AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Hellooo,” she mocks in a loud honking voice. “You two should get a room, just not on the yacht, please.”
She takes Brynne’s left hand and looks for the ring.
“Oh, my goodness,” she says in a syrupy tone, trying to make Brynne the butt of a joke. “Did you lose it? Where did it go?”
Brynne laughs. She play-slaps Adrianne on her tulle-covered arm. “You are too funny,” she says, throwing Adrianne entirely off her game.
“How so dear?” Adrianne asks nervously, as she now captures the attention of most of her guests.
“Don’t you know the difference between pretend and real?” Brynne asks cryptically and leaves it at that.
“Apparently, I don’t,” she replies. She plasters a shallow smile on her face, but behind it, she is humiliated. She tried her best to embarrass Brynne, and it backfired. She waves people on, and the little klatch of Adrianne's followers breaks up and spreads out over the yacht.
Score one for Brynne. I take her hand. “You are brilliant,” I murmur.
“I don’t know that it takes brains to outfox her,” she says softly. “It does beg the question I ask myself whenever I meet someone like her. How do such miserable people get so much money?”
I guided us to the boat's bow so that I could enjoy her all to myself. “She got lucky once, I suspect,” I answer. “And then she’s resorted to trickery and manipulation ever since.”
Brynne turns to me, her sweet face flushed from the recent encounter with Adrianne. “Got it,” she says. It just seems wrong that bad behavior gets rewarded.”
She kisses me. Slowly. Languidly. I feel like I am 18 again, and she is the more schooled of us. My palms are even sweaty – something I haven’t experienced in years.
We migrated to the end of the boat. With the backdrop of the moonlit sea and the solitude of the bow – Adrianne didn’t request a bar at this section of the yacht – our kisses intensify. We clumsily search for a surface to set down our drinks. Our hands find one another. I am skimming her chiffon-encased body with my hands as my tongue slips inside her mouth for a deep kiss. Seeking. Searching.
She mews gently as her tongue delves into me. She rakes her fingers through my hair, as crazed for me as I am for her. She feverishly presses her exquisitely soft and pliant breasts against me, kissing me hungrily. We each throw ourselves fervently into our moment as though it may be our last.
“Oh, there you are!” Adrianne calls out, once again intruding with terrible timing. “Jack, I’ve invited Steve Greggs. Brody says your little fiancé is an environmentalist. I thought he would be an interesting guest for her to spend time with. I assumed she would have little in common with the other guests aboard, and I didn’t want to leave her with no one to talk to.” Adrianne made this announcement as if she expected us to be grateful for her “kindness.”
Brynne and I locked eyes, mutely communicating our disdain for our host.
“I am sorry I dragged you into this,” I murmur.
“I don’t mind,” she replies graciously. “If you promise to kiss me like that again.”
I am beginning to think that a life with Brynne is all I want. I have all the money in the world or might as well have. How much more do I possibly need – and for what?
Initially, I made fun of Todd, thinking he was taking the easy way out with his “chill and enjoy the moment” mentality. His lecture on what fools developers are for ruining nature’s beauty by building offices just because we could – not because they are needed – irritated me at first but now gives me pause. WhatamI hoping to accomplish by jacking up my blood pressure to get more money?
“Earth to Jack,” Brynne purrs. “Let’s go chat with this guy. Do our part. It’s why we came. And then we can decide to stay or get the hell out of here.”
She takes my hand, summoning my guidance as she navigates the deck in those spectacular shoes.
“My compliments to your dresser,” I say in a low, lascivious tone. “Those clothes were made for me. I mean, for you.”
She glances back at me wickedly and purposely stops in her tracks so I gently collide with her. Her sweet rump nestles perfectly against my groin.
“Dear God,” I murmur.
“Okay,” Adrianne bellows impatiently, watching our every move. “Save it.”
I snake my arm around Brynne’s slight middle and pull her to me, holding her until she recovers her balance. I slide my hand upward along her midriff so that my fingers graze her breasts. She grinds against me in response. Adrianne misses none of our walking flirtations. She stops waiting for us to catch up with her and stomps in a huff to Steve Greggs.
“Why is this guy important?” Brynne asks me under her breath. “My uncle knew him. They hung out at the inn all the time.”
As we approach Steve Greggs, he reaches out for Brynne.
“Dear Brynne,” he says warmly. “How have you been doing since John passed?”
