4. WEST #2
“In time, baby. We aren't in any hurry. We're in this for the long haul, you know that. You don't have to justify yourself.” Beau steps in closer, trailing his fingertips across my chest in that casual, intimate way that always leaves me rattled. I swallow, trying not to think about how his simple touch has me on the brink of coming undone. I raise a challenging brow, and that gleam in his eye shows that he’s aware of just how dangerously close he’s walking to the edge.
He savors every bit of it.
Beau craves the consequence as eagerly as the prize.
I might be exposed right now, but they know the rules, and who sets them.
They know exactly who’s in charge here. Haze lingers at my side, while Beau continues to flirt with the edges of my restraint.
Tracing slow, lingering circles across my bare chest, before moving lower to the waistband of my shorts.
“Come on, old man. Stop holding back. We already know what you want. The guests are probably still settling into their cabins, so we have time to do nothing but each other,” Beau says slyly, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his full lips as he uses the words, old man to rile me up.
I’m forty-three, and while I might not be the oldest man on this fucking ship, Beau knows all the right ways to push my buttons.
He and Haze are in their late twenties, but with the way they tease me, you'd think they were ready to herd me off to pasture.
Slowly, I let my gaze drop from his eyes.
One blue, the other flecked with green and honey, then down to his mouth, lingering just long enough to make him squirm.
Then, when our eyes meet again, I catch the heat flickering across his expression, and my cock hardens in response.
Beau’s hands close around mine just as Haze’s shadow shifts at the edge of my sight, and they guide me back inside, warm, shirtless bodies pressing in close as the balcony slips behind us.
A king bed awaits us, romantically staged with petals and all that sort of shit and I bite back a laugh.
Not because I don’t appreciate the effort the cruise went to, I mean, it really is impressive, but because Haze is the least romantic of all of us, yet somehow the first to drop onto the mattress, eager for the version of us that only exists when the rest of the world is shut away.
The tension that had been suffocating the room cracks open completely, giving way to a current of charged, teasing heat and temptation held together only by a sliver of restraint.
My thighs brush against the bed as I gaze down at Haze, his eyes dark and filled with need.
I love that look. Haze is usually all work and no play.
I know this because I am his boss, and he is a total hard-ass most of the time.
Gives me a run for my money. But when we’re together like this.
He, Beau and I, he practically begs me for it, and it just might be my favorite thing.
Haze lets go of every ounce of control, surrendering to me so beautifully, so completely, that it always makes me weak in the knees.
The way they trust me. It’s intoxicating, and something I will never, ever take for granted.
I lean down slightly, letting my hand trail over Haze’s sculpted chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my fingers.
He shivers at my touch, barely noticeable, but I don’t miss how well his body responds to me.
His dark, green eyes are full of mischief, silently pleading with me as Beau settles beside him.
They turn to face each other, exchanging a look filled with passion, hunger, and impatience because patience has never been in their vocabulary when it comes to us.
Beau swallows, his jaw tightening as he lifts his hand to Haze’s cheek, his thumb brushing over his stubble with a reverence that only makes my chest tighten.
I watch as their bodies drift closer, caught between the sheer, desperate need for each other and self-control.
Their foreheads hover close, breaths mingling as their lips barely graze in a kiss.
The sight of it does something to me, but I know that’s the whole point.
They’re pulling me back into the here and now, anchoring me to this moment with them, reminding me that whatever comes next, I’m not facing it alone.
They’re mine.
When Beau’s tongue darts out to briefly tease against Haze’s, a low groan escapes me, and their lips tilt up at the corners.
Heat builds low in my stomach at their audacity, and my balls tighten as I watch their large, muscular bodies move together, breath by heavy breath, fully aware of the effect they have on me.
They’re holding back. Not because the want isn’t there, because their order hasn’t arrived yet.
They’re waiting for my permission like the good boys they are.
“Have you had your fun?” I murmur. Beau doesn’t even try to hide his excitement. His body gives him away. I let my gaze drop to the proof of what teasing me does to him, then back up to meet his salacious grin, pinning him with a look that says I mean business.
“You and I both know that the fun hasn’t even started yet…Daddy.”