Chapter 8

8

F or the longest time I stare up at the ceiling feeling the boat list and violently sway beneath me, and listen to the storm outside. Stone left to go make sure we don't hit a rock or an island or get swallowed by the storm and the sea. Speaking of, it's getting lighter, less intense. That's all good, but I'm no longer thinking about the storm. It's ironic. I wanted him to make me come to take my mind off the storm, but now that he did that, I can't stop thinking about him instead.

For one, I can't believe we did that.

That was so not part of our plan or pact.

For another, I can't believe I did that.

I've never been sexually shy, but I've never been sexually aggressive either. Probably because I've only slept with two guys, and one of those is his brother. I trusted Forest with my life, with my body, and with my heart. He's one of the best men on the planet, and I hated breaking his heart. I loved him. I just wasn't in love with him anymore.

We were kids in love, but I started to feel it. That drift. That lacking. That need for more. Then the stalker came, and I clung to Forest because he was safe and comforting and made it easy for me to do so. Hell, he encouraged it. I clung to him for far longer than I should have. Part of me knew it, I think, but everyone pushed us together, with Forest pushing the hardest. It wasn't until Terrance Howard was in prison and I could take a deep breath that was my own that I came to the horrifying conclusion that I was no longer in love with him.

It took me a year of feeling like that, hoping and praying that type of love would return. And when it didn't, I had to end it. It wasn't fair to either of us to keep it going. He was my childhood sweetheart, but we outgrew each other. He just refused to see it or accept it.

Some days, he still refuses to see it and accept it.

So maybe that makes what I just did with Stone even worse. Forest would flip his shit if he knew I was here—Stone wasn't wrong about that—and he'd absolutely lose his fucking mind if he found out his brother just went down on me and gave me a better orgasm than he ever did. That thought makes me cringe and feel like the worst sort of woman for thinking it.

But I'm not with Forest anymore.

And I'm tired of everyone telling me what I can and cannot do. Who I should and should not want. How I should and should not live my life. Where do I fit into that? Where is my say? Maybe I should care that it's my ex's brother, but right now, I don't. I want to take what I want for the first time in my life. I want what we just did. I want to spend the next week with Stone inside me.

It won't go beyond that. I know it won't.

Everything we're already doing is a secret, so what's one more?

Maybe that makes me a bad person, but it's not easy finding a partner you can trust in my world. The entertainment industry is dog-eat-dog. Everyone wants something from you, but Stone doesn't care about any of that. I've known him my entire life. Our families are very strongly connected. He's a billionaire. A doctor in Boston. Our lives are a million miles apart. It'll be this week and nothing more.

I glance down at my body. I'm wearing his T-shirt and nothing else.

A deranged laugh rips from my lungs. I can't believe I had him like that between my legs. Not even my gynecologist has seen that much of me. I begged him to make me come and I called him sir. The bastard was pulling a move on me with that, but he was right. I did like it. I liked everything he was doing and saying because it was so different from anything I've had before.

Maybe I'm not as innocent as I thought I was. Or maybe I just don't want to be.

Maybe that version of me is dead or dying, and the woman I want to be is finally coming out of her shell. The woman who takes charge and goes after what she wants. Who doesn't let anyone else dictate her life.

I don't want to be a bad person and I'd never want to hurt Forest more than I already have, but… this is the first time I've ever gone rogue, seeking freedom and adventure. I like it. This feeling welling up inside me, it's a strange sort of confidence.

I cover my face with my hands, and my legs kick up and down as I let out a shrill, girlish giggle. Am I really considering this? Am I actually going to do it?

I shoot out of bed, nearly tripping over the blanket Stone tossed on the floor. I throw it back on the bed and head for the door. "Fuck it. What happens on the boat, stays on the boat." It's like Vegas. And when the week is over, our fling will fade into a memory—hopefully a happy, wild one—and nothing more.

With my heart hammering in my chest and my fingers tingling with nerves, I make my way out of the bedroom and up the short flight of stairs to the main living area. I can still hear the rain pounding the deck on the ceiling above me, but the wind has all but died down, making it easier to walk without constantly feeling like I'm about to topple over.

The galley is cool and quiet but there is no escaping the humidity and electricity in the air. I hear a noise from the control area and head in that direction, following the trail of lights that illuminates the wood floors.

Stone is sitting in his chair, using the mouse to click something on the screen. He's still shirtless, only wearing his shorts, and I take a minute to admire the muscular lines of his body and the colorful ink adorning his skin. He must hear me because his head whips in my direction, and when he sees me standing here, he sits back and stares at me. His eyes are volcanic as they drag up along my bare legs to the hem of his shirt that hits me about mid-thigh, before he continues his perusal, taking in my braless state.

I smirk when he snags on my breasts, bouncing and swaying as I walk toward him. Good. I hope he's hard. It's exactly how I want him. Without waiting for an invitation, I walk right in and straddle him. He makes a pained noise, his palms landing on my hips to hold me in place.

"You're supposed to be sleeping," he admonishes, but the way he's looking at me, sleep is the last thing he wants me to do.

"The storm is letting up."

He nods, his palms skimming down until they reach my bare thighs only to drag back up to safe territory as if he's struggling to maintain his control with me sitting on him like this. The shirt is just barely covering my pussy, but he refuses to look down.

"It's headed north, and we're headed south. We'll reach Nassau by morning."

"Good. Do you need to stay out here?"

"Are you planning on sleeping in my bed tonight?"

I grin. "Depends. "

"On?"

"You."

He licks his lips and leans in ever so slightly, and I loop my hands around his neck to draw closer to him. "What about me, baby girl? You got what you wanted from me."

I roll my hips forward, finding the hard ridge in his shorts. My lips part as it hits me in just the right place. "Not everything," I whisper breathlessly.

"Jesus, Tinsley," he grunts, his hands back on my inner thighs, trailing up and making me shiver with anticipation. "You make it impossible to do the right thing."

His thumb brushes my spread-open pussy, and he growls when he realizes I never put my underwear back on and I'm completely naked under his shirt.

"All I've ever done is the right thing. I'm tired of it."

"And all I'll I've ever done is the wrong thing. I'm trying to change that."

"Those two don't dance together in the dark all that well. So what do one wrong and one right equal?"

"A fucking mess?"

I lean in and nip his chin. "Good. I've been dying to get dirty."

He holds me still. "Fucking you is crossing a line I swore I wouldn't."

I roll my hips again and his pupils blow out, black and dangerous and sexy as hell. "Do you want me, Stone?" It's a rhetorical question. I know he does. His thumb is still rubbing my clit almost like he can't help himself, and his other hand is gripping my thigh so tight I wouldn't be shocked if he left marks. He's a man reaching the limit of his self-control.

Still, I want him to answer me. Because if he truly doesn't want to do this, then I won't push it. I'll go back to being distant and give him his space. But if he wants me, if he's willing to cross this line with me, I want to dive headfirst into the deep end of the ocean and see how far beneath the surface he can take me.

"You know I do. Wanting you isn't the issue."

He's right and I'm being selfish. I tickle my fingers across his smooth jaw and through his dark hair. "I don't want to be a regret or a mistake to you, and I don't want to cause you more hassle or trouble than I already have. You're working on something. It's why you're here, and I'd never want to derail that." I kiss his neck. "We'll blame tonight on the storm and tomorrow it'll be like it never happened."

I move to stand, but he catches the back of my neck before I can get far. "It's already tomorrow. And it's already too late to stop." With that, he pulls me in and slams my mouth to his. "I don't want to stop," he growls against me. "Even when I should." His lips take over, his hold forceful as his tongue immediately enters my mouth and clashes with mine. It's manic and rough and deliciously untamed.

I drop back down on his lap, straight onto the hard length of him, my hands up in his hair and across his shoulders. His free hand snakes up my shirt, squeezing my ass and pressing me against him as he devours me, both of us grinding, moaning, and groaning like two teenagers trying to beat the clock before their parents get home.

I run my hands all over him, wanting to feel the hard planes and firm ridges of his shoulders, chest, and abs. This isn't gentle and it's far from polite. He starts to lift my shirt and I help him yank it over my head, our mouths only breaking for that half second. It's barely enough time for us to catch our breath.

He cups my tits and groans only to break our kiss and push me back until I'm leaning against the desk in front of the navigation equipment, fully splayed out for him. His heated gaze rakes over every inch of my body, and I have to fight the chills that sweep over me. He's unapologetically fucking me with his eyes, and I try to keep my breathing steady, but that look he's giving me makes it nearly impossible.

He shakes his head, his full bottom lip tight with tension. "Fuck, you are one beautiful woman." Reaching up, he squeezes my tits together in his large hands as he dips to nibble and kiss along my jaw and down my neck then to my cleavage. "One week, Tinsley. That's all it is and all it'll ever be."

"What? I don't understand. You called me yours."

"Tinsley," he rasps, uncertainty warring with lust.

I sniffle, my voice distraught. "I thought you loved me. I thought that's what calling me yours means."

His head shoots up, and I can't fight my giggle at his stricken expression.

"Fucking brat." He punishes me by pinching my nipple until I squirm on his lap.

"That's for the sir bullshit you pulled on me." I pat his cheek. "Don't worry, baby cakes, there's no love here. How's this?" My fingers glide through his hair, holding the sides of his head as his lips meet the crook of my neck and slide back down, his teeth grazing along the swell of each breast until I gasp. "I'm yours for this week, and you're mine. Only because I'm a jealous and possessive girl who doesn't like to share, and you're a Fritz man with a bit of a reputation as a ladies' man."

"Ladies' man?"

I sigh in feigned resignation. "Fine. You're right. That term is old-fashioned. You're a player."

He chokes on a strangled laugh and comes up to meet my gaze. Smartly, he doesn't bother denying it.

I cup his strong jaw and stare into his green eyes. "Seriously, though, I'd like to have some fun with you this week. But the moment we dock back in Miami, it all ends. No messiness. No ugliness. No one knows but us. We go our separate ways and it never happened. Our secret stays here."

Simply put, we both have too much to lose, and it's not like there's the option or potential for anything real to bloom between us.

"I don't have any condoms here. Sex wasn't part of my plan for this week."

"I'm on the pill and I've been tested."

"You're good with no condom?" he checks.

"I am if you are."

"I've never fucked a woman without one." He stares quietly at me for a moment, his eyes glazed. In one smooth motion, he takes my hips and lifts me until I'm standing. I stare down at him, confused and worried he's somehow taking exception to my rules when he leans forward and starts to run his pointer finger back and forth along my slit while his mouth eats at my breasts.

I suck in a sharp breath, my eyes closing, unable to fight it as pleasure spikes through me. His hot breath falls across my nipples and I shiver, my legs suddenly shaky and ready to give out as he picks up his pace without applying any pressure. It's making me unbearably wet and needy, my skin hot and prickling. My hands fall to the table behind me to hold me up and I angle my hips toward him.

Maybe it's all this newfound and uncharted freedom at my fingertips, but I've never been so brazen. I like it. I like this version of me. The one Stone can't seem to help himself with as his hands drag up and down the curve of my waist and along my ribs. A swell of nerves takes hold of me.

I'm about to fuck my ex's brother. A man who is infinitely more experienced than I am.

He starts to slide his shorts off his hips and what if I can't handle all that he comes with? What if it's too much for?—

"Holy shit! You're pierced."

He pauses and looks up at me through hooded eyes, a devilish smirk twisting his lips. "Only this one. You should see Vander if you think this is a lot. "

I shake my head, gnawing on my bottom lip, unable to drag my gaze away. "I'd rather not." I swirl my finger in the general vicinity of his dick. "Um. What do you call that and what does it do?" Because not only is his dick big—I mean, all of him is tall and muscular without being the overly bulky sort of big—but yeah, he's not only huge but he has that.

"It's a penis and it does many things."

I glare at him.

He can't keep the amusement from his expression or voice. "Fine. No jokes. It's called a deep shaft reverse Prince Albert. You'll love it. It'll make you come. That's what it does."

Interesting. "Can I touch it?"

He groans, his head falling back. "Baby girl, you're killing me right now. All sweet and doe-eyed and innocent about to be corrupted. Yes, you can fucking touch it. Touch away. Play with it. Lick it. Whatever you want. But then you're going to get fucked by it."

Jesus. I'm sweating.

I slip to my knees between his spread thighs and his cock jerks, practically hitting his abs. "He's jumpy."

Stone chuckles lightly. "Despite your assessment of me, it's not every day I have a beautiful and eager woman kneeling for me."

Reaching out I grip him in my hand, firm yet soft, like velvet over, well, stone if you'll forgive the pun. It pulses in my hand, and my empty core clenches. Tentatively, I drag my hand up his shaft until I reach the barbell just beneath his head. It's a hard little ball but easily moves from side to side.

"Fuck," he hisses. I do it again, only this time I bring my tongue in on the action, rolling the other end of the barbell that comes out of his slit. It's an odd feeling, but very cool at the same time.

"Good?" I check.

"Too good. "

I preen a little from the praise and continue to lick and play with him, watching his reaction the entire time. I love this power over him. The ability to give him pleasure and watch him lose it a little. Once I'm feeling more confident and comfortable, I stand and place my hands on his shoulders. With our eyes locked, I straddle him again, hovering in the air.

He plays with my pussy, but I'm already more than ready for him. With one hand on his dick and his other on my hip, he lines himself up at my entrance, and slowly, I start to sink down. It's insanely intimate like this, more so than I was prepared for. Our eyes are locked, and our bodies are close, and he's sliding inside me. Stretching me. Making me feel every inch of him including his piercing.

Once he gets halfway in, he thrusts up, shooting all the way inside me, straight to the hilt. "Holy, god, Stone." My head flies back and my hands rip at his shoulders.

"That's it. Fuuuck ." He blows out a heavy breath, his forehead tight and tense, his face flushed. "Shit, Little Rose. I wasn't expecting it to be…" Another breath. "You good?" he questions, his voice ragged and rough.

"Too good," I say, throwing his words back at him. I'm panting. And full .

He glances down between us, and something crosses his face. Something I can't quite read. "All fucking mine," he murmurs so low I'm not even sure I heard him correctly.

His hands grasp my hips and then he raises me up before he slams me back down, his eyes glued to the spot where we're connected. I gasp and whimper, digging my nails in.

"Come on, baby girl. Take me. Start bouncing on my cock. Have some fun before I really start to fuck you."

Oh my god, what have I gotten myself into? I'll never survive him, and we've just started. With my feet on the floor, I push up and then drop back down, feeling him slide in and out of me without resistance. Then there's his cock ring. It glides along my front wall and when he's seated all the way inside of me? There are no words. Only tingles and deep, deep pleasure.

The kind of pleasure that crackles at your vision and flares like fire through your limbs.

He rolls my hips while he pulls me forward and my clit rubs against the base of his pelvis. I cry out, already lost. I'm all sensation. Especially when he starts sucking on my tits that are right up in his face.

Sweat gleams on his shoulders and chest as his lips part with an exhale before his mouth captures mine, moving urgently. I suck in a breath as he plunges into me, shooting his hips up and using his grip on my hips to pull me down onto him. His tongue fucks my mouth at the same pace and I moan into him, feeling the thick ridge of his cock with every grinding thrust.

His hands slide back, groping and squeezing my ass and using it as leverage to push me forward. That's how he fucks me. Alternating between deep, hard jabs and slower, rutting undulations. It's mind-bending and soul-twisting, and I'm so drunk on it, I can't do anything other than hold on and try to fuck him back.

Tearing his mouth from mine he kisses down my throat to my chest where he catches my nipple in his mouth, quick and rough, and I yelp when he bites me, using his teeth and making sure I feel it. My hands wrap around his neck, and I draw him closer.

"Stone…" A single word. It's all I can manage. I squeeze my eyes shut, getting so close I can hardly stand it. All that foreplay, the way he continues to work my clit even as he fucks me, the way his cock and piercing rub my front wall as he does that. Nothing has ever felt better than this.

I roll my hips, rubbing myself against him, taking him in as deep as I can.

It's not enough. Not for him .

Suddenly he's standing, taking me with him, and pulling out of me as my ass lands on the desk. He shoves the keyboard and mouse out of the way, and then he's bending me all the way back. My thighs wrap around his hips, and I whimper as he slams back into me with a powerful fucking thrust that I swear tickles my belly.

"Now you're feeling me. And fuck am I feeling you. Your cunt is like heaven."

He bends me in half, his chest grazing mine, and I open my eyes to find him right there, watching me, his face above mine, our lips barely an inch apart. My pussy clenches around his cock and he opens his mouth with a primal groan. His cock thickens, and his pace picks up. My hands shoot above my head, plastered to the wall on either side of the screen so my head doesn't smash back into it.

Other than that, I'm helpless. At his mercy. Loving every inch he's giving me and the way he rubs my G-spot every time. I moan, holding his eyes and pushing into every thrust. I don't want him to stop. Not ever. It's too good. And I'm close. So very close.

And the way he's taking me…

Eyes all over me, hands on my tits and hips, and pressing down on my lower belly. His mouth is everywhere, kissing and nipping and tasting. Warmth spreads through me making my legs shake and my eyes roll back in my head.

"Please," I beg, the words tumbling out of me. "Please. Oh god, please. Yes."

"Baby girl, whatever you want, I'm going to give it to you. All week, I'm going to give it to you. Every fucking chance I get, I'm going to be inside you, hearing and feeling you come for me. There is no way it can only be this once. No fucking way."

He dips in until there's no space between us, our sweaty chests one, our mouths sharing moans and grunts as his thrusts grow harder and faster. And then I detonate. Explode. My pussy tightens around his cock, and his barbell rubs my sweet spot, and I scream, my eyes pinching shut and my mind splintering.

His ragged breaths pant against my cheek, his hands squeezing my tits and driving me higher.

"Oh, fuck. Tinsley. Fuck." He growls, his teeth sinking into my shoulder as he shudders and then stills. My body continues to jerk, milking everything he's got from him, his cock in so deep as he comes.

He collapses against me, pressing me down into the table, his cock giving me one last spasm that has me trembling.

Holy shit.

I don't know what I was expecting, but that…

He stays inside me, making no move to pull out. I just fucked my ex-boyfriend's brother. And maybe I should care. In fact, I know I should. But all I can think about is doing it again.

Shit .