“I wouldn’t say tracking. You haven’t had one since Christmas. That I do know.”
“You’re going to love me.”
Oh, pretty girl, I already do.
“I haven’t had a period in years,” she declared.
The pieces of the day’s events fell into place, and I finally learned my lesson. Both my sister and Jaxon had recommended talking to Hannah, and I silently vowed to work on our communication. Today could have easily been avoided if we’d had the more uncomfortable conversations earlier.
Grinding her ass onto my lap, Hannah begged, “Fuck me now. Please.”
God, she was perfect for me.
Growling, I flipped us over, pinning her against the bed. Lowering my mouth to her ear, I whispered, “Well, since you asked so nicely.”
Skimming my lips down her body, I smiled against her skin when I reached her hip bones. Taking the end of the string that held together her bikini bottom between my teeth, I pulled until it came undone, repeating the action on the other side.
Like magic, the stress of the day was erased when I caught a whiff of her unique scent.
Fuck, she smelled incredible.
Losing myself in her body, I was fully prepared to enjoy the rest of our vacation without any additional drama—no easy feat when Hannah was involved.
Chapter 19
Hannah
It was official. Iwas never leaving.
The yacht life had sucked me in; I was convinced this was the only way to live. The staff attended to our every need, and I was never without a drink in my hand. The minute I finished one, another magically appeared.
Right now, I was stretched out on the massive tanning pad on the yacht’s bow. The sun was high above us as we slowly made our way from Nassau to Jamaica, and with my eyes closed, it felt like I was wrapped in a warm blanket.
Natalie was lying beside me reading while Jaxon and Cal sat on lounge chairs, drinking beer and chatting, soaking up the sun. If you were looking for eye candy, you didn’t need to look much further. Shirtless, their muscles were on full display, and I had never been more thankful for the dark lenses of my sunglasses so I could ogle my man unnoticed.
Then, there were the tattoos visible on both men. Jaxon’s were sweet—his daughter’s name and footprints on one pec andNatalie’s older children’s birthdates and adoption dates on the inside of one bicep—but Cal’s were sexy. His right arm featured a half-sleeve from shoulder to elbow. The black ink swirled over his bulging muscles, the Norse symbols an homage to his Viking ancestry.
I bit my lip, thinking about how he had dominated my body last night, those tattoos front and center as he held his large frame over mine.
Liam joined us after a while, and Jaxon asked, “Where’s Amy?”
Dropping down into the open chair beside him, he took the beer Jaxon offered. “Napping. The jet lag hit her hard this trip. I haven’t seen it this bad since our first honeymoon when we zipped to the west coast and back in a single day.”
Natalie and I looked at each other. We both knew it wasn’t jet lag.
I could feel Cal’s eyes on me, so I lifted my sunglasses and gave him an imperceptible nod, confirming his silent question. I wasn’t betraying Amy’s confidence if he figured it out on his own.
Liam continued, “She couldn’t spend much time out here anyway. She burns quickly.” He spoke the truth. It was Amy’s plight as a redhead.
The crew brought us more drinks and a platter of snacks, placing it at the foot of the tanning pad. Natalie kept her e-reader in one hand while she snagged a bunch of grapes with the other.
Cal asked her, “What kind of tablet is that?”
Natalie’s eyes lit up. Cal had no idea the can of worms he’d just opened. “Oh! It’s not a tablet. It’s my e-reader. Jaxon got it for me for Christmas.” She flashed a smile at her husband. “He knows how much I love to read. I’ve been on Team Paperback for so long, but it’s hard when we travel. They are so bulky. This little thing can hold a thousand books! Can you believe that?And he got me this subscription service where I can download as many books as I want. Now, if only the authors would stop driving me crazy by jumping between series and write straight through. I can’t stand waiting two or three years for a series to conclude.”
I stifled a laugh. Natalie’s ranting wasn’t exclusive to when she was upset; it came out when she was excited, too. Pushing my sunglasses onto my head, I threw Jaxon a wink. The e-reader had been my idea and was clearly a huge hit.
Reading had always been Natalie’s escape, even when we were kids. She liked to lose herself in the pages, completely dependent on the happy ending she craved. I was glad she finally found hers after all these years.
