Chapter 5

Five

TIANA

" S pread," ordered Grant. He knelt in front of me, his jaw tense.

My legs spread open on the bed. As if there was an invisible force separating them against my will.

"Is this good?" I asked.

"Good girl," said Grant. "Men, come and take a peek at our omega."

Three men I had never seen before walked into the bedroom, their eyes glued to my sex. I writhed under their gazes, immensely turned on.

"Her pussy is dripping," said the man with a ponytail.

"Please touch me," I begged, spreading my legs wider, my breathing quickening and my pulse pounding.

Suddenly, I woke up with a gasp.

I sat up on the couch, my hand clutching my chest in shock. My panties were damp as hell. What the hell was that dream about? Why was I dreaming of having sex? I just met the cop last night, and I was having such explicit dreams.

"What's wrong?" asked Lori carrying a bowl of frosted flakes and making her way over to the couch. I was at Lori's apartment after taking a taxi to her house last night and being fed up with my parents.

I still didn't believe what my parents said and didn't want to think about what they said. There was no way in hell I was going to take the pills again. They were delusional and needed to be checked. They'd fill me up with drugs and more shit I didn't need. I looked at my phone, seeing a bunch of missed calls from Mom.

I did a little research on the Internet about alphas, and it sent me into a rabbit hole of knotting and how they liked to dominate their omega. So I slept aroused as hell.

It was going to be hard to trust them again.

"I had the most stupid nightmare," I sighed, stretching. My heart was still racing from the naughty dream, but I was starting to calm down a little.

"Share the dream," she said, eating her cereal and watching me with concern in her wide eyes like nothing had happened with her car last night.

"I dreamt I was about to have sex with four guys. Like all at once," I said.

Saying it out loud made it sound so ridiculous.

"Whoa, girl, it looks like someone is sex-starved ‘round here," laughed Lori, droplets of milk flying from her mouth. "I wouldn't mind a couple of guys myself."

"It was just…bizarre," I said, shaking my head. "Glad the cruise is today."

"Yeah, you've been too stressed about classes and family," said Lori. "Pack your best shit. We gotta look nice and attract some guys."

"Do you remember what happened last night?" I asked, watching her face.

"It was so vague," she answered. "I barely remember a thing. I think you got pulled over, and then I ended up at home."

"Your car is towed," I said. "We can't be partying like that again, Lori."

"Shit, I completely forgot," said Lori. "That sucks so bad. I'm sorry for putting you in that position to drive."

"I forgive you," I said.

"We'll worry about the car when we return from vacation."

"I guess," I laughed, removing the plaid printed sheet from my lap and going to the bathroom.

After brushing, showering, and getting dressed in a red sundress, I felt ready to go. I already packed most of my things last night at my parent's place.

I wore a black cardigan over my dress. I stared at Lori's vanity mirror, applying my mascara. I had curled my shoulder-length black hair and had to keep brushing off the little tendrils of curls covering my eyes.

I patted my hair down, happy with how I looked.

"Do you have extra sunglasses?" I asked Lori, who was scrambling to find something to wear.

"Yep, in the top drawer of the vanity," she called from the closet.

Putting on the sunglasses, I felt sexy as I twirled in front of the mirror. I wanted to meet some guys on purpose this time. Maybe it would work since I was fixed now with all my emotions. Wet dreams and all.

I unzipped my suitcase, making sure everything I needed was in there.

"I'm ready to go," I said. "We're going to be so late, Lori. The cruise leaves in an hour, and it will take us time to get there."

"I know," she sighed, sinking against her few outfits in the closet. "I have literally nothing to wear."

Maybe a vacation to the Bahamas is just what I needed to let loose.

After the chaotic morning with Lori trying to find an outfit, we walked along the boarding deck to the cruise ship.

It was a sunny morning, and the slight chill in the wind made me shiver. I wrapped my cardigan tighter around me. We stood in line as everyone's bags were checked at the front by security guards.

"That's my cousin," said Lori, pointing her out.

"She doesn't look too happy," I said, looking at the bride wearing a thin white dress. She had curly blond hair and red lipstick. She was in the front of the line, clutching her fiance's hand and tapping his arm constantly. He looked like he couldn't be bothered to talk.

"Yep, the one and only," said Lori. "Not looking forward to greeting her." Lori could be right. Her cousin looked like the definition of a bridezilla.

As we reached the front, one of the security guys looked up, tipping his hat up.

When I saw who it was, I froze.

It was Grant. Out of all freaking people.

I turned around, ready to run away, but Lori pulled my arm.

"What are you doing?" she hissed at me. Of course she didn't recognize the cop from last night. She was too out of it.

I noticed the line behind us. They were looking annoyed.

Shit . I didn't have a choice. Either go back to my parents or go on a cruise with some hot cop who knew where I lived and knew I crashed a stop sign.

I took a deep breath and turned back to face Grant.

"We need to pat you down for any weapons," he said in his gravelly voice. His voice sent a tingle down my spine, and I almost forgot the effect it had on me. It disarmed me completely as I stood there waiting for his touch. Looking forward to his hand running all over my body.

I stood with my arms out to the side.

Grant waved over the other security guard to take care of Lori, and then he stood in front of me. He wore a white uniform with a medallion on the front. The gun at his side stood out, turning me on even more for some freaky reason.

When his brown hands touched my arms, my skin heated despite the cold. He rubbed my arms and slowly went down my sides, deliberately taking his time in my chest area. My breathing intensified as his hands rested against my hips momentarily, and then he released me.

"You're good," he said softly, looking at me with hooded eyes.

Flushed, I quickly walked onto the deck, my suitcase flopping behind me as I dragged it. Kids and families assembled on the large deck as workers directed them where to go. I leaned against the railing, waiting for Lori to get her bags checked.

I had no idea how Grant ended up on the ship with us and what he was doing here. Could it be a total coincidence?

"That was interesting," said Lori. "Two hot as fuck security guys. We're going to have fun."

For some reason, a stab of jealousy went through me when she noticed Grant. I bit my lip at how ridiculous I was being. I had no right to be possessive of anyone.

"Let's figure out where our rooms are," I said finally.

I unpacked my suitcase on my bed. I was sharing a room with Lori. She was already sprawled out on her bed. Her items were scattered all over the place.

"I'm starving," she said, holding her stomach.

"Didn't you just eat cereal before we got here?" I asked, my mind distracted as I thought about Grant's hands patting me down.

"Well, it's lunchtime now," she said, sitting up. She was wearing a purple crop top with purple leggings. She hated dressing up, and I tried to convince her to dress a little fancier, but she said she'd only do that on the actual wedding day, which was tomorrow.

"I don't want to go up there right now," I said, my stomach growling. I hadn't had breakfast since I was nervous about leaving my family for so long. Now, I was a bit nervous that Grant was on the ship with us.

It was better hiding away here. I sat on the bed, feeling slightly dizzy and an incessant throbbing between my legs. I rubbed my warm forehead, hoping I wasn't getting sick.

"Why not?"

"I'm just not feeling so good right now."

"Alright, I'll see you when you decide to come up."

I nodded, closing my eyes.

"My cousin put us all the way in the back," huffed Lori, looking around the room. "Typical. It's like I don't matter or something."

At least we were here, and I wanted to say. But I didn't want to piss her off or act like I was on her cousin's side. When Lori was hungry, there was no stopping her anger.

I finished unpacking and sat on the bed, clutching my belly. I felt minor cramps down there, but nothing too major. Twinges of arousal kept going through me, and my privates were clenching.

That's it. I had to take care of this once and for all.

I walked into the tiny bathroom in our room and closed the door behind me. I had never masturbated before, so I was scared of what to expect. But I needed some relief and quick. The pills really messed with me. Suppressing me my entire life.

I reached under my dress and lightly traced my underwear with my finger. It was like I had to get acquainted with myself first. Bolts of arousal strummed through my body as I rubbed outside my underwear, getting wetter. My breathing quickened, and I was throbbing now.

Moving my panties to the side, I touched a finger to my clitoris. I cried out as I basked in the brand-new sensation.