Chapter 16
GABE
“Wha—This is yours?” she asks.
“This is ours,” he corrects, so gently.
The massive boat bobs gently in the water, tiny waves lapping at the sides. I throw an arm over Alex’s shoulder, reeling him in. Gosh, this feels like a dream come true. King isn’t the only one vibrating with excitement.
In scripty black letters across the pearlescent white paint are the words Our Wildfire.
“What do you think?” King asks, still nervous. “Will it do?”
She giggles, throwing her arms around his shoulders, sloshing wine everywhere. I love that you never can tell what’s going to come out of her mouth. It keeps us on our toes.
“More than. And you know it.”
“Good.” He picks her up, spinning her around. Her glass is completely empty now. What a waste.
Alex has been quiet, which isn’t unusual, but I check in anyway.
“You good?”
“Yeah.”
He’s watching King and Katherine as she pets the paint, tracing the boat’s name. “I’m happy for them.”
“I’m happy for us.”
He glances over at me, and fucking hell, I go all misty-eyed.
What is going on today? Alex cups my jaw, pulling me in for a kiss.
The first touch melts me. I brace my hands on his hips and kiss him back.
He’s got a hint of a beard that tickles my upper lip and sends spirals of need through my body.
I want to feel that roughness across my skin, teasing my thighs.
Pulling back, he tips his forehead against mine. A heartbeat passes, then another. “I’m happy for us too.”
How does he have such amazing eyelashes?
“You know, I wouldn’t change a thing,” I tell him. As much as I yearned for him a decade ago, this is exactly where we were meant to be and when we were supposed to get here.
“No?”
I shake my head, which really just rocks our foreheads back and forth. “No. This is exactly how we were supposed to end up. You were supposed to meet Katie Bird. She was meant to drive me to distraction. We were supposed to go to that Gala together and drop an obscene amount of money on her.”
“And then Kingston found his way to us,” he says.
“Yeah. And I had a bit of, you know, healing to do.”
“I think we all did.”
We pull apart, and he wraps an arm around my waist, holding me to his side as we watch our loves explore Our Wildfire.
“What do you want to do first?” King asks her. “Swimming?”
She pivots, leaning into him. Then she hands me her glass and slides her arms over King’s shoulders. Pressing up on her tiptoes, she whispers something in his ear that has him tensing more with every word.
He shoves his glass into Alex’s hands, bends at the waist and throws Katherine over his shoulder. With a whoop, he bounds up the stairs and disappears from view.
Alex chuckles, a soft, rich sound I don’t hear near enough of. “Guess that settles that.”
“Guess so.”
We follow them back up the stairs and into the cool salon. Blessedly, the crew has made themselves scarce, which I’m sure was King’s doing.
He and Katherine have already made their way deeper into the yacht, and I can hear her giggles rolling down the stairs. I only know where we’re going because of the floor plans King poured over.
At the top of the staircase, I turn toward the stern. The main bedroom is the full width of the back of the yacht, and he’s got some surprises waiting for everyone.
A long, carpeted hallway with soft lighting leads to a set of double doors. We pass a handful of rooms along the way. This thing really has everything. There’s an office with two desks. Plenty of guest suites. Rooms for the crew. A handful of VIP suites.
We find them naked on a giant bed, with room for all of us. Katherine’s on her back on the white covers, hair fanned out over King’s arm. They’re making out like they’ll never get enough of each other. And boy, do I know that feeling.
I set the drinks on the nightstand, kick off my loafers, and reach for the hem of my shirt. We’re not wasting a second ever again.
Next to me, Alex strips his shirt off, tossing it to the pile on the floor. God, he’s gorgeous. My tongue feels too thick for my mouth. He shoots me a sexy little smirk that’s new to our relationship, but I’ve come to realize means, like what you see?
And the answer is so fucking much.
That broad chest short-circuits my brain.
The moans coming from the bed are the perfect soundtrack for this moment. Lazy. Sensual.
Alex hooks a hand around my neck, pulling me closer. I cup his cheeks and lift my lips to his. He’s always down for a steamy make-out session, and I fucking love the way he uses his tongue. My cock stands at attention, weeping in no time flat.
He sucks on my tongue and drops his hands to my pants, popping the button, and then easing the zipper down. I whimper like the eager deviant I am. He slides the heel of his hand down the underside of my shaft, and I sever the kiss as I gasp for breath.
He’s still smirking like he conquered a new land but bends to shuck my slacks. I’m not prepared for the way he rakes his fingertips up my thighs on the return trip. My body snaps like a whip, and shivers race across my skin.
“Someone’s ticklish,” Alex murmurs.
“Oh yeah,” King chimes in.
We glance over to find him propped up against the plush headboard, skin shining like gold beneath the puck light in the ceiling.
Katherine leans back against his chest, one hand gliding up and down the inside of his calf.
I swear I feel a phantom touch up my leg.
She’s got hold of his other hand, pressing kisses up and down his forearm.
“Fuck—” The word escapes on a sigh. “You guys are perfection.”
Katherine beams.
“Alex, check out the top drawer of the dresser over there.” He nods to the gleaming built-in beneath the window. Every wooden surface in this space is polished enough to see your reflection.
Alex takes two steps away from me and reaches for the knob. A fleet of sex toys lay in a nest of velvet. He hums his approval, hand hovering over the collection.
I join him, marveling that King thought of everything in such a short span of time. But then, I’m starting to wonder if he hasn’t been dreaming up this yacht for years. I grab a large unicorn horn vibrator and hold it up for them to see.
The silicone is slightly translucent, with a gradient of teal, purple, and pink, hints of sparkle embedded throughout.
I twist the dial on the bottom, and the thing almost buzzes right out of my hand.
Katherine’s smile disappears as she bites her lower lip.
King thumbs her nipple, distracting and teasing her.
Her color’s high and her breathing a bit shallow.
“That one’s guaranteed to make her fly,” he says.
I change the settings, and the blunt tip starts thrashing around in a shallow circle. Yep. This’ll do nicely.
Turning the vibe off, I shed my boxer briefs and advance toward the bed.
King hooks his feet beneath her calves and spreads her legs. She takes a startled inhale, and I chuckle softly. “Thanks for the assist.”
“Anytime.”
Kneeling on the bed, I crawl toward my lovers, sliding a hand up Katherine’s leg. Thank goodness the air conditioner is going full tilt because I plan to get real sweaty tonight.
“I know the chef’s making us dinner, but I need an appetizer,” I say, settling between her thighs. She tilts her hips, needy.
Alex’s dark chuckle comes from the space next to us on the bed. He’s fully undressed now, stretched out like a big, black jungle cat, hand working his dick in a slow, smooth rhythm.
I can’t focus on two meals at once, so I lean in, inhaling Katherine’s dreamy scent. She fills my lungs and my soul. My mouth waters at the thought of a taste.
We both moan at the first touch of my tongue to her slit.
“Feel good, babe?”
Oh boy. King’s going to narrate, and we all secretly love that dirty mouth of his.
She gives a breathy little “mhmm.”
“I bet you’re so wet for him.” He’s playing with both her breasts now, and her chest rises and falls beneath his hands.
“Soaked,” I confirm.
“I need a taste,” he says.
Rather than offer him a finger, I seal my mouth over her juicy little cunt and spear her with my tongue until she squirms. Only when she’s calling my name and shoving a hand in my hair do I push away from her.
Lips glistening with her juices, I brace a hand against the headboard and slant my lips against King’s.
They both wrap their arms around me, fingertips gliding up and down my sides. Katherine licks a path up my chest to my collarbone while King sucks on my tongue, and my cock leaps, eager to join the party.
Down boy.
We want to last.
King and I groan together, sharing her sweet tang. It’s so easy to lose my head with them. The way they touch me, so open and carefree. It’s better than any sex I’ve ever had because there’s complete trust between the four of us. An intimacy that’s off the charts.
When I pull back, I immediately look over at Alex. He’s watching us with keen interest, still stroking that magnificent cock.
First things first.
I grab the toy and tease it between her lips. “Ready for this, baby? Want to stretch you out nice and good today.”
“Please—”
“When you ask so nicely…” I give her another tongue thrashing, then ease back, kissing my way along the inside of her thigh.
Only when I’ve made her wait long enough, made us all wait long enough, do I tease the pink tip along her slit. She spreads her legs wider and tilts her pelvis, practically begging for the toy.
I nip her thigh and shuttle the toy in and out. Just tiny little bits, meant to tease.
The problem with teasing her is that I’m teasing the three of us, too. We’re all glued to the view. King, no doubt, sees those delicious mounds quivering. And Alex and I, well, we’re watching her pussy flutter open for the vibrator.
Finally, when it’s all the way in and her hips are rotating in perfect circles as she bears down, I turn on the vibe. She tosses her head back against King’s shoulder.
“You’re the prettiest picture I’ve ever seen,” I tell her, then lean back in for another taste.
She sinks her fingers in my hair again, tugging me tighter to her clit. Little prickles of pain shower me, driving me toward my own orgasm. I can’t help but thrust against the soft linens. She’s that fucking good.
“Don’t let her come,” Alex says.
I lift my head, heart pounding triple time in my chest at the reminder. He coasts a hand over my shoulder, drawing my attention. We want her soaked, supple, and ready to take both of us together. Orgasms will only make her pussy tighter and more sensitive.
Fuck, I love knowing that about her.
Katherine whines in protest, but King’s right there, taking over for me as I move over to Alex.
He rolls onto his back, hand clasping the back of my neck as our lips meet.
He groans as I tease my tongue past his lips.
My face is messy with Katherine’s juices, and I know he likes it.
The man could dine between her thighs for hours.
Our cocks are trapped between us, hard, hot, ready. So fucking ready. I’m leaking precum like it’s my job, and I’m pretty sure I might pass out from how turned on I am.
Like, I legit might need to take a lap and get some oxygen into my lungs.
But the thought fizzles as he thrusts against me.
“Please—” I murmur against his lips.
He knows exactly what I want.
My lips all over him, those abs quivering beneath me, his cum filling my mouth.
“I don’t get to come, either,” he declares, voice thick.
I smirk as I make my way down his gorgeous body. Every inch I kiss rings bells in my head. It’s not even conscious thought so much as endless admiration. I lick a path straight to his naval and then kiss my way down his cock.
He spreads his thighs, making room for me and puts one hand behind his head so he can watch. The sight of that massive bicep curled next to his handsome face nearly sends me over the edge.
Fuck, the man’s muscles have muscles.
I squeeze my eyes shut. I’ve got a job to do: Tease him until he throws me off.