The Companion Love Trap: A Fake Dating Vacation Rom-Com

Chapter 18

Initially,when Jace told me I’d have some free time to myself, I was excited about the chance to do whatever I wanted. Thoughts of swimming, dancing, and meeting new people had played across my mind. In reality, I missed the three men who’d burrowed their way into my heart.

“Stupid feelings,” I grumbled as I moseyed down the deck, hoping to find something to do. I didn’t do well with boredom.

Jace had stayed at the port yesterday for a photo shoot and would be meeting us tonight at the next one.

Kieran was busy finalizing his big presentation and demonstration for tomorrow, his last big push for the investors. He’d taken over a conference room, and the last time I’d checked on him, his hair was standing on end, and he was muttering to himself. I’d given him a blow job, which seemed to help calm him, but eventually, he asked me to leave, stating I was too distracting.

And I hadn’t been able to find Cruz since lunch. He’d been quiet today, a side of him I wasn’t used to, and it was weirding me out. We hadn’t spent much time together since the first night, and I missed him.

Not that I’d tell him that. Eww. Feelings. Shudder.

“Excuse me, miss,” a voice said, interrupting my mindless wander.

“Yes?” I asked, spinning. The cute sundress I wore flew out around me, and I smiled as I set my eyes on three women.

“Could you take our picture for us?” the one in the middle asked.

“Absolutely.” I grinned and skipped over, taking the camera from the sweet lady.

“So, what brings you three on a cruise?” I asked as I lifted the small camera. They awkwardly posed, and I bit my lip, wishing Jace was here. But he’d taught me a few things, so maybe I could share that with them.

“Oh, we’re lifelong friends,” the one at the end said. “We always said we’d take a trip together, and we’re finally making that happen.” She smiled warmly at the other two.

“That’s beautiful. I wish I had a friend I felt that close to.” I tilted the camera but decided to give up and adjust them. “Do you mind if I help you pose? A guy I’m dating is a photographer, and he taught me a few tricks.” I pressed my lips together, hoping they wouldn’t be offended.

“Please. That would be lovely, dear.”

“I’m Everly, by the way.”

Smiling, I walked over and moved them to different positions, showing them all how to turn and pose. I fixed their hair and clothes until they looked perfect. They introduced themselves as Mildred, Beth, and Diane and told me about how they met.

“Okay, time to show me those pearly whites, ladies!” I lifted the camera and captured them as they smiled at me, their friendship shining through. I took a few more, suggesting they sit in one and look out over the water in another.

“Do you have any big plans for the last few days?” I asked as I handed the camera back.

“We’re looking forward to the dance tomorrow and shopping at the last port,” Mildred, the quieter of the three, said.

“Yes, we all got new gowns to wear, and hopefully, a gentleman will ask us to dance. It’s been so long since I’ve danced,” Beth sighed wistfully.

“And by a long time, she means a day,” Diane scoffed, rolling her eyes at her friend. Beth shrugged her shoulders, not ashamed of her game.

“I dig it.” I giggled with them before saying bye and continuing on my walk. I felt a little better now that I’d gotten to do something. My whole life had been spent preparing to be the next great violinist and bringing pride and prestige to my family. Every moment of my life had been orchestrated to fine-tune me into the perfect little girl my mom wanted.

It seemed I didn’t even know how to take a vacation now if every second of my life wasn’t ambition driven. And while I didn’t get my worth through my job, I couldn’t deny that some part of me thrived more when I had a purpose.

“Fancy meeting you here,” a sexy Brazilian voice said to my right. My eyes landed on his dark brown ones, the color warming me like my favorite hot chocolate.

“What’s cookin’, good lookin’?” I asked, grinning.

I didn’t even have to think as my steps turned toward him, my body always knowing the route to Cruz. I gazed over him as I neared. Buns sat on the end of a round bed, her tail wagging at the sight of me. Cruz had a canvas bag next to him, a ball of yellow yarn, and knitting needles in his lap. I stopped, quirking my eyebrow up at the odd sight.

“You knit?”

“Yep.” He smirked, not stopping as he weaved them around the brightly colored yarn. “Care to join me, Meu Tudo?” He motioned with his needles to the empty spot next to him.

“I’m not interrupting your knitting time? Are the rest of the grandmas coming by?” I joked as I knee-walked closer to him.

“Nope, and just me.”

“I’m just teasing you. It’s cool that you knit. I never would’ve thought that about you.”

“You think things about me, Meu Tudo?” he asked, his voice almost a purr.

I leaned back against the pillow, keeping my legs bent at the knees. Buns moved closer to get pets, and I stroked her head as I thought about my answer.

“I do. I don’t always like to admit it, but I do.” Turning my head to him, and watching as he digested my words. His throat bobbed, his eyes fixed firmly on the task in his hand. But I caught the corner of his mouth that tilted up.

“I’m glad. Because I constantly think of you, Meu Tudo.”

“How have you not gotten bored of me?” I asked in a rare show of vulnerability.

“What’s to get bored of? You’re the most fascinating creature that I’ve ever encountered, and I still have so many things to learn about you, baby.”

“Your undying faith in me is a little intimidating,” I admitted. “I worry I won’t measure up to your version of me in your head.”

“Nonsense. You’re every bit and more because you’re the real thing, not something I created.”

“I hope so.”

“Shh, Meu Tudo. Rest your mind. Quit trying to overthink everything and be in the moment here with me. I got you.”

I sucked in a breath. The comfort in those three words was mind-blowing. Laying my head on the pillow above his shoulder, I watched him work, relaxing into the rhythm and methodical movements. At some point, I drifted off to sleep as my body fully relaxed, letting go of the need to do something and just be.

Another night of only sleeping, making four out of five nights without any hot vacation sex. I’d be worried my pussy was broken, but I was such a hot and horny mess that the slightest pressure had my clit throbbing with need. What made it worse was not even having time to take care of myself.

This had to end. I was this close to requesting a refund. Or killing someone. It was a toss-up at this point.

“I’m not trying to sound like a horny bitch, but if I don’t get some cock today, I’m liable to murder someone. And none of you are exempt.”

The three guys who’d been ducking my attempts while edging me smirked, glancing back and forth between one another. I didn’t know if it had started as a conjoined effort, but it was now.

The worst part was I didn’t find any of the other available men attractive anymore to even wave my ‘open for business’ sign around. My hoochie had claimed these three, and now no other dicks could visit. It was cruel and unusual punishment coming from my own vagina.

“The agenda is pretty full today, Firecracker,” Jace said, giving me a mock frown. “There’s the morning mimosas, another presentation, the pool party, and then the formal dinner with dancing.”

I lifted my croissant and pointed it as I glared, conveying with my eyes what I thought about this “full” schedule.

They chuckled, apparently not worried about me making a scene. We’d decided to have breakfast on our balcony this morning, giving us a little privacy. But I was to the point where scaling the side of the ship naked sounded like a solid plan if it got someone to insert their P into my V… or A. I’d really take anything at this point.

“I love that you’re all bonding and whatnot. But don’t think you can cut out the pussy without consequences. You convinced me to give this relationship a try, and I am. But I’ll be honest… I thought it would have more sex involved. If this is what relationships are about, I’m going back to causally fucking. Because I’m not cut out for once-a-month sex. I’ll die.” I dramatically sighed, pressing my hands into the table as I pretended to wither away.

“Hmm, what do you think, guys? Should we skip the mimosas and drink our girlfriend’s juice instead?” Cruz asked.

I crinkled my nose. “I’m all for what you’re implying but don’t say juice. In fact, don’t say nectar or love button either. It’s cum and a clit. If you can’t say it, you don’t need to be touching it.” Jace snorted before tossing his napkin on the table and crawling under the tablecloth, hidden from view. “Such a trash panda always dropping things,” I sighed seconds before I squealed.

Cruz reached over and covered my mouth with his hand as Jace pulled my sleep shorts and panties off from under the table.

“If you want Meu Dengo to continue, then you’ll have to be quiet, Meu Tudo.”

I nodded and slid back in the chair, my hands bracing against the armrest. I glanced at Kieran and saw how turned on he was. Outside of our time in the cove, and the nightly kissing and cuddling sessions that were pure torture, we hadn’t crossed any other bases.

My current state proved how revved up I’d become, but I wouldn’t rush things with Kieran. I hungrily watched as he licked his lips, his eyes scanning every inch of me as I squirmed. One of his hands dropped below the table, and he moved his arm up, the muscles tightening from what I assumed was a dick squeeze. Fuck, that was hot. He was already hard just from the idea.

I’d been so focused on Kieran that I hadn’t paid attention to Jace. When his tongue hit my clit, I jerked, my head falling back and resting against the edge of the chair. Cruz’s hand stayed over my mouth, his other hand moving to my breasts as he edged his chair closer and blocked me from view. There wasn’t anyone else out on the balconies, but it didn’t mean they couldn’t look out their windows.

That knowledge made me wetter as I thought of someone watching us. My eyes snapped back over to Kieran, his fair skin pink as heat crawled up his neck.

“Come here,” I said, my voice already breathy.

Kieran hesitated but moved his chair closer. I moved my hand up and down his leg, barely grazing him as Jace doubled down on my pussy, plunging his fingers into me as he sucked my clit. With the added touch of Cruz’s fingers on my nipples, I was so close to falling over.

“I want to touch you,” I told Kieran.

“You do?” he asked like he was shocked I still wanted him.

Oh, sweet man. Nodding, I licked my lips.

“So much.”

Kieran unzipped his pants, and Cruz moved closer to whisper in my ear.

“Show him how good you can make him feel, baby.”

I nodded, wrapping my hand around his length. Jace had me trembling as I tried to focus, squeezing Kieran as my body neared my orgasm.

“Stroke him well, Meu Tudo. Reward our shy boy.”

Something about Cruz calling Kieran ours did it for me: I increased my pace as I held my orgasm back, my body yelling at me for finally getting what it wanted. I rolled my thumb over Kieran’s tip, his pre-cum coating it. I wanted to lick it off, but I wasn’t that flexible, so I’d have to do that another time. Jace’s hand reached up and cupped his balls, and that was all it took for him.

“Shit,” Kieran cussed. “I’m coming, Mo Chuisle.”

“Fuck,” I moaned as his cum hit my hand, my own release free now that I wasn’t holding it back. My legs shook as my walls clenched, my body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over me. Cruz kept his hand on me, muffling my cries as I came apart on the balcony. I looked down at Jace’s smug face, covered in cum.

“Breakfast should always come with a side of that.” I giggled, the endorphins making me giddy.

“Since you wanted to come so bad, Firecracker, I think it’s time you wear the panties Cruz has again,” Jace challenged as he licked his fingers.

“Panties?” Kieran asked, in no rush to clean up his own mess as he sat there with his dick out and his release on his stomach. Jace zoned in on it, and I stared as he moved over and licked up Kieran’s abs, making his eyes fall back and his dick twitch again at his friend’s touch.

“How important is that presentation?” I asked breathlessly, thoughts of how I really wanted to spend the day filling my head.

In bed. Over the chair. Spread open.

“Very,” Jace answered, licking his lips. “But I think you’ll enjoy it.”

He winked and stood, his erection straining his pants as he entered the room. Cruz’s hungry gaze tracked him, and I leaned over and kissed him. It was slow and sloppy, our tongues twirling with one another. But each time I kissed him, it opened my heart a little more.

“Whenever that happens, I can’t wait to watch it,” I whispered as I pulled back and slipped my shorts back on. Cruz smirked, but I could see the desire clearly written. He took Buns across the hall to change while the rest of us got ready for the day. I slipped on the black panties as directed, excitement coursing through me at what this day might hold.

Orgasms. I hoped it was lots and lots of orgasms.