Chapter 2
Chapter Two
IAN
The suit is hot in the sun, but I had to go by the office first. Jace was already here, getting everything ready. We’ve been planning for this for so long, and it’s finally happening.
“Sir, are we ready to cast off?” Captain Phil has worked for us for a long time. He’s good at keeping secrets.
“Yes, and see that the staff stays below deck.”
“Yes, sir,” he says, and then I notice him glance back at Marina. “She looks just like her.”
He’s referring to Marina’s mother, and he’s right. “My father’s obsession makes sense.”
“It’s good she’s joining the family.” He smiles slyly before climbing the stairs to the control tower.
When I walk over to where Jace is standing, I keep my eyes on Marina while he introduces us and tells her about the yacht. There’s a slight movement as we pull away from the dock, and her eyes widen.
“What was that?” She’s looking at the moving water, her eyes widening slightly.
“Is the champagne not to your liking?” I ask, and she blushes innocently.
“No, it’s perfect.”
I can tell from her answer that she’s not used to drinking. “Then you should finish it before we show you the rest of the yacht.”
“You wouldn’t want it to spill,” Jace tells her. “Or for it to accidentally break and leave broken glass everywhere.” He stares down at his bare feet, and she nods in agreement.
“Shoot, you’re right. I’m so sorry.”
She turns up the champagne flute and downs it quickly.
Jace and I share a look, and he is terrible at hiding his grin.
He’s like a puppy with a new toy and zero self-control.
I can already see the front of his swim trunks starting to tent because he’s getting hard.
I am too, but we can’t get too excited too fast. We have to wait for the drugs to kick in.
It’s not like we’re poisoning her or something crazy. We just wanted her to be able to relax while she’s with us. We knew she would be tense, and the spiked champagne was only to help her loosen up.
“We have swimsuits for you to choose from,” I tell her as I open the door to the living room and let her go in first. When Jace passes me, he reaches down and grabs his cock and adjusts himself.
“Is this part of the photoshoot?” Marina asks when we step inside.
“Of course,” Jace says as he goes over to the table and shows her all the different swimsuits she can choose from.
“Oh.” The sound of disappointment is clear as she looks at all the options. “Do you have anything in, um, a larger size?”
I cock my head to the side as I look her up and down. “If you’re worried about showing too much, don’t be. Your body is exactly what we’re looking for.” My mouth waters at the sight of her curves. “The smaller the better.”
She blushes again, and I see Jace biting his bottom lip. He’s so close to pouncing on her. I can’t say I wouldn’t be right behind him if he did.
“Where can I change?” She looks for a door, but there isn’t one.
“Right here is fine,” I tell her cooly, and she looks at me and then Jace. Then back at me again. “We’ll be waiting on the sun deck.”
“But—” Jace starts to protest, but I grab his arm and lead him out of the living room.
“We should have stayed in there,” he hisses when we’re outside.
“Five minutes," I tell him as I strip off my suit jacket and tie.
He starts pacing as I take off the rest of my clothes and then reach for the swim trunks I tossed on the couch earlier.
We’re so far away from land that it doesn’t matter if I undress out here on the sun deck.
The only person that can see this part of the yacht is Captain Phil, and I have no doubt he’s going to be watching closely.
He was best friends with our father and loved our step-mother almost as much as our father did.
Jace is a ball of energy while I sit down on the couch and try to stay calm.
Not only do we look identical, but our tastes run exactly the same.
We’ve been after Marina for so long, longer than we should have been.
I’ve been hard all day knowing what’s to come, and now that it’s here, I can feel the excitement radiating all over my body.
The anticipation is almost too much to control.
“Goodness,” Marina says as she almost stumbles out of the living room and onto the sun deck.
She chose the pink bikini. The triangles barely cover her nipples as her full tits hang out on the sides and underneath. The scrap of fabric covering her pussy is the size of a postage stamp, and my mouth fucking waters.
“I’ve got you,” Jace tells her as he hurries to her side and holds her arm. “Everything all right?”
I stay seated because if I go to her, I’m not sure I’ll be able to control myself. Instead, I let my eyes eat up all of her smooth, soft skin.
“I think it’s the water,” she says, giggling. “Or the champagne.”
“The ocean has a tendency to do that,” Jace says as he slides an arm around her waist.
Her hips are so thick the string on the bikini disappears on the side. My teeth ache to bite her there. She sees me watching her, and I notice her hands trying to cover her body. That won’t do.
“I’d like you to come model it for us,” I tell her, nodding to the place in front of me. “We need to see how the suit will fit based on movement.”
“Movement?”
She sounds confused as Jace leads her closer to me and then reluctantly releases her. He takes a seat on the couch, his hands going to his lap to cover his erection. Mine is already tucked under the waistband of my trunks, and the fat head is starting to poke out.
“Yes. These swimsuits need to be tested.”
“Sure, that makes sense.” She smiles at us shyly, still keeping her hands in front of her to hide her body.
“Hands above your head,” I order, and though she seems reluctant, she raises her hands. “Good girl.” She blushes at the praise, and Jace scoots forward in his seat like a hungry dog with a steak dangling in front of his face. “Now I want you to turn around and bend over.”
“W-what?” Her eyes widen as she looks between us.
“Is there a problem, Marina?” I wait for her to answer me, but she shakes her head. “This is an opportunity for you to make a lot of money. But if you want us to take you back—”
“No,” she says quickly, cutting me off. “No, not at all.” Her smile is brighter this time, and she seems willing to please. “I’m so happy to be here, Mr. Ian and Mr. Jace. I’ll do anything you want.”
“That’s good to hear,” I tell her and then nod for her to follow my order.
She sways only slightly as she turns to face away from us. Then I hold my breath as she bends over, sticking her ass out. The bikini bottoms are wedged between her ass cheeks, and I have to swallow to keep the drool from spilling out of my mouth.
“Fuck,” Jace whispers from beside me. “Come on, bro. I’m dying.”
I glance over at him and see he’s visibly shaking with need. I look back at Marina and grin.
“Did you hear that?” I ask him, and he grins back at me. “That was the sound of the dinner bell.”