“Shit, sweetheart, I’m close.”
“Awesome,” she breathed underneath me, and I could feel the tips of her tits bouncing to the rhythm of her movements.
And then it happened.
My cock shot white congratulatory confetti at her breasts for making me come. This was hands-down the best orgasm I’d ever had. And I’d had many.
I plopped beside her, jerking her into my arms and kissing her forehead.
“That was amazing.”
For the next few minutes, she didn’t talk. Just pressed herself against me.
After a few moments, her breathing became slow and shallow, and I realized she’d fallen asleep.
In my arms.
It was almost romantic, if it wasn’t for the soft snores coming from her little nose.
Or for the fact that my cock was now completely happy, but something else inside me sure wasn’t.
My entire life, I’d never slept in.
My body wasn’t programmed to sleep beyond six-thirty A.M.
From a young age, I’d had school, football practices, Sunday mass, summer jobs, volunteer work. You name it, I woke up early for it.
So, of course, the one and only time I slept in, something catastrophic happened.
The first signs of disaster occurred around the time I realized there was someone who was not Tennessee inside the room, while I was lying on my stomach, my ass completely visible to whoever was there.
“Hello, Mrs. Costello! We have good news for you and your husband.”
“You do?” I heard Tennessee ask. “What is it? Did Mrs. Warren have a stroke?”
I turned my head slowly at the same time I dragged the cover over my ass. Not that I wasn’t proud of my buns of steel, but flaunting them was pure vanity.
The staffer let out an uncomfortable giggle.
“No, Mrs. Warren is fine. Your husband has expressed his desire to leave the cruise early and move from the Elation to the Ecstasy. We told him that it might not be doable. Well, we are extremely happy to inform you that it is. We’ll be making a stop at Green Turtle Cay in a few hours, where you will be able to switch cruises. I took it upon myself to check with the control center aboard the Ecstasy personally, and they can accommodate you. We only ask that you check out by eleven, so we can get all the paperwork ready.”
There was a brief silence, followed by the sound of Tennessee clearing her throat.
I felt like a complete jackass.
Not that she didn’t know I’d tried to get off of this ship when we had just found out we were stuck together, but the timing couldn’t have been more horrible.
To be honest, I didn’t even want to join our families at this point.
Now that I had Tennessee all for myself, the prospect of rubbing and licking each other’s genitals for six more days seemed much more appealing than playing golf and bridge with Wyatt and Dad.
“Thank you.” I caught my childhood crush standing straight as a ruler in front of the representative, wearing one of her trashy before outfits. “I appreciate it. We’ll make sure to check out on time.”
After she closed the door, Tennessee began packing her things silently. I flipped on my back, my cock swinging up, ready to reacquaint itself with Turner again.
Shut up, cock. We have bigger fish to fry.
“It was before,” I said hoarsely.
“I don’t care.” She was stuffing all of her old clothes into her bag but made no move to take the new ones I’d bought for her.
“I had no idea we were going to hit it off. Or that you felt anything other than pure disgust toward me.” I sat up, running a hand through my hair.
“Desire is not a good enough feeling to lose family time over.” She shrugged, trying to look unfazed. “And it doesn’t matter, anyway, because it was going to end in six days. So really, who cares?”
I did.
I cared.
“We can forget this conversation happened,” I suggested.
I meant the one with the cruise staffer.
“Sure. Or the days before that,” Tennessee said, referring to the talk we were having right in that moment.
There was no more talk after that when we checked out, got off the Elation, and boarded the Ecstasy.
Some ecstasy it was.
Later that evening, Tennessee and I were sitting around a large dining table, joined by the rest of our families. I sat in one row with Wyatt, Mom, and Dad, and she was with her own parents, Trinity, and Bear.
Bear looked so much like Rob, I did a double take the first time I saw him. The kid was a replica of my ex-best friend, dimples, chestnut hair, and all.
He wore a denim shirt and black jeans, and I had to say, he looked like a well-off kid from a good family. It made me feel guilty that it surprised me.