Double Daddy Trouble: A Groomsman Menage

by Violet Paige

  “Why not?” he said, not following at all. “I know you were hurt when we broke up. Isn’t this what you want?”

  “Danny, I was hurt because you dumped me over email. And because breakups always suck. But you and me, we’re done. We’ve been done,” I explained as gently as I could. “I’ve moved on, and you will, too.”

  “I don’t want to move on. I know what I want. It’s fate. You and me—we’re fate,” he argued, beginning to sound truly hurt. I didn’t want to break his heart, but I had to be honest.

  Then it hit me.

  If I had to be honest with Daniel, I also needed to be honest with myself. And if I was being totally, brutally honest, I knew exactly what I wanted. I had known since I was a dumb teenager. Since that first Thanksgiving when I looked across the table and saw Bruin Kincaid.

  Suddenly, I stood up. “What? Where are you going?” Danny asked.

  I gave him an apologetic look, my heart pounding.

  “I’m sorry, Daniel. But I have to go. There’s something I have to do.”

  Twenty-Five

  Bruin

  Back in Ft. Lauderdale, I stood on the deck of the Mirabella, my heart whipping itself up into a storm as I leaned against the railing and glared at everything.

  I still had to be physically present to sell the boat. At least, I wanted to. I assumed Jeff was going to get some other broker besides Jillian to oversee the transaction. I couldn’t decide which prospect was worse: the thought of him sending some pencil-necked man to come try to fumble through the paperwork Jillian already had done the legwork for, or some other girl in a short pencil skirt meant as a distraction for me.

  Either one seemed pretty reasonable for Jeff, given our icy relationship since talking about Jillian seriously.

  One of the servers, a pretty young blonde I’d hired recently, made her way up to me with a mojito on a tray and a smile on her face. “Your drink, sir,” she said, presenting it to me.

  I took it wordlessly and put a fifty-dollar bill on the tray as a tip. I wasn’t in the mood for conversation. My eyes were fixed on the deck, my jaw clenching and unclenching as I thought over the ship.

  “You seem a little worried, sir.” She tilted her head to the side. I shot her a glance, wondering why she was still there. “Is... there anything else I can do for you to help with whatever’s on your mind?”

  She moved her hips ever so subtly as she spoke, and I could tell what she was insinuating. Maybe that was my old self’s fault. I had a reputation in the hiring pool, and this one was probably looking for a cozy spot in my bed for preferential treatment.

  “Yeah.” My expression didn’t’ change. “Another mojito in about fifteen minutes. That’ll be all.”

  She stiffened a little, but she got the message and gave a curt nod with a disappointed face before hurrying off.

  I turned and faced the water, downing half my drink in a single swig, tasting the rum strong and sweet, just how I liked it. Overwhelming mint could only do so much to dull what was stabbing at my gut, though.

  I needed to figure out something with Jillian. I couldn’t just let things stay the way they were, but I wasn’t about to stomp all over her career in the same stroke.

  My phone buzzed. I looked down to read the text.

  “Jillian?” I murmured out loud.

  Still at the yacht today?

  I raised an eyebrow and texted back.

  Yeah. Any clue what Jeff plans to do? Another broker coming over?

  I waited half a minute before it buzzed again with the reply.

  Look down

  I blinked at the text a few times. There was no way. Was there? I turned my eyes down to the marina and scanned the area until my gaze caught a waving hand, an incredible figure, a head of beautiful dark hair, and the greenest eyes I’d ever seen. She was wearing a white blouse, professional black slacks, and matching flats.

  “Jill!” I shouted out, my heart somersaulting before I took off running down to the gangway. What the hell was she doing down here? My face was a sloppy grin, and I couldn’t help that, but my mind was all over the place trying to reorganize itself.

  All my plans and worries had just been tossed up in the air, and God knew where they were going to land.

  I reached the gangway, where Jillian was already making her way across. Miguel wasn’t far away, giving me a what-should-I-do expression, but when he saw my face and Jillian making her way toward me, he backed away understandingly.

  “Jill, oh my God,” I said, still in disbelief. “How the hell? What are you doing here?” I had to hold myself back, I had to tell her about everything that had happened with Jeff, I had to sit down and rationally think things through.

  Jillian interrupted those thoughts by nearly breaking into a run and jumping into my arms, throwing her arms around me, and pulling herself up my shoulders to kiss me, holding me there as I groaned into it.

  On instinct, I held her tight, pulling her whole body into a warm hug while I savored the feeling of our lips together. It had hardly been any time at all, but I felt like I was dying of thirst in the desert, and Jillian was fresh spring water.

  Both of us let out sighs of delight as we were locked into each other, and I took a few steps back away from the gangway, arms full of the woman I loved.

  “Jill,” I whispered when the kiss finally broke.

  “Fuck, Bruin, I missed you so much,” she whimpered, nuzzling her face into my neck. Her small hands felt up the muscles on my shoulders and neck, and her soft lips brushed along the nape. I tilted my head back to enjoy the feeling while my cock grew thick in my pants.

  I hadn’t been expecting any of it, but my body knew exactly how to react.

  I squeezed her ass with a strong hand, and I let her attack my neck until I couldn’t resist the urge to attack hers anymore. My own mouth went to her neck, and I breathed on the sensitive flesh like it was my prey.

  On my ship, in my territory, that was exactly what Jillian was.

  As I let my teeth graze her neck and took pleasure in every single whimper and moan I drew out of her, I walked us backward to the door leading to the dining room. I didn’t care where we were, but I wanted some privacy, and I wanted it now.

  We stumbled clumsily into that moody, beautiful dining room, and we terrified the couple of crew members who were in there already. One look at us, though, and they took the hint and vanished behind the scenes. I expected everyone to vanish below deck for a while, but if they didn’t make it out in time, that was on them.

  It was my yacht, and I’d fuck the love of my life wherever I wanted to.

  Every time that thought crossed my mind, love, it made my cock swell bigger and my need for Jillian get stronger. We made out sloppily while I walked us back to the very dinner table where we’d shared that first night together.

  We knew so little that night. We were so unchanged by each other, so different, even though it was so recently.

  I set her down beside the table, but her hands never left me. They tugged pleadingly at my shirt, fumbling with the buttons on it. I grabbed the tablecloth in one hand and yanked it, throwing everything on it onto the floor with a crash. I didn’t care. I needed a surface.

  Finally, I turned around and helped Jillian’s progress by gripping my shirt in both hands and ripping the buttons apart.

  She sighed delightedly and slid her arms around my sides, kissing my chest and feeling my abs, cuddling into me while emerald eyes looked up at me pleadingly.

  “I’m yours,” she gasped, “Bruin, you’re all I’ve been able to think about. I don’t care about anything but us right now.”

  “I’ve dreamed about you saying those words,” I said in a rumbling voice down to her, and I picked her up by the hips to set her on the table before pushing her onto her back.

  She giggled and squirmed on the heavy wooden table that was worth thousands on its own. I pulled her shoes off, then took her by the hips and dragged her close enough that her crotch was pressed against m
ine.

  I gripped her blouse like I’d gripped mine, and I tore it open to reveal her bra. Her breasts were so beautiful, so perfect, that they drove me wild whether they were free or held in by any kind of fabric. As long as she was with me, I’d spoil her forever, buying her any clothes she could possibly want.

  I wanted everyone to know who my girl was and what she enjoyed.

  The thought of ripping thousand-dollar bras off her was even more thrilling.

  I pinned her down, breathing on her neck as my hands explored her torso. I felt the fabric of her bra before my hands went behind her and unhooked it, and I used my teeth to pull it off her.

  She wrapped her legs around my waist as I raised my head and looked down at her hungrily.

  “Do you know how much I wanted to do this when we were together that first night?” I growled, and she shivered, blushing fiercely. My hands groped her breasts, thumbs rolling over the nipples until they were stiff, and her back was arching up into me. “I wanted to show you from the first second you stepped onto my ship that you were mine.”

  “I’ve been yours since you first saw me, Bruin,” she gasped, and I scooped her up. My hands gripped her ass and held her facing me, and I attacked her breasts, teasing her nipples between my teeth.

  “Bed,” I grunted, and I carried her to the stateroom where it all started.

  She was subtly grinding into me the whole way, her hips desperately pushing while we made out the whole way. I pushed the door open, and we spilled in. I didn’t even set her down. I went straight to the bed and tossed her onto it, watching her bounce and giggle in a way that drove me wild.

  I gripped her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed before she helped me get her pants off. She wasn’t wearing panties.

  “You know what you want,” I growled.

  “I’ve never been able to help myself around you,” she confessed.

  I pushed her legs apart, held her ass, and shoved my face into her pussy, inhaling deeply before letting my tongue out.

  She was so wet already, so keyed up and tense that she bucked her hips up with a yelp when my hot tongue touched her clit. The tip of my tongue flicked it over and over again. I wasn’t here to play around, I was going to drag her into her orgasm immediately.

  It didn’t take much. She started to draw in sharp breaths from the very start as I swirled my tongue around her swollen, sensitive nub, feeling honey soak my face. I let it dart out in quick strikes, feeling her muscles twinge and tighten around me with each go. I was rock-hard, knowing how badly she wanted me, how desperately her body needed this.

  “Every morning I think about this,” she gasped in a high-pitched squeak. “Oh God, Bruin, even before we fucked, I’ve thought about this so, so much.”

  My hands tightened around her ass as I drove her harder until I heard her start to hold her breath, and all at once, I heard her let out a long, beautiful gasp while she came, flooding my face, giving me that sweetest taste of all. I raised my head and rubbed her pussy with my hand as she came, easing her through the orgasm and making her writhe and yelp on the bed while I loomed over her.

  I was done waiting.

  I pulled my pants off and grabbed her by the hips while she was still twitching from the orgasm, and I flipped her over.

  “Oh, fuck yes,” she whimpered, gripping a pillow and bracing herself. She even pushed her ass up for me, presenting herself.

  I was too dizzy with lust to reply. I gave my cock one stroke of my hand, feeling its full, vein-ribbed girth before I gripped her hips and pulled her up.

  I speared her between her lips with my cock, and she gave a sharp scream of pleasure, feeling as tight as the first day I’d had her.

  A guttural, animalistic groan came from my chest as I started pounding into her hard and fast. We weren’t here to go slow, we were here to move hard and fast, and I was going to take her for everything she had.

  I felt her clench around me, and I looked down at her pert ass as it slapped against my groin. The sight of it drove me wild. I stroked it with my thumbs while I held her up and thrust into her with a steady, unstoppable rhythm, going harder and harder as much as I felt her little body could take it. I was already rock-hard, and soon, I felt her start to clench up again as her honey started to flow more, and I watched her hands grip the sheets.

  I knew what was coming, and I angled her hips so that the tip of my bulging cock started to strike her G-spot, that point that sent her into a white-hot daze of ecstasy.

  She bit down on the pillow and let out a sharp scream that was muffled by it as she came, a full-body orgasm that made even me have to marshal my will to keep from letting it throw me over the edge and finish inside her. I felt years of tension melting away in Jillian’s body all around me, all because of the thick cock between her legs, and it gave me more pride that anything else in the world ever could.

  And I wasn’t anywhere near done with her yet.

  Twenty-Six

  Jillian

  “Oh fuck!” I cried out, my whole body trembling as I came.

  Bruin was behind me, slamming into my pussy over and over again, his huge hands gripping my ass to hold me steady. I all but collapsed onto the soft bed, his cock springing free. My legs had totally buckled beneath me, unable to hold me up any longer. The waves of orgasm were so intense they made tears burn in my eyes as I lay exhausted and spent on the sheets.

  “Good girl,” Bruin said, his tone arrogant in the sexiest way possible. Like he knew just how good I felt, just how perfectly he played my body like a damn instrument. It was like he understood what my body needed long before even I did. He fucked in ways I never even considered before in my wildest fantasies.

  My fantasies which just so happened to involve him.

  “Don’t you dare think for one second that I’m finished with you, Jillian,” he growled, leaning over me.

  He kissed a delicate line up my spine, his hands sliding down my sides, my hips. He kissed the back of my neck and I shivered, my body awakening again already, to beg him to fuck me more. His hard cock, slick with my come, pressed against my ass cheek. I used my dwindling strength to grind up against him, and I felt a thrill of pleasure when he groaned appreciatively.

  “You just love teasing my cock, don’t you?” he whispered, his lips right next to my ear.

  His breath on my neck, that ticklish spot below my ear, was enough to make me even wetter. Bruin was magic. Discovering places on my body that turned me on, new places I had never thought about before. His every whisper at my ear sent a burning tendril of bliss through my body, burning deep inside my pussy. I was still aching for him, and it almost scared me. How desperately I needed him, how addictive he was. How I longed for him to use my body, fuck me like a little toy, like the carefree, reckless little slut he turned into. I had spent my life being so cautious, so studious, so afraid to even dip my toe in the deep end of the pool for fear of drowning. I was always too afraid of losing control to give up even an inch of it at a time. I had been fighting to stay on top of things, keep my heart and body to myself.

  Hell, I had been with Daniel for three months and never once fucked him. And God knows, he had tried. Over and over again. Asking me to stay the night at his hotel. Begging to come with him on a business trip to some tropical paradise so we could sleep together at night. And sure enough, a few times, we had slept together in the same bed, but that was all we did: sleep. Even in my skimpiest, laciest cami and undies, I never let him do more than kiss me and feel me up. And even just that tiny bit of intimacy had scared the hell out of me. I had felt so out of control. It just felt wrong.

  But with Bruin, it was a totally different story. He made me feel amazing. Free.

  “Fuck me again,” I murmured, turning to glance back at Bruin over my shoulder. He was standing over me, his long, hard cock standing erect and ready. He had the stamina of multiple men, I could have sworn. “I don’t want you to stop until I can’t even stand up again.”

  He be
nt over and took my face in his hands, gently kissing me at first, then harder. His hand slid down to caress my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers as I moaned into his mouth. God, it felt so good. Every tiny touch he gave me set me on fire. I didn’t know how he managed it. If someone had told me he had electricity in his fingertips, I would have nearly believed them. He broke away and stood up, then snapped his fingers.

  “Get up, sweetheart. Time for a venue change,” he said, smiling darkly. There was a mischievous glint in those gorgeous blue eyes that made my heart skip a beat, stumbling to keep up with itself. He had something crazy in mind, I was sure.

  I obeyed him dutifully, heaving my exhausted body off the bed to stand before him. He looked me up and down, raking over my with a hungry gaze. I almost felt like I was a vulnerable little creature standing in front of a ravenous wolf who was barely restraining the urge to devour me. Bruin wanted me. He wanted me badly. And that turned me on more than anything else. That a sexy, powerful, dominant man like him could desire someone like me. He saw a different side of me. In my line of work, I had to be assertive, self-confident. Even a little demanding sometimes. But with Bruin, all that bravado melted away. I was submissive, begging for more instructions to obey. I wanted nothing more than to please him and do what he wanted.

  If it had been any other man making me feel that way, I would have resented it. Even feared it. But I trusted Bruin with every fiber of my being. I knew he would never hurt me. In fact, he did the opposite of hurting me. He made me feel like a goddess. Like I was treasured. Like he worshipped my body with every touch.

  “Tell me what you want,” I murmured, looking up at him adoringly. He smiled.

  Bruin hoisted me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. His hard cock slid against my dripping folds, brushing my overly sensitive clit and making me gasp with unexpected pleasure. He rocked his hips slowly, tantalizingly. His shaft rubbed back and forth along my slit as I tilted my head back, my eyes rolling toward the ceiling. It was almost too much, and he wasn’t even inside me.