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“Oh!” I moan.
“No, I didn’t. Move your fingers faster, Rose. Find a rhythm that feels good, and don’t stop. Make yourself come, Rosie, just like I showed you,” Nash demands. And I do as I’m told.
The sparks of pleasure from my clit and Lorenzo pinching my nipple make me cry out, much too loudly, as the pleasure builds and then explodes like white-hot heaven.
My orgasm hasn’t faded when Ren snatches my boy shorts off my hips, exposing my sex to the cool air.
I don’t protest when Ren shoves my hand away, burying his face between my thighs, and ravishes my clit with his tongue.
One hand is still on my breast, pinching my nipple, and the other is gripping my thigh, holding me steady. He releases my thigh, pressing a thick finger to my entrance.
“Fuck her with your fingers, Ren. Make her scream your name,” Nash growls, making me moan.
I arch into Ren’s mouth, thrusting my hips up into his eager tongue as I chase a second orgasm.
“Tell him what you feel,” Ren demands before returning to my needy clit.
“F-fuck…so good. I’m so close. Don’t stop.” I’m panting, grinding against Ren, and moaning in seconds. “I’m coming! Fuck, Ren, I’m coming!”
“Jesus, fuck, Rose,” Ren says as he sits back, wiping his hand across his lips.
“Your turn?” I ask, eager to learn. “Teach me how to suck your cock.” I bite my lip, looking down at the bulge in his pants.
“Sweet heaven. You’ll be the death of mankind, woman. Get your perky pierced tits out of my room,” Ren groans as he climbs off the bed and retreats to the corner farthest from me. I pout.
“When did you get them pierced?” Nash husks through the phone, and Ren grunts.
I got that done over a year ago, on my twenty-first birthday, hoping it would help get me laid. It did not. Men have to see and/or touch your breasts to know your nipples are pierced, so no such luck.
“Radioactive Kryptonite,” Nash hisses before my screen lights up, alerting me that he’s hung up.
“Thank you?” I say, but it sounds like a question. What do I say after something like that?
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
“Wasted on You” by Morgan Wallen
ROSE
“Just get over there and introduce yourself,” Holden says, nodding to the wall of manly sexiness standing a few feet away at the bar. I sigh heavily, swiping another shot off the bar and throwing it back.
We’re on a cruise ship for the next four days. Just me, Holden, Nash, and Ren. Oh, and you know, my stepfather and my mother and my big brother by ten minutes, Phoenix.
“Ack!” I hiss at the burn, shaking my head as I try to shake the sour look off my face. Not sexy. “That's easy for you to say, you’re a confident sex god! All you have to do is look in a woman’s direction, and she falls at your feet,” I complain. “Besides, I haven't had enough to drink. I’m not prepared to be rejected yet. Way too sober for that shit.” I shake my head, turning to look over at Holden. I glare when I see the smirk on his sexy face.
It’s been two weeks and two days since Ren went down on me, and none of them will touch me. Or coach me. Or do any of the things I begged for. Until tonight, when I announced I was headed to the bar to pick up a hottie. All of a sudden, all three of them decided I needed coaching.
It helps that Nix is being an absolute shithead that insisted on bringing his girlfriend on our family vacation. Milly got swept up into my brother’s bullshit, and now here we are, avoiding them.
My eyes trace over Holden. Six foot five, piercing blue eyes, brown hair, and tattoos for days, Holden Rays is like a wet dream. The stepbrother straight out of a romance novel. I want to climb him like a fucking squirrel climbs a tree.
Hm, maybe I am drunk enough…
Lorenzo chuckles behind me, and I spin to shoot my glare at him next.
“You hush. Mister tall, dark and sexy,” I hiss, waving a hand at his form, and he snorts. He’s got pouty lips and these sweet, sad brown eyes that make him look like an innocent puppy. I know the truth, though.
The memory of those eyes looking up at me from between my spread thighs has me shivering, and not from the cold.
