Chapter 10 Georgia
Georgia
“Look, there’s the North Star,” Emmett holds my waist carefully as we stand on the helm of the boat.
My thighs clench with excitement as his hand dips slightly lower, his fingers slipping beneath the waistline of my shorts. “Emmett,” I breathe out, peering up at him with a warning. “Someone could see…”
He smirks down at me. “So? I don’t care who sees me with my hands on you.”
I let out a light laugh, but my stomach does a flip-flop. I think Emmett knows what happened between Brody and me, but honestly… I’m not sure.
“There’s the Little Dipper,” Emmett points to one of my favorite constellations. “You can use that to navigate. I just find it a little hard to do that out on open seas. I prefer technology.”
“I think I would, too,” I laugh, and find myself leaning into his chest as we stand there, the ocean breeze whipping through my hair. I tug my cardigan around me a little tighter and shiver from the cool wind.
He rubs my bicep with his big hand in an attempt to warm me up. “You’re too sweet for your own good,” he murmurs into the top of my head, planting a soft kiss. The way he feels against me has my mind flashing back to last night, and the way we spent it twisted up together.
And unlike Brody, he was only warmer to me this morning.
However, I still haven’t been able to let go of Miles’ warning. Maybe I should be careful. The last thing I need is more heartbreak in my life. I’ve had enough of that dealing with Brody being so fucking cold to me.
“Maybe when we get back, we could fly to Paris for a weekend?” Emmett’s question catches me off guard. “We could go see that little place I showed you.”
“Really?” I can’t hide my surprise. “You’d actually want to do that after all this is over?”
He gives me an incredulous look. “Why wouldn’t I? I think we could have a lot of fun traveling, and I’m at the point where I can take a lot of time off from work…”
“Can you now?” A deep voice cuts into our conversation, and I move sideways, nearly losing my balance. “Last I checked, you still had a pretty full schedule.”
Emmett steadies me and turns to face Brody, whose eyes are alight with something dark and intimidating. “What the hell is up with you?”
I swallow hard, already knowing what’s about to happen, though I don’t understand it at all. What does it matter? Brody wants nothing to do with me.
“Why are you touching her like that?” Brody’s voice stays low, sharp, and absolutely icy as he takes a step toward us. “You guys seem awfully close out here talking about stars and Paris.”
I reach for Emmett’s arm, my heart jumping to my throat. “It’s… It’s not…”
“It is what it looks like,” Emmett shoots back. “You got a problem with that, Mr. Captain? Because last I checked, you were busy being a dick to Georgia. She needs an ally on this damn boat.”
“Or maybe just another dick to ride?” Brody’s crass remark has Emmett bristling, and I feel his muscles tense under my grip.
He turns to me. “I think you should go inside. Let me talk this out with Brody. Go take a shower and get some rest. I’ll come see you later.”
I hesitate to leave. This is all my fault.
“Go,” Brody barks at me, his voice jarring me all over again.
“You need to calm the fuck down,” Emmett seethes. “Don’t talk to her like that, just because you’re jealous.”
I expect Brody to throw a punch, but instead, he just shakes his head. Emmett meets my gaze and nods back toward the cabin. As much as I want to disobey and see what’s about to happen, I listen to him and slip back inside.
But still, I can’t ignore the embarrassment pulsing in my chest.
Miles was totally right. I have no idea what I’m getting myself into. I nearly sprint through the main lounge area, taking off toward the stairwell. My feet pound against the metal, and I don’t stop until I’m on the bottom floor. I race to my room, shutting and locking the door.
Everything is going to be fine. What’s the worst thing that could happen?
A fist fight. A ruined friendship. A fucking murder.
My heart races in my chest, and the guilt feels suffocating as I begin to pace my room. This is not good. In fact, this is the absolute worst-case scenario.
This is a nightmare.
I rush to my phone on my bed and sweep it up, navigating to Daisy’s number. I hit the call button and put it up to my ear, listening to it ring over and over.
And then go to voicemail.
Oh my god, please answer. Please.
But she doesn’t. I try two more times to no avail, and then toss the phone back on my bed. Running my hands through my hair, I go back to pacing, wondering what the hell I should do.
Jump overboard.
I laugh aloud at that one, even if it is a little tempting in its own way. As I pause my pacing, my ears catch the sound of voices above me in the main cabin.
“What the hell were you thinking sleeping with her?” I hear Brody explode. “You didn’t even talk to me about it?”
Whoa… I freeze, tuning into the conversation.
“Why should I have to ask your permission to fuck someone you act like is the bane of your existence? That’s fucking ridiculous, Brody. You’re acting like a pissed-off teenager. I didn’t steal your girlfriend.”
“No, but I slept with her first.”
“And I slept with her second,” he jokes, laughing. “We don’t have to be mortal enemies because of it. Hell, we can share her if you want her that bad. You’re my best friend. I won’t tell you no.”
I clap my hand over my mouth. Share me? What the fuck does that even mean?
“You know it would be hot,” Emmett continues, and I hear heavy footsteps of Brody overhead. “She’s a good fuck.”
That’s all I am? A good fuck?
“You’re insane,” Brody’s voice intensifies. “Why the hell would we ever do that? She’s not just some toy for us to enjoy. She’s too sweet to be used like that.”
I find myself siding with Brody, angry that it would even come up for me to be shared between the two men. And what does that even mean? They both fuck me at the same time?
“Gross,” I mumble, except my body betrays me, pulling up the thought of Brody beneath me, and Emmett at my face, his cock pressing into my mouth.
And my pussy aches.
Stop, Georgia. That’s so fucked up. You can’t do that.
I try to distract myself by listening to the men’s conversations, but the harder I strain, the less I hear. In fact, I have no idea how the conversation even ended. I have no idea what they decided at all.
Oh my god. What are they going to do with me?
I push the thought away, trying to calm my racing heart and clenching thighs by stripping down to take a shower. I spent most of the day on the main deck with Emmett, completely trying to forget about Brody. But now that I know how bad he wants me? And how he got jealous?
I almost forgive him for being a dick.
That’s so toxic, I chide myself, and then step into the bathroom. I turn the water on as warm as it will go.
While I wait, my mind runs back to Emmett last night, and the way he dragged my pussy up and down his shaft. It felt so fucking good. I let myself get lost in the memory, but as soon as I do…
My mind puts Brody behind me, reaching around and squeezing my nipples between his fingers.
“Do you like that, little peach?” I hear Emmett’s voice in my head, and my throat goes dry. “Do you like the way he touches you?”
My hand slips down my stomach and between my legs, feeling the moisture growing there. “Yes,” I find myself breathing out. “I do like the way he touches me.” I squeeze my eyes shut as I lean against the bathroom counter, finally giving into the fantasy.
“Where do you want my cock, baby?” Brody leans in from behind me, whispering in my ear. “Can I have that tight little ass?”
I nod, grinding my pussy up and down Emmett’s cock. “Just go slow.”
“You know I won’t hurt you,” Brody brushes my hair from my neck, his lips pressing against the skin there. He gently pushes me forward, my hands bracing on the headboard. “Just like that, baby. Just like that.”
“You can take him,” Emmett groans, thrusting into me, burying himself. “I want you to take him like a good girl.”
I whimper in response, doing my best to relax despite the anticipation building in my entire body. “I’ll try.”
“You can take me,” Brody rasps from behind me, and I feel his finger brush against my ass. “Look how pretty you are, baby.”
I moan in response to his finger pressing into me, stretching me to get ready for him. It’s intense, the feeling of Emmett deep inside of my pussy and Brody pressing into my ass.
“You’re such a good girl,” Emmett encourages me, lifting his head and sucking my nipple into his mouth. It sends a fresh wave of arousal through my body, and I cling to the pleasure as Brody shifts to two fingers.
“I need to come already,” I whine, white-knuckling the headboard as the arousal starts to become almost impossible not to chase. I squirm against the two men, desperate for release.
“Not yet,” Brody commands from behind me. “I want to feel that tight ass of yours before you come.”
“I can’t last,” I cry out as he stretches me wider. I furiously buck my hips back, desperate to take as much of them both as I can. I need them.
I need both of them right now.
“Oh my god,” I cry out as Brody retreats, and then replaces his fingers with something much larger, and exactly what I need.
I explode then, the orgasm ripping through my body in one powerful wave.
I lean against the counter, as my knees grow weak, and nearly collapse to the floor.
I do my best to steady myself as I come down from the high, my head spinning with the fantasy I just had.
I’ve never entertained the idea of two men—and definitely not two of my father’s friends.
What is wrong with me? I stare down at my hand, covered in the evidence of how bad I want Emmett and Brody. I reach into the shower and let the scalding water rinse it away.
Something is wrong with me. Something is totally messed up in my head.
Maybe this is what happens when you’re stuck on a boat with a bunch of attractive men. Maybe that is all this is.
But as I adjust the water and step into the shower, a burst of nervous energy floods my body. I’m pretty sure no matter how hard I scrub…
I’m not going to wash this fantasy out of my head.