What Emma Craves

by Amanda Abbott

  “At least you have a good reason,” Mallory said. “It’s a digital age, and these women need to shut the hell up. One freckle will not keep them out of work.” Antonio slowed the boat and cut the motor. Mallory got out of her seat. “And, darling, lemme tell you, if I had your coloring, I’d be the Nicole Kidman of the model world. You have something very few have—flawless skin paired with beauty. Most redheads I know have one or the other. Most of them have freckles all over. You have this many.” She formed a circle with her fingers. “Zippo. You have that thing models kill for. If you were a little taller, I guarantee you would’ve been recruited by some hungry shark a long time ago. But be thankful you avoided this life. This job sucks out your soul and spits it out like a big loogie.”

  Antonio came up behind them, followed by Charlotte. “I parked close enough to swim to shore if that’s what we want to do. It’s already hot enough to take a plunge. I have snorkel gear, floatation devices, and just about anything you want downstairs. There’s plenty of food on board, so we can have lunch when we’re done. How does that sound?”

  “Lovely,” Emma said. “This is really wonderful. Thank you again.”

  “I’m heading to the bow now for some sun, if anyone wants to join me.” Mallory winked at the group as she set her hat and glasses on the table. Then she dropped her cover-up to the ground and sauntered down the stairs, totally naked.

  14

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  As Mallory passed Pete, she curled her index finger in front of her. The universal sign for come with me. Pete glanced at Emma, who was having an animated chat with Charlotte. Antonio had already gone to drop the anchor.

  Pete couldn’t believe how ritzy this yacht was. It must’ve set back Antonio by at least two million. Pete waited for a moment to catch Emma’s eye to tell her where he was going, but Emma was still wrapped up in her conversation. After a few moments, he decided Emma could join them when she was done. What else were they going to do?

  He headed down the stairs and took a path along the side of the boat to get to the front. He’d spotted the large cushions on the bow during the tour.

  When he rounded the corner, Mallory was already spread out, one knee up, her hair fanned out around her. She patted the lounger next to her without even looking up.

  She’d known he’d come after her.

  This beauty wasn’t used to being denied much, and coming to sit with her fed into that, but as he looked out over the clear water and their surroundings, and her more-than-beautiful body, he found he didn’t care too much. This was a dream vacation, and he was going to enjoy it.

  Pete hoped Emma joined them before Mallory got too horny. But it wasn’t like they were going to have sex right here, so he pushed it out of his mind.

  “Let’s have sex,” Mallory announced, giving him a lazy grin as she circled one of her areolas.

  Pete was so taken aback, he nearly lost his balance, and he was sitting. But there was no place for him to escape now that he was there. “I’m sorry, what?”

  She belly-laughed at his reaction.

  It sounded like a genuine laugh, unlike what he’d heard from her so far. “Relax, I’m just fucking with you.” She turned on her side to face him, a finger tracing the seam on the cushion. “You know, I can’t figure you and your wife out. I’ve been trying all morning. You seem into each other. There’s love there. I mean, it’s written all over your faces. You checked with your wife twice before agreeing to be with me last night. That’s not typical in my world. Most people, including couples, are selfish motherfuckers. All the time. They’re out for their own pleasure and will tromp on anyone to get it. So what gives?”

  “What do you mean, what gives?” Pete relaxed a little, knowing Mallory wasn’t going to jump on his already hard dick.

  “The lifestyle. How do you juggle it? It seems like it would rip a loving couple like you two apart. I’m curious, if you fucked me right now, without her permission, would Emma divorce you?”

  The question was so personal, Pete didn’t know exactly how to answer it, so he just went with real. “Yes, most likely.”

  “Then explain it to me.” She turned on her stomach and went up on her elbows. “Most swingers I meet are selfish and would take the fuck any day, especially with someone like me. So make me understand why you’re different.”

  “I don’t know,” Pete said, rubbing the back of his neck. “The first reason is we aren’t real swingers in that sense. We call it swapping, and when we do it, it’s very controlled. We meet a couple ahead of time, everyone is on board, and we know roughly how the night is going to go from beginning to end. Everyone is amped, and we have a good time. When they go home, it’s over.”

  “Then what?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Then do you and Emma fuck by yourselves, or what? What’s the payoff after a swap for the two of you? From what I saw last night, the payoff was you coming. You came hard and were totally lost in the moment. But what’s the payoff for your beautiful, porcelain wife? She didn’t appear to get off on it as much as you did.”

  Pete was stymied for a moment. How could she know that after being with them for a total of twenty minutes? “Well, when we first started doing it, the payoff always came after. The two of us were charged for weeks after we were with another couple, and our sex together was explosive.”

  “And now?”

  “Now?” he said. “Now, I’m not sure…” He trailed off, his mind whirling.

  “In my opinion, it’s time for you to reevaluate that crap. Your wife is hot and completely sexy. You’re a very lucky man. If you want to keep that for yourself, you’re going to have to work a little harder than you have in the past.” She leaned over to whisper, “I can tell you right now, Antonio is going to give you a run for your money on this trip.” She reached over and patted his chest, dragging a single fingernail down to his abs.

  A throat cleared from the flybridge.

  Pete glanced up to see Emma’s head over the railing. “Um, I’m going to go swimming,” she called. “I just wanted to let you know.”

  “Okay!” he answered. “I’ll be there soon.”

  “Don’t rush,” she said simply. “Enjoy the sun.”

  Then she was gone.

  Mallory started to giggle, laughing harder as she rolled over onto her back. “Let the games begin. Strike one for the husband!”

  “What do you mean? Do you think she was upset?” Pete asked. “She didn’t sound upset.”

  “Oh, I’m certain she wasn’t thrilled we were sitting here together after what happened last night,” Mallory answered. “You are fairly clueless about women, you know that?”

  “I’m not clueless,” Pete said, his voice irritated. “We weren’t doing anything wrong. She has no reason to be upset.”

  “Keep telling yourself that, man,” Mallory said, still laughing. “My advice to you is to get your ass back there and get in that water, because Antonio is already in there. He’s the shark you have to watch out for.”

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  Emma didn’t know whether to be angry or sad when she saw Pete cozied up to Mallory and that he’d chosen to go sit with her rather than wait to see what she’d wanted to do.

  What she did know was that she wasn’t going to let it ruin her day.

  She walked down the stairs by the stern and onto a platform made up of thin wood planks stained a dark red. There was a partially covered area at the very end of the boat with a large table and another amazing couch to relax on.

  She heard a splash and headed around the table to find Antonio already in the water. Charlotte sat on the edge, her feet dangling in the water. She was completely naked and very comfortable with herself.

  “Come on in,” Antonio called. He had a snorkel and mask on his head. “I always dive down and check the anchor. There’s no way I’m leaving my boat unless I know it’s secure.”

  Emma was pretty sure Antonio was naked as
well.

  When in Rome.

  Emma took off her hat and set it on a bench. Then, in one motion, she lifted her sundress, this one a marigold color, over her head.

  “Holy shit,” Antonio sputtered from the water.

  “Damn, girl, you have a kickin’ body,” Charlotte said, appraising her. “Is that a six-pack? Do you actually have a freakin’ six-pack?”

  Emma blushed. She wasn’t totally naked. She wore the skimpy white bikini bottoms Piper had given her—the ones with the tiny buckles on the sides and a small scrap of fabric in front and almost nothing else. She chose to wear them, not because she was embarrassed about being naked in front of others, but because she knew they accentuated everything she had.

  Piper was a genius.

  “I got lucky with my body type,” Emma said.

  “Bullshit,” Charlotte said. “Turn around. We need to get a good look at the back.”

  “I don’t think I need to—”

  “Zip it!” Charlotte snapped her hand in front of her mouth. “Everyone here wants to enjoy your body, now give us a little show. I’m certain Antonio is already hard”—she gave him a knowing look—“but let’s not make it easy on him. We want him to ache a little bit before he gets his release.”

  “You don’t have to—” Antonio stopped mid-sentence when she turned, and shouted, “Fucking A!”

  Emma was embarrassed, but pleased she’d made that kind of impact.

  Without waiting to hear any more, she jumped feet first off the platform, shrieking as she went. The water was the perfect temperature. It felt wonderful. Her head bobbed up, and she gasped for a breath. The first thing she heard was Antonio’s laugher.

  “Char, throw us a foam mattress.”

  “On it, Master,” Charlotte chirped, and headed to a bench, lifting up the lid.

  Emma cleared the water out of her eyes as Antonio swam closer.

  “How do you like the Bahamas now?” he asked. “Pretty spectacular, huh?”

  “It is.” Emma began to tread water. “I’ve been to a lot of places, but this is one of the best. I get lost in the color of the water every time I look. But I don’t see any fish.” She glanced down into the water.

  Antonio pulled his snorkel and mask off and handed them to her. “Here, take a look using these. There aren’t many fish, since there are no big rocks or coral around, but you’ll see a few and maybe even a sea turtle. I’ll keep you steady.” Emma took the proffered items while Antonio grasped on to her waist. His body was so close, she could feel his warmth. She was incredibly aware she was topless, with very little separating their bodies. She began to slip the mask over her head, as he leaned over and said in her ear, “It’s not going to fit you because it’s adjusted to me, but push it up to your face and press on it with both hands. I’ve got you. Then dunk your head under the water.”

  She did what he said, her hands shaking lightly. She was acutely aware of him. As she bent her head into the water, her backside came in contact with his abs. She heard him let out a slow breath. She knew he was hard, but was trying to keep her mind off of it while she glanced under water.

  There were several fish, but none close. The sandy bottom wasn’t very far down, about ten feet. She would have loved to dive, but the mask was already leaking seawater.

  As she turned, she caught a glimpse of Antonio’s cock.

  She had to brace herself so she didn’t gulp in any water. It was huge and very erect. She flushed as she brought her head up and took the mask off. She tried to act like nothing was amiss, but she was incredibly turned on.

  “So pretty down there.” She coughed politely, handing the equipment back to him. “I’m going to have to get some snorkeling gear that works. I’d love to explore down there.”

  “I have more snorkels on the boat.” He had let go of her once she’d emerged, but was staring intently at her as they both tread water. His gaze was smoldering. Heat filtered through her body. This man wanted her.

  Really wanted her.

  It felt like forever since a man had been that predatory toward her.

  A loud splash jolted her out of her mini-reverie. Emma glanced over to see Pete surface five feet from them. Mallory stood on the platform of the boat, holding a thin foam air mattress. She was laughing and nodding at Charlotte, who had two air mattresses under her arms. Charlotte tossed one out into the water, and then jumped in with the other.

  Then Pete was next to her, his arms encircling her waist.

  Emma had inadvertently kicked away from Antonio when Pete had entered the water, so they weren’t as close as they’d been before. Guilt began to creep in. She had been totally turned on that another man wanted her, and it had nothing to do with the lifestyle.

  “What’re you guys doing?” Pete asked.

  “Antonio lent me his mask so I could see the fish. There aren’t many, but it’s gorgeous down there. Do you want to swim to the beach? It’s not too far.”

  Antonio grabbed the air mattress Charlotte had thrown. He leaned over the middle and kicked toward them. The other two ladies were already in the water on theirs.

  “We’ll paddle after you!” Mallory called. “Don’t worry about us.”

  “Come on,” Pete said in her ear. “I’ll race you.”

  Emma chuckled. “That’s not going to work. You have the supreme body of an athlete,” she told her husband. “There’s no way I’m beating you.”

  “I’ll give you a head start,” he said playfully. “That way I get to watch your ass in the water. It’s a win-win.”

  Emma glanced at Antonio for a split second. His eyes were full of mischief. Emma wondered what he had up his sleeve.

  She turned back to Pete. “You’re on. I’ll see you there.” She darted under the water and began to swim. But all she could think about as she stroked toward the shoreline were those brief few moments she’d just had with Antonio and that knowing look in his eyes.

  She couldn’t stop.

  That look was what it meant to be wanted more than anything in the world.

  That’s what Emma craved.

  15

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  Pete was right behind Emma. He’d let her take a big lead. He’d been unnerved to find her so close to Antonio in the water. He hadn’t wanted to admit that what Mallory alluded to on the boat could be true, but by the looks of it, she was right. Antonio had been too close for comfort.

  He knew his wife, and just like him spending time with Mallory, it was innocent. But seeing them together in the water had caused a pang of jealousy so fierce it had ripped through his abdomen. It still plagued him as he swam.

  It was a feeling he wasn’t used to having. In fact, he couldn’t ever remember a time he’d been this jealous.

  He was overreacting. Mallory’s I-told-you-so laughter as he’d dived into the water had made him edgy, and he couldn’t do anything about it now anyway. He wasn’t going to be confrontational. That would ruin his wife’s vacation. Emma reached the beach ahead of him and walked out of the surf. Pete almost swallowed a mouthful of salt water.

  Holy shit!

  He’d never seen her in that swimsuit. If you could even call it a swimsuit. From the back, it looked like a few pieces of white framing her perfect ass. Her long red hair was slicked back, forming a perfect V pointing right to the strings. A flicker of sunlight bounced off her, and Pete realized the thing had buckles on the sides. All he could think about as he swam was undoing them with his teeth.

  He was rock hard.

  Pete heard a noise behind him and saw that Antonio was watching his wife as well, and was pretty much having the same reaction he had. That bastard.

  Anger lashed at him. He pushed it away.

  It didn’t matter. Emma was his. He didn’t have to prove it to anyone. As he climbed out of the water, his wife began to twirl on the beach, doing a few dance poses as she made her way across the sand. Her face was radiant. She was incredibly happy and h
ad no idea what she’d caused in her wake.

  “I won!” she crowed, pointing upward. “Look, it’s our own private cove.”

  Pete glanced up at the curved rock formation bracketing the beach. She was right. They were out of sight from any bystanders on land. Emma continued pirouetting down the beach, her beautiful, long legs kicking out as she spun, her breasts bouncing deliciously.

  She was oblivious to the effect she was having on everyone.

  “Hey, sexy lady!” Mallory called. “You can stop the interpretive dance now that we’re all horned-up out of our minds.”

  Pete glanced back at the water as the other three paddled in on their mattresses. There were barely any waves on this side of the island, so it was easy.

  “Hey, surfer dude,” Mallory yelled to him. “If you manhandle yourself any harder, you’re going to come early and miss the party that’s brewing thanks to your agile wife.”

  Pete glanced down, almost stunned to find he was stroking his cock with long, hard pulls.

  He let go, embarrassed.

  “Damn, man,” Charlotte said. “You’re huge. I might orgasm just by looking at you.”

  “Yeah,” he said absentmindedly as he started off down the beach toward his wife. “I get that a lot.”

  Emma saw Pete coming toward her and stopped dancing. She was still smiling brightly. “Well, you’re certainly having a good time,” she kidded, nodding at his hard-on. “I didn’t realize you were naked. Do you think I should take my bottoms off? Everyone else here is naked.”

  “Hell no!” he barked, breaking it off at the end so it didn’t sound so needy. “Those bottoms are the sexiest things any of us have ever seen. You’ve managed to get us all hot, and it isn’t even lunchtime.”

  “Really?” She glanced around his shoulder as the others climbed out of the surf.

  “Yes, really,” he said as he came closer, encircling her waist, pressing her close. She was his. “We’re going to have sex on this beach. Right now. There’s no avoiding it. How do you want to do it? We can make it a party, or we can do it just the two of us. It’s up to you.”