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Invite!
Safe?
How safe was Lachlan really? Sailing for the first time in his life on a cruise ship. In the middle of the ocean. The bucket hat from his welcome bag shielding the sunlight from his eyes as he sat between two lovers debating dinner plans.
Dinner plans that involved him.
And where was his mind? Not on dinner. All he could think about was being sandwiched between the pair in bed. Champagne’s athletic build and the strong scent of vanilla moisturizer wafting off her hands as she spoke. Jorge’s broad frame soaked in the scent of bourbon and leather. Those large hands held onto him like shackles while Champagne used her gorgeous mouth to undo Lachlan.
The hat wasn’t working, he decided. The brain underneath it had already rotted.
Actually, he quite liked it. The hat. Tan with a boat logo with the cheesy slogan “RNJ Cruises. Whatever floats your boat.“
He didn’t need it, now that the sun had gone down, but it felt like another layer of armor he clung to.
Armor he wore as the pair spent yesterday with him. They explored a few overpriced, rich-people shops, entered a raffle for some twisted cat on the moon sculpture his ma would gush over, and played cards on the deck while they ate cakes from the twenty-four-seven dessert bar.
He had a blast. The subtle touches and constant knowledge that their eyes sought him out fondly gave him a thrill.
Then they had drinks and said their goodbyes. All the lingering contact and unsettled tension in the air clung to him like a thick paste he couldn’t wipe off. It drove him to want, his hands working to relieve his desire in the shower before anyone caught him. Before he stepped out that door and chased the sexy duo down, begging on his knees.
His mind remained planted firmly in the gutter even as he sat here listening to their chatter. No matter how much he needed to shake the thoughts, he couldn’t.
“I want to take Lach to the spa. You can hit the gym and work on that perfect body while we get pampered. Then we can meet at the library after,“
Champagne said, tucking back a stray hair from Lachlan’s face.
The intensity in her gaze made his belly swoop.
Jorge, the immovable mountain in skin, leaned back in his chair and spread his legs. Those monster thighs looked delicious, solid as rock. Lach wanted to tuck his fingers under the fabric of his shorts and pull that sword free from straining against the distressed fabric. He’d swallow it whole.
“Lach looks like he’d enjoy the gym,“
Jorge said with a glint of mischief in his eyes. “He seems to appreciate muscle.”
Lachlan had to swallow when the man moved his leg intentionally, spreading wider and flexing.
“Oh. For the love of—“
Before Champagne could finish her exasperated huff, Lach cleared his throat and clapped his hands on his knees. “I do enjoy the gym,“
he shot out, swallowing hard. “How about we go to the gym first. Then the spa. After we can go— wait. It’s almost dinner time…”
Both Jorge and Champagne laughed. Their laughter soothed the rough edges around Lachlan’s frazzled soul, confused and embarrassed about his own musings.
Jorge’s laugh was all chest and belly, deep and echoing around them. Champagne carried a lightness very much opposing her bold nature and tinkling like her brilliant jewelry.
“We decided on dinner already,“
Jorge said. He stretched his back and leaned forward, elbow on his knees. “Did we lose you somewhere?”
“Yah. In your shorts.“
Champagne snorted.
Heat flooded Lachlan’s face and he forced himself to look up at the ceiling. “Wh-What? I- I wasn’t… I was… I mean…”
“Come on, Cutey. Focus on plans for tomorrow first, then we can drool over extracurricular activities.“
Champagne leaned in, her lips brushing over Lach’s ear. “Like laying you out and seeing if you can take both of us.”
She kissed his cheek but Lach had already melted into a puddle. Embarrassed. Heart pounding. Greedy with an unusual need. Eyes out of focus. He’d been caught thinking naughty thoughts.
But the two seemed to enjoy that knowledge.
“Me tieno abombao, Querida! Let the man breathe.”
Champagne looked at Jorge through her lashes and raised a brow but she relented. Leaning back, the warmth of her body left Lach, soon replaced by the heat of a large hand on his knee that squeezed gently.
“You had a plan for tomorrow?“
His subtle smile crashed into Lach, like waves against the ship, and his inner turmoil quieted.
“Right. Gym first. Spa second. That should only take a few hours. We can go back to our rooms, clean up, and still make it in time for the dinner show. It’s a short play by a theatre group having a convention on the ship. The tickets benefit a charity for kids who need after school recreation programs, which is a huge deal.”
Lach froze when Jorge glanced up at Champagne. Then those honey-colored eyes were back on him, dancing. “You more interested in the show or the charity?”
Feeling raw, Lach lowered his gaze. “Both. My ma was a single parent. I get the struggle but… I also love stage musicals. W-Why?“
His shoulders slouched, face blistering with heat. Little moments, when he got too excited or too comfortable, were moments he made a fool of himself. Like now. “Sorry… I should have asked if you wanted to go to the dinner show…”
“No! Nope. Not doing this,“
Champagne exclaimed, her glitzy hands grabbing Lachlan’s face and forcing him to look at her. “We are going to the dinner show, as long as you can walk after the shower.”
Lach had to swallow, a mix of heat and nerves clogging his throat.
“Jorge was asking because we’re trying to get to know you, Lach. Not just to fuck you— though I’m thinking on that a lot, too.“
She smiled at him, her thumbs rubbing the peaks of his cheeks. “Is it a good charitable heart, a little nerdy interest in musicals, or a mixture of both that got you to light up like the sun? We want to know what brings that joy to the quiet and reserved you.”
“You even knew the theatre group had a convention on the boat,“
Jorge added, his knuckles grazing down Lach’s temple. “I had no idea. I don’t notice much beyond us right now.”
Head held tight, he dropped his eyes again, pouting a little at how squished his face felt in Champagne’s hands, yet loving the touch more than he should. Her palms were cool and her skin smelled of vanilla and lavender, quickly becoming familiar and comforting.
“I met one of the actors at the buffet the first day. Shawna refused to leave the room so I went for snacks. Had to smuggle cookies in my pocket and he started cackling so hard half the room turned to look at us.”
“Lord, you’re adorable.“
Champagne hummed, biting her plump lower lip. “I want to kiss you. Really kiss you, Lach. Can I?”
He barely nodded and Champagne pounced. The kiss didn’t start small but it stayed slow. She pressed their lips together and opened her mouth, guiding Lach’s face up with her hands and diving in with her tongue. In less than the time it took to fill his lungs with air, Champagne had her tongue in his mouth, tickling his tonsils with a sexy moan. Lach grabbed her wrists for support, struggling to keep up with her pace and loving every second.
Over too soon, Champagne pulled away and licked her lips. “Hell, I really want to bend you over this chair and fuck you silly.”
Lach smiled. Ridiculous. Goofy. A little whine of want escaping him.
“And,“
Jorge interjected. “I’d love to see that. In our room. After dinner. But first…”
Champagne moved back, her hands slipping from Lachlan’s face. He didn’t get a chance to miss the touch as it was replaced with the scorching heat of Jorge’s hands. He held Lach’s face and studied his eyes, the silent question of consent a tingle that swam through Lachlan’s veins. Like with Champagne, he’d barely got off a nod before that man’s scruffy mouth took his.
This kiss carried weight. Hunger. Jorge kissed like he needed Lach’s breath and tongue or he’d perish. Rather than pushing into him, he pulled Lachlan close, begging to be touched.
“Who needs dinner,“
Lachlan whispered as their lips parted, his body leaning back in. His stomach betrayed him in an instant, all the heat vanishing from Jorge’s face as the man began to laugh with his belly.
“Lachlan needs dinner.“
Champagne smiled with a sigh. “I suppose we all do. One needs energy to fuck a man until he’s out of breath… I really hope you brought your cock with you, handsome.”