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It would be nice to sleep here under the stars.
“I didn’t take you for a romantic, Cap.” That came from Enzo, but again Cam surprised them, by letting out a quite laugh. They laid there for a long moment, enjoying the breeze. Then Cam’s face returned to his usual grim expression.
“First we need to talk about this rum you can take us to, in Nassau,” he told her.
“All right.” She sat up, reaching for her shirt, needing to be dressed for this conversation. She wished they could stay as they were instead of having to think about her brother. She wished they could go back to five minutes ago when her entire world was reduced to making love with these two men. She looked at them almost in awe. Cam was shirtless and next to him Enzo lay on the wooden platform, naked as a babe. His skin displayed the evidence of their sexual games. A bite mark on his shoulder, traces of her nails on his chest. Her sex throbbed from what they’d done already and still she wanted more.
Enzo told her he’d talked to Cam about her brother, about the rum. But she hadn’t shared all the details with either of them. Rosalía also understood that Cam suspected there was more to her escape from home than she’d shared. She assumed that was part of the reason he wanted to leave her in Nassau. But they could help each other. All three of them could make a go of this.
“There are a thousand bottles of Caña Brava Gold Reserve,” she finally told the two men. “I’ll take you to them.”
Both of them were sitting up now, looking at her with alert eyes. The lazy afterglow of their lovemaking was fully gone, replaced with cautious interest. These were no longer the lovers she’d reveled in a moment ago. These were men who’d had to survive in a hard world and didn’t play with their livelihoods.
“We can’t just help ourselves to your brother’s rum,” Cam told her, his expression shuttered. “Who’s to say Santo won’t come after us, after you?”
She was prepared for this question, was glad to hear Cam’s instincts were sharp.
“In theory he could.” She shrugged, forcing herself to be honest. From what she knew of Cam, he would likely appreciate her not dismissing potential trouble. “But he has no idea where I am. I made sure I didn’t leave a trace.” She truly had. There was no one in her house who knew exactly where she’d gone. Only that she’d left one morning and had not returned. “Besides, if anything, he’ll go looking for me in Paris.” They both frowned at that, making her laugh. “I’ve been hinting at how much I want to go there for months. Made a point of expressing how I never really took to the idea of New York. I even purchased passage on a steamer leaving Havana for France to throw his scent off my real destination.”
Enzo’s mouth tipped up, giving him the appearance of the Cheshire cat. “You little devil,” he said, seemingly impressed.
He pushed up on his hands and leaned in to kiss her. She parted her lips for his tongue and immediately lost herself in him. She simply could not resist the temptation of Enzo, even in the middle of a serious conversation. They pulled apart after a deep, sensual mingling of tongues, and she dazedly let her gaze drift to the trail of blond hair on his belly and farther down to his prick. He noticed and licked his lips, which earned him a disapproving growl from Cam, who grabbed her and sat her on his own lap.
“No more fucking until we’ve talked this out.”
She pouted and Enzo frowned, but they both obeyed Cam’s order, nonetheless. The man was finally listening, and they could always go back to the fun parts after they had a plan.
“The warehouse in the cove belongs to a friend of my brother. He came to pick up the rum after my dad died.” A wave of sadness washed over her at the thought that she was alone in the world now. But, as if they could sense her pain, both men began comforting her: Cam by tightening his arms around her and Enzo by pressing kisses to her cheeks, her forehead, her lips.
“It’s all right, belleza. We’ll take care of you,” her blond lover promised, and she let the words wash over her. She even let herself believe them.
“Benny Castille is his name” she finally said, and Cam made a sound of recognition. Not surprising. Castille was a big fish in the rum-running pond of the Caribbean. He also owned nightclubs, which had seen a boom in business since moneyed Americans had to find places where they could drink with impunity.
“I know Benny,” Cam confirmed.
“I heard he has his own fleet of cruisers now. Big Joe was in a funk for days after he heard that,” Enzo added.
She nodded and rolled one of her nipples with her fingers just to keep the men panting a little. It gave her much better footing if the blood flow in both their brains was a little depleted by their erections.
“He uses the same cove as Santo to hide large stashes of spirits he either intercepts or collects as payment for allowing certain distillers to run the bottles through his territory. When he came to the house I overheard him giving my brother the directions to the cove. I wrote them down.”
Cam kissed her neck for that, then licked along it after he was done. She was practically purring from the attention.
“Good girl,” the captain praised, and she snuggled into him and ran her fingers through Enzo’s hair, since he had his head on her lap now.
“He told Benny he’d be there to get them next month, so they should still be there,” Rosalía explained. “Half the bottles are mine. He took them right from under my nose. I was resigned to the fact he’d stolen everything from me.” She wasn’t speaking to either of them, just unburdening herself of everything she’d been holding on to. “I couldn’t fight him. I was sure he’d kill me if I did, so I let him believe I didn’t care. Just tried as much as I could to be invisible.”
Enzo popped his head up from her lap, his amber eyes blazing with fury.
“I hate that you went through that, belleza.” He took her hand and kissed her palm, then turned to Cam. “How do we scope out the cove, make sure Ferrer hasn’t gotten there before us?” Then to her: “Could that be where he is right now, checking on or something?”
“He’s in Havana. He said it was to deal with an emergency.” It was true that with her brother, one never knew if he was telling a lie. But he had been doing a lot of business there in the past year.
“All right,” Cam said with nod. “We’ll arrive tomorrow sometime in the early afternoon. Butter, Rolly, and I can do some reconnoitering about the security, and then we’ll make a plan to get the bottles.” He lifted her so she was facing him and dipped his head to take one of her nipples in his mouth. Immediately, that molten feeling invaded her limbs, her core. She wanted to be done with conversation and let these two men make her forget everything again.
“And then we can all start over in New York.” She could not help the yearning in her voice when she said it.
“You sure you want to stay on this boat, with two men raring to fuck you ten times a day?” Cam teased, an easy grin on his face.
