Two if by Sea (16 page)

T
he car pulled
up to a low, modern house that hugged the coastline. All windows and steel, its solid presence grew out of the surrounding rocks and melded with the landscape.

“Where are we?”

Damon squeezed her hand. “We’re home.”

Daphne turned back to the window. “That’s your house?”

“Vacation house. We have a few here and there.” Tony smiled and pushed open the door. “Let’s give you a tour.”

The pair of men led her up the stone steps and into the front door. Acres of dark hardwoods. Banks of leather couches. Fireplace big enough to stand in. And the ocean.

Daphne let go of their hands, kicked her shoes off by the front door, and padded up to the windows. From their living room, she could see for miles. The edge of the sun waved goodbye on her right and the light of the lighthouse lit up the left. In between?

Water. Glorious, choppy water. She tugged open the sliding glass door and the sound of the ocean enveloped her. Salt and sand and hope.

She stepped down onto the deck and hurried to the edge.
Wow
. When they’d said they lived in Midnight Cove, she’d excepted a condo or an inland townhouse. Not…this.

Tony and Damon weren’t doing well with the cruise line. They were loaded. Damon leaned on the railing beside her. “Do you like the view?”

She smiled. “I love it. And this place is yours?”

He nodded. “Both of ours.” He pointed to their right. “Ian lives down the coast about five houses.”

Daphne squinted. “I can’t see any houses.”

He chuckled. “They’re a bit spread out up here. But you should be able to in the morning. His is closer to the water.”

Tony held out a glass of wine and Daphne took it. “So can you see yourself living here?”

Daphne sipped the drink. “It’s amazing. I guess I never realized…I mean…”

Damon laughed. “Cruise ships pay well, Daphne.” He reached out and ran a finger down her arm. “You don’t have to take on clients right away, you know. You could relax. Have a vacation.”

She shook her head. “No. I’m not a freeloader. I don’t need your charity.”

“Just thought I’d offer.”

She turned back to the water. It was all so sudden and overwhelming. But she couldn’t imagine not living with them. After the cruise, she’d gotten used to waking up in their arms to the sound of the waves. How could she turn it down now?

“I want to get started right away.”

Tony nudged her side. “Any chance you want to take the first night off?”

Daphne blushed. “I think I could manage that.”

“Good. Because there’s a king sized bed with a view of the water that’s awfully lonely right now.”

“We should go keep it company, then.”

Damon leaned over and kissed her temple. “Thank you for giving us a chance.”

“You’re welcome. Thanks for not letting me go until I did.”

Tony took her glass and steered her back into the house and down a hall. She glanced at a huge kitchen with dark cabinets and marble counters, a bathroom the size of her apartment back home, and a handful of other rooms.

Daphne didn’t need a full tour. She had all the time in the world for that later. Right now, she wanted to be wrapped up in strong arms.

Tony turned the lights on low in a water-side bedroom. The ocean ebbed and flowed out the windows, a king bed sat in the middle of the room, and Daphne couldn’t have asked for anything more.

Her life had gone from uptight and regimented to free and wide open. She was done living by other people’s rules. Done cleaning up other people’s messes and being treated like a disposable cog.

What started off as a vacation from hell, turned into the best week of her life. She was in love. Two times over.

Her parents started over again and again because they couldn’t stick with a plan. They’d always find something new and shiny to distract them, something with promise that fizzled as soon as they reached for it.

This was different. Daphne wasn’t changing her life for a whim or flight of fancy. She was making it better. She was following her heart.

Tony wrapped his arms around her middle and nuzzled her neck. “I love you, Daphne.”

Damon smiled and stroked her cheek. “I love you, too.”

Life couldn’t get better than this. “And I love you both.”

He still couldn’t get over their luck. A week before, Damon was sure his friendship with Tony was over. No more singles cruises, no more flings. No woman they could build a life with.

And then Daphne had walked onto their boat and changed everything. He swooped in and pulled her shirt over her head. This beautiful, sexy, vibrant woman he couldn’t wait to wake up to every day.

He’s spend his whole life proving to her that she made the right decision.

Damon swept his hands over her body, from thighs to waist to breasts, and Daphne shuddered beneath his palms. Her nipples poked out from the lace of her bra and he bent to lick one through the fabric. The catch in her breath made him smile. He’d never tire of turning her on.

Damn he loved her body. Pert, full breasts. Just enough hips to squeeze. Those red curls. Every single inch of her.

She reached forward and ran her hand up the fly of his jeans. His cock twitched in response.

“I thought I’d said goodbye to all of this.” She tugged the button fly down.
Pop, pop, pop.
Her fingers slipped under the band of his boxers. She touched skin. “I never thought I’d touch you again.”

Her fingers curved around his shaft and Damon hissed. He couldn’t wait to be inside her.

“I never thought I’d taste you again.” Daphne smiled and bent over as she shoved his boxers out of the way. She licked, long and slow, up his shaft and over the head of his cock.

Fuck
. The woman had magic in her tongue. She grabbed him by the hips and steered him to the bed. A solid shove, and his ass hit the mattress so hard, he bounced.

“Eager, much?”

“Desperate.” Daphne yanked his clothes the rest of the way off, shimmied out of her pants and turned around.

Sexy black lace. Round, tight ass. He wanted her, but she had other plans.

Tony had already stripped. He stood a few feet away, hand stroking his thick cock as he watched them.

Daphne motioned him over. “Don’t think you’re not part of this, too.”

“Just taking my time.”

She laughed and spun back around.

“What do you want?”

Daphne glanced down at his cock standing ramrod straight between his thighs. She stepped closer and palmed the bed on either side of his hips. Her lips hovered an inch from his tip.

Damon wasn’t above begging. If she didn’t lick it, he’d be a man and ask.

Her lips fell open and her tongue darted out. She lapped over his head and smiled. “I want you to use me. I want your hands. Your lips. Your cock.” Daphne twisted around and looked up at Tony. “Yours, too. I want it all.”

Thank God.
He didn’t know how much more teasing he could take. Damon reached up and shoved his hand in her hair. He coiled the shiny strands around his fingers and pulled her close.

“Open up, baby. I’ll give you what you need.”

Daphne licked her lips and slid them over his cock while Tony stepped up behind her. Her panties fell to the floor and he reached between her legs.

“So fucking wet already. I could take you right now.”

She moaned.

“But you need to wait.” Tony reached up and unclasped her bra. Damon took advantage, sliding his hands between the fabric and her body to stroke her breasts. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, pulling and pinching and drawing out a moan.

Her tongue slid up and down his shaft, coating him in her saliva as he stroked her breasts.

Her eyes fluttered shut and Tony reached back between her legs. She moaned and Damon grinned. What could get better than this?

They had the woman of their dreams pinned between them, her pleasure mounting with every stroke of their hands. She’d take all they could give her and want more. It was better than he’d ever thought possible.

Daphne moaned again as Tony worked her clit and she opened her eyes. Her mouth was stuffed full of Damon’s cock and as she slid down his shaft to take him deep, she came.

His eyes brimmed with lust and love and adoration as her mouth gave him unspeakable pleasure.
Damn
. He’d never be able to show her his gratitude. But he could try. All night long.

Fuck
. Daphne shuddered into his palm, her juices coating his fingers before he’d even licked up a single drop.

This woman was the best part of him.

He wanted to be inside her with her muscles clamped around his shaft as she came. He wanted to look into her eyes as they glazed over, full of love.

Tony tugged her body back and Damon’s cock sprang free of her lips. It bobbed in the air and Tony knew exactly how they’d claim her. How they’d make her theirs. Forever.

He picked her up and her legs automatically hooked around his waist.

“What are you doing?”

He gripped her under her thighs. “Tell me you love me.”

“I love you.” She kissed his lips and Tony lowered her down onto his cock. She moaned into his lips.

“I’ll pull out when I’m close.”

“No. I’m on the pill. Come inside me.”

He searched her face. “Are you sure?”

“Completely.”

God, this woman. He rocked her up and down on his cock as Damon stood up behind her.

He reached into the bedside table and came back to kiss her shoulder. “I thought we lost you.”

“You didn’t.”

Warm, slippery lube trickled down her ass and coated Tony’s shaft as he pumped her up and down.

Damon stepped closer. “I never want to feel that panic again.”

He positioned himself behind her and Daphne cried out.

Damn. Damon claimed her ass and Tony could feel his cock as it nudged deeper and deeper. Their bulbous tips danced with each other as he rocked her body up and down.

Damon reached out and helped hold her up. Between the two of them, they worked into a rhythm, moving Daphne’s body like a boat on the ocean. Up and down, side to side.

She moaned like the waves crashing ashore, high and low. Over and over.

Tony would never stop wanting her. Loving her. With Daphne between them, he was finally home.

Oh my God.
Damon and Tony lifted and lowered her on their cocks and she could barely hold on. Tony’s bare length full and hot inside her. Damon’s thick shaft buried where only he had gone before.

Tears slipped down her face. This moment was everything. Damon shuddered behind her and swelled inside her. Tony bit back a groan and pulled her down onto their cocks.

As both men released, pleasure washed over her. Cascading waterfalls of bliss. Joy. Unfettered delight.

This was the life she was meant to have. This kind of love.

Damon stepped back and Tony carried her to the bed. He laid her down and both men climbed up on either side. She’d walked onto a cruise ship and ended up in Midnight Cove. There was no spinning this story. Daphne had found her happily ever after and she didn’t care who knew it.

“
I
told you
, it’s a relationship cruise. It’s open to all types of partnerships—straight, gay, bi, multiples, everyone.”

She shook her head while the reporter on the line asked another question.

“No. It’s not like the singles cruise. It’s a relationship cruise. It gives people a chance to reconnect and rediscover why they’re together. Re-affirm their bonds, rebuild bridges. That sort of thing.”

She laughed.

“Yes, there’s plenty of opportunities for sexy escapades. It’s a Stardust cruise, after all.”

Daphne hung up the phone and leaned back in her chair. What a whirlwind. First she’d moved in with Tony and Damon. Then she’d started up Cove PR. Then Ian had busted in with this great idea. What if they combined forces? A cruise unlike any other catered by Holly and Ian’s restaurant empire.

Tony and Damon ran with the concept and in a matter of weeks the new cruise was born. It had kept her busy around the clock. She’d never known how much she loved PR until this job.

No annoying clients. No scandals to cover up. Just two men who loved her and some of the best friends she’d made in years. Midnight Cove was more than a tucked away paradise. It was home.

Damon busted in the front door of her office with a pink box and a smile.

“Tell me that’s one of Holly’s cakes.”

He nodded. “Her latest creation. Chocolate fudge and vanilla swirl. She came up with it just for the cruise.”

Daphne opened her mouth and Damon popped a piece past her lips. “Oh my God. Tell her it’s amazing.”

“You can tell her yourself.” Tony cruised in and perched on the edge of the desk. “How about dinner tonight with the whole gang?”

“Do we have time?”

“Of course.” He turned to Damon. “I talked to Blake. They’re in.”

Daphne raised an eyebrow. “What about?”

Damon smiled. “We wanted to surprise you. They are coming on the first cruise as surf instructors.”

Daphne’s whole face warmed. “And Summer?”

“She’ll be there too. I think it’s like a second honeymoon for the three of them.”

What a first cruise it would be. All of their friends together for a week of fun. New activities. Favorite haunts. She couldn’t wait to try and climb that rock wall again. Or revisit that room in the club.

“Something naughty on your mind, dear?”

“What makes you say that?”

“You’re blushing.”

Daphne licked her lips. “I might have been remembering that room with the mirrored ceilings on the ship.”

Tony leaned close. “We could have them installed here if you’d like.”

“I think I’ll wait for the cruise.”

Damon caught her eye. “Promise?”

“For you? Anything.”