Page 77 of Better When Shared (Kristin Lance Anthologies #2)

Hamish

The wind had picked up overnight, which Makai said was a good thing. We’d be able to head back to Hollis Cove. Deep inside, I hated that idea. I’d never experienced anything like what had happened between the three of us. I wished we could stay in this secluded paradise forever, suspended in time away from reality.

“The motor’s still dead,”

Makai announced, closing the engine compartment after another attempt at resurrection.

“I must have hit the wrong button? I don’t know, I suck with mechanical stuff. Skylar’s going to kill me.”

“There’s wind, right?”

Imogen asked.

“Yeah, this wind should be perfect for sailing back. Here’s hoping. Our Wedding Lady needs to get back to her weddings.”

Imogen tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and smiled, looking a little shy.

“Yeah, I need to be back for work this afternoon. There’s so much to do for the wedding on Saturday.”

“Of course. Duty calls,”

I said, trying to hide my disappointment. The rational part of me knew we couldn’t stay here indefinitely, but something about returning to civilization felt like breaking a spell.

Makai began preparing for departure.

“We’ll need to raise anchor and set sail to catch this wind pattern. Hamish, you handle the mainsail while I work the jib.”

I followed his instructions, surprised by how easy it felt now. Just days ago, I’d been terrified of the ocean, paralyzed by the thought of setting foot on a surfboard. Now I was helping sail a boat back to shore after a night of... I couldn’t even categorize what had happened between us.

“Perfect,”

Makai praised as I secured the line.

“You’re a natural, Hamish.”

The boat began to move, cutting through the water with a satisfying whoosh. Imogen sat in the cockpit. We’d ruined her shirt and shorts when we tore them off her, and she was wearing a loose, flowy vintage sundress that Makai had found in a closet. He said it probably belonged to a client who’d left it behind after an overnight stay. Or maybe to Skylar’s mom.

She looked ethereal with the fabric fluttering around her thighs, satisfied in a way I’d never seen before. Her skin was glowing from our attentions.

Once we’d cleared our little island refuge and set course for Hollis Cove, Makai took the helm, his body relaxed as he guided us through the open water. He looked sexy as hell in just a pair of boardshorts, his upper body bare. I hauled Imogen into my lap, my hands resting on her shoulders, then sliding down to cup her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress.

“Hamish,”

she gasped.

“What are you doing?”

“Touching my wife,”

I murmured against her ear, surprising myself with my boldness.

“Shall I stop?”

“I suppose you can have your fun, as long as we’re alone.”

Makai watched us from the helm, his eyes darkening with renewed desire.

“There’s no one around for miles,”

he said.

“Just us and the sea.”

That was all the encouragement I needed. I slid my hands beneath the straps of Imogen’s dress, pushing them off her shoulders until the fabric bunched at her waist. She made no move to stop me, her breath coming faster as I exposed her breasts to Makai’s view.

“Would you like a taste?”

I asked, squeezing her tits like an offering.

“Always,”

Makai said, adjusting our course before nodding to me to take the wheel. I gently set Imogen on the seat, and she leaned back, arching her back like an offering.

“My little slut,”

I said, grinning.

“And he means that in the best possible way.” Makai moved out of my way. “Hold that heading.”

I took the helm, keeping us steady as Makai dropped to his knees before Imogen. He pushed her dress up her thighs, revealing that she wore nothing underneath. The way her legs fell open, exposing her pink, swollen pussy, made me instantly hard.

“Fuck,”

I breathed as Makai buried his face between her thighs. Imogen threw her head back, a cry escaping her lips as his tongue found her clit. It was better than any pornography I’d ever seen: my proper, reserved wife spread open on the bench of a sailboat, a gorgeous man licking cum out of her pussy while I watched.

“Keep us on course,”

Makai reminded me, glancing up with lips glistening from my wife’s arousal.

“Sorry!”

I turned the wheel a little, until we were back on course.

“It’s a few hours back to Hollis Cove at this pace, so we might as well spend it fucking your wife.”

I gripped the wheel tighter, fighting the urge to abandon my post and join them. Imogen’s moans grew louder, her fingers tangling in Makai’s dark hair as he worked his tongue against her. The way she writhed, completely uninhibited, made my heart race. This was a side of my wife I’d never known existed, and I was addicted to it already.

“Don’t let her come yet,”

I said.

“Keep her on edge.”

Makai pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“You’re learning fast,”

he said with approval. He slid two fingers inside Imogen, making her gasp, then withdrew just as her breathing quickened.

“How does it feel, watching another man play with your wife?”

“Incredible,”

I admitted.

“I never considered how sexy it’d be.”

Imogen’s eyes met mine, hazy with pleasure.

“I love it when you watch. I love seeing how hard it makes you.”

Makai stood and kicked off his board shorts.

“My turn at the helm,”

he said, moving to take my place, hard cock bouncing in front of him.

“Your wife needs you.”

We traded positions, and I immediately dropped to my knees where Makai had been. Imogen was soaking wet, her thighs trembling with need. I buried my face between her legs. She cried out, bucking against my mouth.

“That’s it,”

Makai encouraged from the helm.

“But make her wait for it.”

I teased her with my tongue, bringing her close to climax, then backing away, just as Makai had done. The power was intoxicating. I just loved having my sophisticated wife at our mercy, pleading for us to make her come like a common slut. I licked her again, teasing at her sensitive click.

“Please just fuck me,”

she whimpered, bucking her hips.

After several minutes of sweet torture, I couldn’t wait any longer. I stood and tugged off my shirt, then pushed my shorts down and kicked them aside. Imogen spread her legs for me and reached out, guiding me to her entrance. I sank into her with a groan, the wet heat of her body welcoming me home.

“Fuck, that’s hot,”

Makai said, adjusting our course with one hand while palming himself through his shorts with the other.

“Take what’s yours, Hamish.”

I thrust into Imogen harder, driven by a primal urge to claim her while Makai watched. The boat rocked beneath us, adding to the rhythm of our coupling. Imogen wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, her nails digging into my shoulders.

“Let her come this time,”

Makai suggested, his voice strained with his own need.

“I want to see her face when she falls apart.”

I reached between us, finding Imogen’s clit with my thumb. She tensed immediately, her internal muscles clenching around me as she tumbled over the edge. The sight of her coming undone triggered my release, and I buried myself to the hilt, emptying inside her with a hoarse cry.

We collapsed together on the bench, panting. Makai secured the wheel again and approached us, his erection jutting out. I reached for him, giving him a few firm strokes, then a long, hungry suck.

He was delicious.

“Your turn,”

I said, helping Imogen onto her hands and knees on the padded bench.

“Take her. I’ll watch our course.”

Makai didn’t need to be told twice. He positioned himself behind my wife, the head of his cock nudging at her entrance, still slick with my cum. I moved to the helm, watching as Makai pushed into her in one smooth thrust.

“Oh fuck,”

she moaned, eyes fluttering closed.

She cried out as Makai fucked her with long, powerful strokes. The visual of his cock disappearing into my wife’s body was hypnotic. I couldn’t look away, didn’t want to. I cupped my cock and balls, arousal surging through me once again as I stood nude at the wheel.

“Keep the course steady,”

Makai instructed, his hand wrapping around Imogen’s throat, not squeezing but holding her in place as he increased his pace.

“Don’t get too distracted watching me fuck your wife, Hamish.”

I did as I was told, but I couldn’t stop watching, not completely. Makai’s control was impressive. His rhythm never faltered as the boat sailed smoothly toward our destination. When he finally came, it was with a low growl, his hips pressed tight against Imogen’s ass as he filled her.

We took a brief break for lunch, and there were still no ships around, so we didn’t bother to get dressed as we shared sandwiches and fruit from the cooler. The sight of her, cum leaking from between her thighs, nipples hard in the sea breeze, was enough to make me hard again.

It wasn’t long before I had her pinned to the bench again, her legs pushed back toward her shoulders as I drove into her with renewed vigor. Makai kept us on course, occasionally reaching over to stroke my back or slap my ass as I fucked her.

We traded positions throughout the afternoon, taking turns at the helm and with Imogen’s body. By the time the marina came into view, all three of us were exhausted and satisfied in a way I’d never experienced before.

“Better clean her up,”

Makai murmured. I grinned, burying my head between her legs and gently licking her swollen pussy clean, tasting his cum and my own.

When I was satisfied that she wouldn’t make a mess of her clothing, I helped Imogen back into her sundress, my hands lingering on her skin, reluctant to see her covered again.

As Makai prepared for our arrival, I caught Imogen’s eye. The connection between us felt stronger than ever, forged in the fire of this unexpected adventure. Whatever happened next, I knew we’d never be the same—and I couldn’t wait to discover who we might become.

The Hollis Cove Marina appeared on the horizon, its weathered docks and colorful boats growing larger as we approached. I stood at the helm, guiding us in as Makai had taught me, while Imogen finger-combed her tangled hair.

She looked absolutely ravishing—lips swollen from our kisses, skin flushed with a post-orgasmic glow, eyes bright with satisfaction. Only I knew that beneath that innocent-looking dress, her pussy was bare and still slick with our cum.

“Skylar is waiting on the dock,”

Makai announced, pointing toward a pair of figures, both small and slight, one with black and turquoise hair, the other with a bright white bob.

“Who’s the older lady?”

Imogen asked.

“Hui, Skylar’s grandmother. Prepare to be interrogated by a tiny, terrifying Chinese woman.”

I felt a sudden jolt of panic. We must reek of sex. Would they know what we’d been doing? Could they tell just by looking at us? I glanced at Imogen, who seemed remarkably composed given that less than thirty minutes ago she’d been bent over the cockpit bench getting fucked like a porn star.

She smiled, reaching up to touch my cheek.

“No one will know.”

Makai took over the helm for the final approach, giving us orders, guiding us to trim the sails as he called to Skylar, letting her know the engine was still out. Imogen threw the lines to her as I dropped the sail, working in concert to pull the boat smoothly into place without incident.

It was challenging and exhilarating.

“Fucking hell, Makai,”

Skylar said as she tied off a line.

“When you texted that the engine died, I was ready to send out search and rescue.”

“We managed just fine,”

Makai replied, a slight flush coloring his cheeks.

“Wind picked up this morning.”

The older woman approached, carrying several containers stacked in a large bag. She was tiny but radiated energy, her silver-white hair styled impeccably, red-framed glasses perched on her nose.

“You must be starving!”

she declared, stepping carefully onto the boat.

“No proper breakfast, I’m sure. Just canned food and junk food!”

Makai made quick introductions now that the boat was safely docked.

“Hamish, Imogen, this is Skylar, my business partner, and her grandmother, Hui. This is Hamish Walker and his wife, Imogen—the new clients.”

Hui barely waited for the introductions to finish before thrusting the bag of containers at me.

“Food. Made it fresh this morning. Your qi needs replenishment after such...”

she paused, studying us with alarming intensity.

“...exertion.”

I nearly choked, taking the bag from her to hide my reaction.

“Thank you. That’s very kind. Sailing was quite a lot of work.”

“Not kindness. Necessity.”

Hui waved a hand dismissively.

Makai looked as uncomfortable as I felt, busying himself with securing the boat rather than meeting anyone’s eyes. Imogen, however, seemed entirely at ease, years of training in manners falling seamlessly into place as she accepted a container from Hui with a gracious smile.

“This smells wonderful,”

she said.

“We’re famished. Aren’t we, darling?”

I nodded, clearing my throat.

“Absolutely. Sailing works up an appetite.”

Makai snickered, and I knew exactly what he was thinking.

Hui beamed, opening containers to reveal dumplings, rice, and what appeared to be some kind of spicy chicken.

“Sit, sit! Eat while it’s hot.

We settled in the cockpit, the same space where hours earlier we’d engaged in activities that would have scandalized Skylar and her grandmother. Imogen winced as she sat, and I placed a protective arm around her waist, steadying her.

“So the engine just died?”

Skylar asked, leaning over the controls and flipping a few switches.

“No warning?”

“None,”

Makai confirmed, accepting a container from Hui and taking a big bite of a steamed bao bun.

“We were lucky we were someplace safe to anchor for the night.”

“Maybe it was fate,”

Hui said.

“Some things happen for important reasons.”

Skylar rolled her eyes.

“It was a dead battery. Look, it’s not even turning over. I wonder if the battery is just old, or if the alternator is going out.”

“We’ll get it checked,”

Makai assured her, then took a big bite of rice.

“But first, lunch.”

“These are delicious,”

Imogen said as she bit into a dumpling.

“Did you make them yourself, Hui?”

The conversation drifted to safer topics—Hui’s cooking, the weather, the upcoming wedding Imogen was coordinating. I kept my arm around my wife’s waist, acutely aware of how tender she must be feeling after our enthusiastic activities. Every time our eyes met, I saw the same mix of satisfaction and disbelief I felt myself.

It wasn’t until we’d unloaded the ship and said our goodbyes that I realized that today was the last of the five days I had booked with Salish Sea Adventure Tours.

Was that it for our fun with Makai? I hoped not.