Nessa’s cheeks turn red as Grant looks proud.
“We fucked on the balcony. It was great. You two should try it.”
Katie starts coughing next to me as if she’s choking.
I slap my hand on her back. “You okay, babe?”
“Yep.” She managed to cough out before taking a drink of her water.
I smirk at her before looking back to Grant. “That sounds like fun. What happened to saving it for the wedding night? All that shit about it making it even better going celibate for a month before the wedding and all.”
Nessa pipes up. “It was a futile attempt. Grant is a horn dog and happens to know exactly what to do to turn me on. Being stuck on a ship with him for two weeks? I was doomed to fail.”
We all laugh at that.
“What about you two? What did you get up to?”
I’m about to respond when Katie surprises me. “We watched a movie. Dominic here fell asleep. Then I woke him up and sucked his dick while he ate me out. All in an afternoon’s work.”
Nessa chuckles. “Yeah, right. You would never.”
Katie shrugs. “You’ll never know for sure.”
Barrett decides to interject, making me want to punch him. “Come on, Katie. We all know you don’t give blow jobs. I think the entire time we dated, I only got you to give me one once. It wasn’t even that good.”
I’m worried she’s hurt, but she pipes back at him, “Well maybe if you ever ate my pussy the way Dom does, then I’d have been more willing to suck your dick. Besides, my mom always taught me to keep small things out of my mouth. They are choking hazards.”
The entire table erupts into laughter, making Barrett fume. He doesn’t get a chance to respond because it’s onto the dinner portion of our meal.
Leaning down, I nip at Katie’s shoulder, getting her attention.
“I’m proud of you, baby doll.”
She smiles before turning back to her sister.
I’m a fucking goner for this chick.
12
DAY FIVE: SEA DAY
“Katie,you have to come watch the movie with us,” Nessa urges me.
I roll my eyes at her tactics.
I don’t want to watch a movie with the group. I want to go back to the room and finish what we started before dinner.
It was hard sitting next to Dominic all dinner. His hands never left my skin for long. If he wasn’t running his fingers across my bare back, then his hand was on my thigh. It was so intimate and drove me insane.
I’m not even really sure what we talked about at dinner other than the pineapple discussion. The only reason I remember that is because of the way Dominic confidently ordered pineapple juice the rest of dinner.
I’m dying to know if it worked. I want to taste him again.
“I can fake a stomachache so we can go back to the room,” Dominic whispers in my ear as his hands trail down my back.
He jerks back when Nessa pushes him.
“Hands off, sir. I need my sister tonight. This is my bachelorette cruise. That means she has to spend time with me.”