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Chapter nine

Taking Turns

Chase

G ideon and Mateo were getting some shuteye while I stayed at the helm. And Axel, that lucky bastard, had spent his night wrapped up with Kylie.

Tonight was my turn with her. The thought of having her all to myself without having to share her filled me with pulse pounding need.

Along with our rotations at the helm, Gideon hammered out a nightly schedule for us. It put us on a cycle with whom got to spend his night with Kylie while the others got some sleep in another bedroom. Having a detailed schedule made sense. We needed to monitor far too much with ocean currents, weather, and potential attacks.

Although for the first time in my life, when I was hilt deep inside her, the rest of the world dropped away. It was a first and left me unsettled. I have always enjoyed women and they me, yet I never considered wanting anything long term. I enjoyed being an ephemeral bachelor.

And it worried me.

Not in the sense that I wouldn’t enjoy my nights with her. Because there was nothing about being with Kylie that I didn’t adore. I had oodles of fantasies for the nights when it was just us. The woman was fierce. Braver than she gave herself credit for, and looked like a walking, wet dream. She was seductive, with an eagerness to try whatever kinky shit we thought up.

Kylie was fucking irresistible.

And dangerous.

Because I had feelings for her. The rest of the guys did too. Although mine were still evolving. And yet, I was so fucking jealous that she was spending the night with Axel. I wanted to hoard her all to myself. Which was insane. We shared plenty of women over the years. I sure as shit had enjoyed taking her sweet pussy with Mateo earlier.

He and I had only done double pussy penetration a handful of times. Honestly, a part of me wanted to eliminate the woman between us and fuck him. It crossed lines though. Lines I doubted I would ever venture across, because I couldn’t lose him.

But with Kylie between us, it was mind blowing. I could fuck him with her between us and Mateo wouldn’t bat an eye. And I wanted to possess her—both of them, but I would settle for just her.

Would she come between us? In all the years of sharing women, none had. Except, none were Kylie. She was different from the others. Unique even in her ability to turn our heads and hold our attention this long.

What drew me in was her spine of steel and tender heart. After everything she’s been through, she could have turned bitter. Instead, she had this core strength and desire to take care of others.

Was it any wonder we were all falling for her?

We’re retired Marines. And she was exemplifying traits needed to be a Marine.

It was sexy as fuck.

Shaking myself out of my quandary, I checked our course heading. We were sailing southwest until morning. Then would alter our route and sail south for two days before swinging around and heading northeast.

Glancing at the radar screen, that damn ship still trailed us. Unease spread through me. I didn’t like it. It could be nothing, but the way it trailed us felt off to me. Personally, I thought we should stand and fight. Only we didn’t know what kind of firepower Santos had on hand. For all we knew, he could blow us out of the water. We had weapons to defend ourselves and the yacht, if necessary, but I didn’t want to risk Kylie’s life on it.

Axel spent the better part of today setting up weapon stations on every floor. Mateo had messaged his contact to gather infrared motion sensors for us in addition to the computer tech he needed. We would install those sensors on deck for added layers of protection. That way, while we’re docked in Seattle or anywhere else, we could get some shuteye without fear of being caught unaware.

A hand gripped my shoulder, and I jumped, reaching for the firearm in the holster at my waist. Shooting an angry glare over my shoulder, I snarled at Gideon. “Make some fucking noise next time. I was about to shoot you.”

“It’s not my fault you weren’t paying attention.” He shrugged with an arched glare.

“Not paying—” I sputtered and then gritted my teeth. “Is there something you want?”

“Yeah. Shift change. It’s five and you need to get some sleep.”

I blew out my breath. Sleep would be good. Sleeping with Kylie would be even better. But I didn’t get to do that until tonight.

“The boat’s still following us. It’s kept the same distance and heading.”

Gideon’s features darkened, and he scowled. “Got it.”

“It could be someone other than Santos.” I knew it was a longshot. But fuck, we all needed a hot minute to get our new bearing. Kylie needed time to heal as did I, but the arm was just a scratch as far as I was concerned. We needed to gear up for the next steps if we had any hope of bringing Santos down.

“Do you believe that enough to bet her life on it?”

“No. But command needs to get off their asses, and send in an assist on this one. Have them tip off the coast guard that there’s a boat in distress or some shit.”

“That’s not a half bad idea. I’ll contact command and float it by them. Now get some sleep. I need you back on deck to relieve me at one. You’ll be on until nine. And then you’ve got a free night.”

“With Kylie.”

“Yes. But we might want to consider giving her a night off to—”

“Not tonight,” I growled. It was my fucking turn. I wasn’t giving it up unless she asked me to stand down. And I wasn’t above seducing her if she was on the fence. My need for her was too great to deny.

“I meant after the four of us do a rotation through her bed. We might want to ask if she would like a night off.”

“Only if that’s what she wants.” While I wasn’t sold on the idea, mainly because it would add an extra night when I couldn’t be with her, I knew it was selfish. But fuck it. I wanted to be with her. It was hard enough not being able to touch her as often as I wanted. Again, making me a greedy motherfucker. But so be it.

“Agreed.”

“Hollar, if you need me.” I left Gideon in the captain’s chair and descended two floors down. Then headed into the private bunk I’d claimed and nosedived into bed. This was certainly the most luxurious accommodations I had ever had on a ship. Especially when I thought about my time in the Marines and the places I slept.

On a yawn, I drifted off.

***

When I finished my shift that evening, I went searching for Kylie. I found her at the kitchen table drinking a cup of tea and flipping through an older fashion magazine.

Even in leggings and a tank top with her hair in a topknot, she was a total fucking knockout. I wanted to scoop her up and march into the bedroom to begin our night. But I was smoother than that. And for our first solo night together, I wanted to make her as addicted to me as I was to her.

“Hey gorgeous.” I slid into the booth beside her and looped an arm around her slender shoulders.

Kylie leaned against me. “Hi. Did you eat dinner?”

She always wanted to feed us. It was her way of taking care of us. It was such a wifey thing to do. Wifey? Ironically, the thought of her belonging to me—to us—that way didn’t send me running for the hills. It felt right.

“I did. You are a whiz in the kitchen. I never figured I’d eat like a king out on a boat.”

“Good. I’m glad.”

“How are you holding up?”

At my inquiry, she pressed her fingers over the bruises on her throat that were beginning to fade. “Better. Still a little sore.”

“I’m glad you’re on the mend.” Rage simmered beneath the surface. I wouldn’t let her see my anger because she’d take it to heart. But I’d like to murder that fuck all over again for putting his hands on her. It enraged me I wasn’t the one who ended that fucker’s existence. But we all felt that way. Harming women or children was pure evil and anyone who did it should be destroyed. That it was our woman just made me want to resurrect the bastard and kill him all over again, a couple of times, in as painful of a manner as possible.

“You know we’re taking turns with you each night. But only because we must be on guard for any potential attack. And we can’t do that if we’re in bed with you. Because when we’re with you, beautiful, all we can think about is you.”

“I get that. Does this mean it’s your turn tonight?” A hopeful smile curled her lovely lips.

“It does.” I dipped my gaze down. Fuck, she was sexy. I bet she could wear a black trash bag and I would still find it sexy.

Her tongue darted out and wet her lips while her cheeks pinkened. Lust pumped through me. My dick was hard just thinking about all the things I wanted to do with her tonight.

“Good. I’m glad I get you all to myself. I’ve had to share you with the others every time.”

Cupping her cheek, I murmured, “I’m thrilled it’s just going to be you and me, too, gorgeous. Why don’t you finish your tea? Then we’ll get our night started. Because I want you naked. And then I have every intention of recreating every single one of my fantasies with your hot little body. I want to do bad, bad things with you. Things you’ve only imagined in the dead of night when no one is around to watch you play with that pretty cunt.”

I drew a finger down her arm, marveling at her soft skin.

The teacup shook as she lowered it to the table. And she lifted her gaze, her pupils dilated with need, and said, “I’m done.”

My gut tightened and cock jolted, hungry to sink into her tight heat.

I glanced at the mug. It was half full. Leaning in, I kissed a trail up her slender neck to her ear. “I’ll wait for you to finish. We’ll consider this our foreplay.”

“But I can’t wait any longer.” She tilted her head and her lips met mine for a passionate kiss, full of tangled tongues and teeth.

Lust unfurled. Pleasure zinged through me. But those sensations twined and unlocked deeper emotions I’d kept hidden. Because I wanted to possess her.

Fuck, I ached to make her mine and mine alone.

And if she didn’t want to stick around and drink the rest of her tea, who was I to make her? I’d much rather get her into bed and feel her slick heat squeezing my dick than sit around and watch her drink tea.

With my decision made, I leaned in and claimed her lips. I infused the full brunt of my desire and everything she made me feel into my kiss. My tongue danced along the seam of her plump lips. I could suck on her lips for hours. Deepening my assault, she gasped and issued a throaty moan. It provided me with the opening I wanted. And I plunged my tongue inside, greedy for her taste on my tongue. Knowing she was all mine tonight had desire thundering through my veins.

And sleep was the last thing on my mind.

I angled her head, steering the kiss deeper, putting my stamp on her soul. Just like she’d somehow emblazoned a trail directly into mine. Kylie made me want things no other woman ever had. We’re talking commitment, kids, a tidy house in the suburbs, coaching little league.

“Planning on putting on a show?”

At Axel’s question, I tore my mouth away. Kylie flushed. Her cheeks turned a becoming shade of pink. I eyed Axel. “Nope. This is just the appetizer. The main course will be away from prying eyes.”

I winked at Kylie, and she giggled, biting that lush bottom lip.

Axel’s gaze caressed Kylie with a possessive light. And I got the feeling he no longer wanted to share her. Like if he had his way, none of us would ever get another taste.

“Well, you kids have fun.”

I breathed a sigh of relief when he winked at her and the possessive glint disappeared. Redirecting my focus, I smirked seductively at Kylie, ready to strip every stitch off her lush body. “We will. Come on, beautiful. What do you say we blow this popsicle stand?”

She nodded in agreement, glanced at Axel, and blew him a kiss. Then she rose from the kitchen table with me. Snaking an arm about her waist, I steered her into the bedroom. But I caught Axel’s dark grimace before I shut the door.

I compartmentalized it though and directed my focus to the women staring with those big, trusting eyes. “You’ve got about fifteen seconds to get naked before I rip whatever is left off you.”

Toeing off my boots, I yanked my shirt off and tossed it off to the side, uncaring where it fell.

“And what if I want you to do it?” She slid her hands down over her torso and gripped the hem of her top.

My gaze hooded at her wicked suggestion. “Is that what you want? You want me to be rough, dirty girl?”

She lifted the tank, revealing her scars. But they didn’t matter to me. I found them beautiful and part of what made her so unique. “Maybe.”

God, she was carnal and sweet. The sexy combination went straight to my fucking dick. I dropped my cargo pants. My cock strained against my boxer briefs. I shoved them off. And then I stalked her way. Her nipples were pebbled beneath her ivory lace bra. “I heard all about your naughty fantasy, beautiful. And I must say, I never expected you to want something so dirty.”

She blushed and lowered her gaze while she removed her bra, biting that lush bottom lip again.

I gripped her hair and tilted her head back. Her audible gasp went straight to my dick. She swallowed as my gaze slid over her form, stopping at her beautiful tits. The pulse in her neck rapidly fluttered. Being dominated aroused her.

Interesting.

And fucking thrilling. I lowered my face until it was an inch away from hers. “Look at you. Damn near purring and I’ve barely touched you. But I’m gonna. And since you didn’t follow orders, you know what that means, don’t you?”

“No,” she panted as the sexual tension rose.

“Dirty girls who don’t follow orders get punished.” Then I spun her around and pressed her face down against the bed. Gripping the waistband of her leggings and panties, I yanked them down to her knees, exposing her ripe ass.

I grabbed an ass cheek and leaned over her back, murmuring in her ear. “This ass is mine tonight. Unless you tell me to stop, then everything stops. Understood?”

“Yes,” she whimpered.

I bit her shoulder playfully. “Good. And you disobeyed me. Didn’t you, dirty girl?”

“Yes.”

“And you deserved to be punished. Don’t you?”

“Yes. Do you want me to call you sir?”

“How about Master,” I growled, rising to my full height, and pressed my hand against her low back, holding her in place. Then drew two fingers through her slit. They came away drenched. If I had any doubts about whether she enjoyed being dominated, feeling her soaked slit put it to rest.

I smacked one butt cheek hard. The ivory globe reddened with my handprint. I rubbed the abused flesh. And then walloped the other cheek. Her indrawn breaths and shuddered gasps spurred me on. She tilted her hips, begging me for more.

“You’re such a fucking dirty girl. And I fucking love it.” I peppered her behind with swat after swat until her ass was ruby red. Moisture poured from her slit, coating her upper thighs.

Unable to wait any longer, I knelt behind her and parted the red globes, exposing her succulent cunt. I breathed in her musk and buried my face in her pussy. Dragging my tongue through her folds, her sweet flavor hit my taste buds like a sugared elixir, and I groaned, “So fucking sweet.”

Then delved back inside, lapping at her cream. Teasing her clit until it pebbled enough I could suck on it like a lollipop.

“Master,” Kylie moaned low.

“That’s right, dirty girl. I’m going to eat this pretty pussy until you come screaming my name. And then I’m going to sink my cock in your cunt and fuck you properly.”

She whimpered. But I was too enamored of her pussy to stop.

I ate her cunt, fucking her sheath with my tongue. And I teased her clit with my thumb, rubbing tight circles around the taut nub. Her moans and gasps were music to my fucking ears.

“Chase,” she wailed, her hips bucking against my hold while her essence flooded my mouth.

I sucked and licked her cream. I could eat her cunt all night. But that was for another night because my cock was desperate for her pretty pussy.

With a last lick of her crease, I rose to my full height. I gripped her wrists and brought them behind her back. Bracketing them with a hand, I used my free one to grasp my dick and rub it through her folds.

“Oh god.”

“Not quite, dirty girl. But I’ll take it. I must admit, I’ve always wanted to be a deity. Now take my cock like a good girl.”