to catch her breath. He was knocking the air from her lungs with each thrust. Having him so in need of her, so desperate, was thrilling. But she couldn’t quite forgive him for spanking her because he was cross with her for thinking of Paul, so she grabbed his hair and yanked…hard.
“Argh!” He gritted his teeth and glared at her.
“Tell me you’re mine…Harry,” she said, winding her fingers nearer to his scalp and giving another tug.
“I’m yours.”
“And if I want to smack your ass one day…I will.”
“Yes, I’m sure you will.” He gripped her buttocks tighter, sending new waves of pin-prickling sensations over her skin. “But it won’t be because I’m thinking of someone else. I only want you.”
Over his shoulder she saw the cabin door open.
Evan stepped in.
At that moment, her orgasm reached a critical point. She grabbed it, allowing the pressure to overspill and tumble her into ecstasy.
She came, unable to keep her eyes open as bliss spread around her body. Harry fucked her harder and faster, burying his face in her neck and coming high inside her.
Her pulse thudded in her ears. She was vaguely aware of the boat lifting on a swell. On and on her climax ravished her, each thrust of Harry’s hips extending it.
Eventually the heavenly sensations eased. Her pussy contracted; small sweet spasms around Harry’s cock as he stilled.
She opened her eyes and again looked over Harry’s shoulder at Evan.
He slid the bolt on the door.
“Hey, Evan,” she said.
Harry whipped his head around to look at Evan, his eyes widening slightly. “Didn’t know you’d joined us, buddy.”
“You were otherwise engaged when I stepped in.” He walked up to them, pausing momentarily as the boat again shifted beneath their feet. “I’m not surprised you didn’t notice.”
Harry pulled out of Olivia and carefully set her on the floor.
“And here was me worried you were bored, mate,” Evan said, his gaze running down Harry’s body and over his softening cock.
“I was, but something came up.” Harry chuckled and tucked himself away. “Turn around, Liv.”
She looked between him and Evan. They were both so damn big, and she was backed into the corner. Her breaths were still hard to catch and her skin on fire. The aftershocks of her orgasm were attacking her pussy.
“Do it,” Harry said. “I’m sure Evan will approve of how I took your mind off Paul.”
She swallowed and turned to the wall, presenting her red ass for Evan’s inspection.
“Mmm,” Evan said, running his cool hands over her butt cheeks. “You do pink her up nicely, Vidal. Did she squeal?”
“A little. But it needed doing. I won’t have him on her mind when she has us to think of.”
“I agree.” Evan massaged her buttocks. “He has no place with us. And we should do whatever it takes to make sure he isn’t in our wife’s thoughts.” He nipped her skin a little, with the lengths of his fingers.
She groaned and closed her eyes. There was something oddly sexy about being spoken about by the two of them, as if she wasn’t there, as if her body was theirs to do as they pleased.
“I like her ass hot,” Harry said. “When I fuck her.”
“You came hard, just then,” Evan said, his voice low and soft. “Both of you.”
“Yeah, we did.” Harry paused. “Turn around, Liv. You have another husband in the room. A husband who needs to come.”
A fresh wave of desire shot through her. Was this the moment she’d been waiting for? The time for Harry and Evan to push forward with their desires?
She turned to face the two men. Harry’s cheeks were flushed. Evan’s pupils were wide, and his lips held a soft sheen, as though he’d just licked them.
“Take this off.” She gripped the base of Evan’s t-shirt and pulled it upward.
He whipped it over his head, then dropped it onto the floor, forgotten. He didn’t take his attention from her.
She smiled and placed her hands on his warm, smooth chest. His heart was thudding against his rib cage, and a slick of sweat had caught on his brow. He was excited, turned on. He wanted what she was going to give.
All of it.
“You like watching Harry and me?” she asked.
“You know I do.”
“But you like playing as well.”
“Yeah.”
She smiled and reached up to kiss him. He didn’t grab her, but he kissed her back with an intensity that told her he was hot for it, that he wanted more, much more.
After absorbing his flavor and the sensation of his tongue dancing with hers, she pulled away, just a little. “Kiss Harry,” she whispered onto his lips. “Kiss Harry, Evan, the way you want to.”
He hitched in a breath and turned to Harry.
Harry glanced at her, then back to Evan. “You don’t have to…if you don’t want to.”
“I do.” Evan nodded. “Want to, that is.”
Anticipation swirled inside Olivia. This was it, she was sure of it. The battle Evan had had with himself was over. It had to be.
“Evan,” Harry whispered. “I…but…”
“Shh.” Evan slid his hand around the back of Harry’s neck and tugged him closer.
For a moment he hovered his lips over Harry’s, staring into his eyes, then he slanted his head and pressed his mouth to Harry’s.
Harry groaned and fluttered his eyes closed. He left his arms hanging at his sides, almost as if he were afraid of moving and breaking the spell.
Evan deepened the kiss, his tongue stroking out to connect with Harry’s.
Olivia was aware of heat pooling between her legs again, and of her nipples tingling. Se
eing her husbands kiss was so erotic. Their masculine jaws working in time together, their stubble-coated chins catching, and their strong broad chests dragging in oxygen.
Evan broke the kiss. He pulled back and swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing low.
“Evan, I don’t understand,” Harry said, pressing his fingertips to his own lips. “I thought…you didn’t…”
“I just needed some time,” Evan said, then glanced at Olivia. “I needed to talk it through.”
She took his hand in hers.
“I’m glad, but I’m sorry,” Harry said.
“Sorry for what?” Evan asked.
“For going too fast, back at Kaskum. I damaged our friendship, I hated myself for that.”
“You didn’t,” Evan said. “Perhaps you’ve even made it stronger.”
Harry nodded, and emotion welled in his eyes.
Olivia smiled and ran her finger down Evan’s cheek. “It’s sexy to see you two together like that.”
“You’re the only one who’ll see it,” Evan said. “And you don’t have to worry about us sneaking off to snog each other, that ain’t going to happen.”
Harry chuckled. “You reckon you can resist me?”
“Don’t push it, Vidal.” Evan raised his eyebrows.
Olivia squeezed in close to him. “I know I can’t resist you, either of you.” She ran her hand down Evan’s chest, over the waistband of his jeans, then settled it on his cock. His erection filled her palm as it strained against the material of his clothing. “And, wow, you’re really hard, Evan.”
“Tell me about it,” he murmured before catching her mouth in a kiss.
She set to work on his buttons, releasing them, before pushing at his clothing.
She caught his cock and massaged him root to tip with both hands.
He drew back, his eyes a little glazed, and looked down at her holding him. “Oh, God, your hands on me…every time.”
“Every time what?” she asked.
“Just makes me want to come, straight away.” He stared at her face.
She smiled against his lips. “So how about my mouth then, what will that do to you?”
“You know damn well what that will do to me.” His gaze dropped from her eyes to her lips.
The boat tilted again, and she had to adjust her stance. “I’m going to need Harry’s help,” she said.
“What?” Evan’s eyes widened.
