Three's A Cruise (6 page)

Authors: Becca Jameson

BOOK: Three's A Cruise

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“No.” This time when she said the word it came out with a completely different tone. She’d gone from playful to shocked in two-point-five seconds. A smile lit her face when she leaned around his shoulder to kiss his cheek. “See, it was meant to be. Now, before you sneak out of here in the pre-dawn hours, please leave your last name and a cellphone number so we don’t have to spend another day like today.”

Nathan turned around to face Haley. He took her cheeks in his hands and gazed into her green eyes. “This is a ship, love. I don’t think I’ll be able to escape too far this time. I can swim, but not that well. You are stuck with me in your lives for seven days and seven nights.” Nathan claimed her mouth, angling his head to one side to get the best access and hopefully knocking her off balance in the process.

When her knees went weak and she slumped against him, he laid her down on the bed and lined his body up along one side. Jordan trailed to the other side and lay down also, his hand grazing down Nathan’s back then ass before he tugged Nathan’s top leg over Haley, opening Nathan up and effectively pinning Haley in place.

Haley moaned again, even louder. Her eyes popped open when she heard her voice and she broke the kiss to bite her lip.

Nathan glanced over at Jordan. He smiled. It was going to be okay. Hell, everything was going to be more than okay—it was fantastic. Nathan’s chest swelled. His cock did too. Everything he’d ever dreamed of was right here in this tiny room as though it had been here all along for his entire life. Just waiting for the stars to align until all the pieces fell together.

“Where was that gag?” he asked Jordan.

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Excerpt

Chapter One

“You look ravishing this morning.” Trevor Dewey said those same words every day when he saw his wife, Marie, at the breakfast table. And every morning he meant them with such fierce honesty it made her blush like a teenage girl on her first real date with her first real boyfriend.

“Thank you.” She poured him his first cup of coffee. That too was a tradition as old as their marriage.

She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Of course, there was a certain subjectivity in his assessment of the physical attractiveness of his wife. Beauty would always remain in the eyes of the beholder. He wasn’t blind, however, and he had looked around enough during his forty-three years on this earth to know that Marie was a total stunner with her naturally honey-blonde hair, eyes as blue as the sky on a summer’s day and perfect hourglass figure. Almost ten years ago he had fallen head over heels in love with her and that love had only grown with time.

They talked quietly about their plans for the day, about the official opening of the new electronics factory that needed to be postponed to next week and about a dozen other ‘this and remind me of that’ details that kept them connected with reality. Trevor had learned to delegate because no amount of money could make his day last even one second longer than that of the poorest man. A steep learning curve had led him to the point where he knew exactly what to leave to others and what to keep firmly in his own hands. It had cost him his first marriage and a huge chunk of his fortune, but also brought him the woman he loved beyond what he had ever held possible and made him a billionaire.

Personal assistant Callum Hill played a huge role in making the most of Trevor’s time, with his almost uncanny talent to see connections between people and events. Callum knew what Trevor knew, plus a lot more, and it made Trevor’s days look a lot longer than they actually were.

Marie’s soft voice interrupted his musings. “Where are your thoughts hiding?”

“I was thinking about the hours in a day and now I remember that I have a little surprise for you,” Trevor casually said between two bites of toast. “Perhaps you’d like to take a look at it after we’ve finished breakfast?”

Marie’s whole face lit up. “More art? Another painting for my museum?”

“Well, I could have gone for another car or a diamond necklace…”

“You’re teasing me.”

“Jewellery wouldn’t do anything for you and why would I spend money on something that would make you smile politely at best? For status? I have more money in the bank than I could possibly spend in several lifetimes and I want to use some of it in a way that makes the woman I love actually happy.”

“You make me happy. Just you being you.” She looked at him with earnest eyes. “I know there’s no way of proving this, because by the time you captured my heart you already had millions to spare.”

“I remember so well when I first saw you at the opening of cousin Sylvia’s first solo exhibition. You were staring at ‘Portrait of a Girl, Aged 15’ and I couldn’t keep my eyes from you. I had no idea who you were, but I knew that if you wouldn’t become my wife, something essential would be missing from my life.”

“We started a conversation. I wanted you to go away at first, because I needed to concentrate on the painting, but you were cute in your own way…” Marie teased.

“You told me you knew you would almost certainly never see this painting again because it would go to a private collector, and for that reason you tried to memorise it so it would forever remain part of your life.”

“Then you talked with your cousin and she put a red sticker on the painting I had been falling in love with for the last half hour and which I knew I could never afford, and you looked at me and said, ‘It’s yours’.”

“After which you said…”

“‘…I can’t accept this, because I’ll never be able to pay you back’.”

“But you did, with nearly ten years of pure heavenly bliss. It is I who’s indebted to you.”

Marie grinned. “Hey, I’m not exactly a saint.”

“That, my love, is as true as can be. When I looked at that classy woman in vintage dress quietly admiring a painting, I had no idea she would be the devil incarnate in bed. But then, with you having a body like that, why would I even be surprised?”

“I still maintain my sexual passion lives in my head, my imagination, not in my tits.”

“Still, glorious they are, your tits.” Trevor stood up and reached for his wife’s hand. “Are you ready for your surprise?” He led her to the central hall of the mansion, anticipation of her joy singing in his belly.

He wasn’t disappointed, because when he removed the cloth that hid the rectangular object to reveal the painting her surprised gasp was music to his ears.

“Tamara de Lempicka… ‘Andromeda’…”

There she was, all glorious naked flesh with firm small breasts and wide hips. Daughter of King Cepheus and Queen Cassiopeia, her hands shackled while she waited for the monster Cetus to devour her because her mother had been too proud of her daughter’s beauty. Looking at the young woman’s face, Marie wondered if she had already seen Perseus and knew she was safe, or perhaps she had accepted her fate.

“How did you know?” The moment the words left Marie’s mouth she realised how superfluous they were. Of course he knew, he always did. Since the very beginning, he had never once missed the direction of her stare and whatever she desired was hers—as long as he was able to obtain it by fair and legal means. Anything, or any man, because Trevor was both rich and generous beyond what anyone could hope or wish for, especially when it came to the woman he loved.

Trevor smiled the lopsided smile his face always showed when he was pleased that he once again had done something Marie really appreciated. He was irresistible when he did that and so she kissed him. He was tall, and though she wasn’t small for a woman, she still had to stand on her toes to reach his lips with hers. She liked the idea of being protected by someone so much stronger and at the same time having that big man weak at the knees simply because she existed.

“I don’t expect anything b…”

She knew what he wanted to say and why, but she kissed him again to silence the words. This was not about payment or a business deal where they both delivered the goods the other wanted. This was about love and honest attraction between husband and wife who never forgot to be lovers. No matter that they both wished it was different, money would forever remain both a blessing and heavy weight between them, and so he always made sure any gift was given from the heart and she in return never mistook it for anything else.

The truth was that his generosity excited Marie so much she started to feel a faint ache down low in the pit of her belly. The amount of money this must have cost didn’t matter, simply because he had too much of it for it to matter, but he knew her wishes and tried to fulfil them by every legal means available. In practice it meant he gave Callum the order to arrange an anonymous, unlimited bid at an arts auction, or contact the seller to see if anything could be arranged. During all of their years together, he had never once been mistaken about Marie’s specific desires.

“Give me your hand,” she half ordered and half begged. “Knowing that my man loves me this much makes me wet and horny and I want to get off now.”

She was so wet, so eager to feel his hand against her pussy, to share her lust with him. This was what he did to her, with his smile and his generosity that went way beyond the simple spending of an insane amount of money on her favourite hobby—collecting paintings.

He slowly pushed up the hem of her dress. “You want me to give you an orgasm, to let you come with my fingers?”

“Yes, please.” She was already sounding out of breath.

His right hand felt warm and a bit rough against her lips, slightly swollen with urgent want, exactly as she preferred it. In fact, the first orgasm he had given her was with his fingers while they leaned against the wall of some hotel room.

“So wet…” he breathed against her cheek. “So responsive…”

She tried to move against him, to manoeuvre his fingers inside her. “Fuck me, just fucking please fuck me.”

Trevor slid his middle finger and ring finger inside what she knew to be hot wetness. “Like this?”

As if he didn’t know after the countless times they’d had sex in every way they could imagine. The man even chuckled at his own silly old joke. But he didn’t forget to move in and out, in to the point where he pressed his hand against the opening to her vagina, out until he only left the very top of his fingers inside her… Over and over again at rapidly building speed.

“I need to come.”

He teased his thumb against her sensitive nub, rubbing it gently.

The pumping of his two fingers inside her in combination with the pressure of his thumb against her clit was too much and she leaned heavily on him, trusting his strength to keep her on her feet. Orgasm was no slow build-up this time, but a rapid series of explosions that almost surprised her.

When she caught her breath again, she lifted her head up to him and offered her lips for a kiss.

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About the Author

Becca Jameson lives in Atlanta, Georgia. When she isn’t writing, she can be found reading, editing, scrapbooking, running, swimming, biking, or taxiing kids. After enjoying several years on the editing side of the business, she decided to give writing a try. Now she can’t stop! And the voices in her head are clamouring to get out faster than she can get them onto ‘paper’. Becca writes both contemporary romance and paranormal, but there is no telling what she may come up with next.