Three's A Cruise

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  Three’s a Cruise

  ISBN # 978-1-78184-328-4

  ©Copyright Becca Jameson 2013

  Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright April 2013

  Edited by Eleanor Boyall

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  This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

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  Published in 2013 by Total-E-Bound Publishing, Think Tank, Ruston Way, Lincoln, LN6 7FL, United Kingdom.

  Warning:

  This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a heat rating of Total-e-burning and a sexometer of 2.

  This story contains 44 pages, additionally there is also a free excerpt at the end of the book containing 5 pages.

  THREE’S A CRUISE

  Becca Jameson

  When a dream vacation gets an unexpected bonus anything is possible…

  Haley and Jordan are about to embark on their dream vacation, a cruise out of Miami, Florida. Arriving a night early, they head for a local bar where they meet the sexy Nathan and engage in an unexpected threesome.

  Nathan has also arrived in Miami tonight by coincidence. He has to work tomorrow, but tonight he intends to let his luck at finding the two lovers drag him away from responsibilities.

  After Nathan flees in the night, Haley and Jordan have no hope of ever seeing him again. But fate has a way…

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  Chapter One

  “I’m so glad we did this,” Haley shouted over the roar of the bar music. She glanced around at the Miami crowd. The dimly lit place was packed with an eclectic variety of Friday-night patrons. Everyone from the suits who came straight from work to young girls in denim miniskirts and tight crop tops filled the dance floor and squeezed around each other, vying for a table.

  “Did what, hon?” Jordan smiled at her, a wry grin on his face. “Went out for a drink?” He chuckled. “Baby, if that’s all it takes to make you happy, we can go out every night.”

  Haley glared at him, but all in fun. “Ha ha. Arrived at the port a night early, doofus.” She swatted her boyfriend playfully on the arm. “I feel so much more relaxed knowing we are already here so we can’t miss the ship in the morning.”

  “You’re right.” Jordan took her in his arms and kissed her soundly on the lips. “As usual. I would never doubt you. Now, do you want to dance…or just stand here?” He nibbled a path to her ear. How could she refuse that?

  “Let’s do it.” Haley nodded towards the floor, grabbed Jordan’s hand, and headed that way. She squeezed into the throng of dancers and shook her hair back, peeling a few strawberry blonde strands from her cheek.

  After several songs, Jordan leaned in to speak to her. “Gonna hit the men’s room. I’ll be right back.”

  “’K.” With so many people bouncing around the floor to the popular pop hits, it didn’t really matter who was with whom.

  Haley lifted her arms in the air, shimmied to the beat, and let her eyes close partway. All she wanted right that minute was to relax and begin to enjoy their vacation.

  One week. Seven nights and seven days out on the open water. No responsibilities. No work phone calls. Just endless stretches of deep blue water and white-capped waves. The idea was so luxurious, she smiled to herself.

  “Hey, gorgeous. Mind if I join you?” The deep gravelly voice dragged Haley from her personal reverie. She opened her eyes wider to peek at the owner of the voice.

  Dark brown eyes peered down at her from very close to her face. The owner of that delightful chocolate gaze was a tall man with wavy brown hair and suntanned skin. His mouth was lifted at one corner in a half smile and his eyebrows rose in question.

  He was sex on a stick. Haley licked her lips and nodded. “Sure.” She squeezed a few inches to one side to make room for the muscular hunk and resumed her dance moves.

  Haley knew she was fit and attractive. First of all, Jordan told her so daily, and second of all, this wasn’t the first time she’d been hit on in a bar. She didn’t mind, especially when the stud doing the hitting was as sexy as this guy.

  When the fast-paced song ended, there was a pause in the music. Warm hands wrapped around Haley’s midriff from behind. She knew those hands. Jordan’s breath tickled her ear as he spoke. “I slip away for one minute and you find someone else.” His words were playful, teasing.

  Jordan held his hand out to the stranger. “Jordan, and you are?”

  Jordan squeezed Haley up close to himself, his arm resting right under her breasts. Damn him. He knew that drove her crazy. She heaved in several breaths while she watched the stranger take Jordan’s proffered hand reluctantly.

  “Nathan. Sorry, dude. I didn’t realise she was with someone.”

  “No apology necessary. She’s her own woman. Besides, I enjoy watching her dance. I’m gonna go get a beer.” Jordan nodded towards the bar. “Either of you want anything?”

  Nathan stared Jordan down, his eyes narrowing while Haley bit her lip. Would the man take the bait? She and Jordan had engaged in threesomes several times in the past, but it wasn’t always easy to find a willing partner to join them. A delicately balanced conversation often ended in disaster.

  Haley held her breath, thankful for the lull in the pounding music of the bar. She glanced to the stage and noticed that the band seemed to be switching out.

  Finally, a slow smile spread across Nathan’s face. His eyes widened to a more normal size. “You want me to dance with your woman while you go buy me a beer?” He tested the water.

  “That’d be perfect. Haley is insatiable. She can out dance anyone. I’d love the break.” The double meaning didn’t go unnoticed by Haley. Insatiable my ass. Did Nathan catch his insinuation too?

  Without waiting for a response, Jordan leaned around Haley’s shoulder and kissed her briefly on the lips. As he sauntered away, he let one hand trail all the way down her arm until just their fingertips touched before he released her. He even winked.

  A quick glance in the direction of the confused newcomer showed his gaze penetrating her. Nathan had not seen Jordan’s gesture.

  As though on cue, music began to play once more. A slow song.

  “For all you lovers out there tonight,” beamed through the microphone. A cringing squeak came from the speakers and then a soft melody began.

  Nathan hesitated, but Haley didn’t let him slip away. She could practically taste him already. He stood so close, their bodies touched. His huge body warmed the space around her. She loved a large muscular frame…and so did Jordan. He smelt delicious, either his cologne or some spicy aftershave enticing her.

  Haley ran both hands up his chest and settled her forearms on his shoulders. She pasted what she sincerely hoped was a seduc
tive smile on her lips. “Are we going to dance, or just stand here?”

  The man was a statue, still frozen and stunned. Finally, he gave a quick shake of his head as if to clear it and grinned down at her. “Who am I to question my good fortune?”

  Nathan pulled her in tight, his wide palm spanning the space between her short tight blouse and the low waist of her jeans.

  Haley sucked in a breath. Warm fingers teased her bare skin, his thumb and pointer drawing languid circles in the hollow of her back. Her nipples pebbled under the thin lace of her bra, standing at attention. If she leant forward one more inch, she’d be able to press them into his firm pecs.

  As it turned out, Nathan did that for her. His silky navy shirt slipped easily against her own cropped white blouse, torturing her as they danced.

  The man could move. Once he got over the initial shock of the arrangement she had with her boyfriend, he relaxed into the best dance partner she’d been with in a long time, except for Jordan, of course.

  Nathan’s free hand strayed up Haley’s back until he tangled it into the curls at the nape of her neck. “I love your hair. It’s so long and the shade is mesmerising. It’s what caught my eye when I came in.”

  Thank God for the slow music and the lower volume or Haley never would have been able to hear Nathan’s soft words as they wafted through her hair and into her ear from several inches above her. She had to crane her neck to stare up into his face. A wave of his hair hung over one side of his forehead almost covering his eye. When he shook it back, it fell immediately into the same spot.

  “Thanks.” Jesus, it had been a long time since she’d fallen for another man. Even when she and Jordan found a third to spend the evening with, the attraction was never this blatant.

  Where would this interesting evening lead? Would Nathan in all his obvious manly security be willing to spend a night with her and Jordan? It would be the ideal way to spend the evening before their cruise. Thousands of miles from home and about to leave in the morning—they’d never see the man again.

  Perfect. Right? Why did that idea already sadden Haley? She didn’t know this Nathan from Adam. She really shouldn’t be salivating over him so. He could be an axe murderer for heaven’s sake.

  No way.

  Those eyes of his seemed to penetrate into her soul as he watched her. She’d never believe he was evil or had any ill intent. He was just a guy out for the evening, probably a local from Miami, out to have a good time. And what good luck for Haley. And Jordan.

  The slow song ended and one with a faster pace began. Haley moved to the music, shaking her ass back and forth in time to the beat.

  Nathan chuckled. “Girl, you can sure move.”

  Oh, you have no idea.

  Could she be the luckiest woman on earth tonight? Where did Nathan’s tastes lie? Did he go both ways? It didn’t really matter how far he was willing to go. Jordan and Haley were flexible in their liaisons. Even when they visited fetish bars, they met all types of people. Their tastes ranged from voyeurism to bisexual interludes. Anything in between was tantalising. If Nathan wanted to watch, that would get Haley off all by itself. If he were willing to join in with either or both of them, even better.

  Haley was sure of one thing—she’d always be safe. Jordan was a cop. The man went nowhere without a weapon. Under no circumstances would she ever be in danger.

  And Nathan didn’t strike her as the dangerous type.

  Haley danced around him, seductively shimmying her ass and thrusting her breasts out. When she got behind him, her hands trailed up his firm butt and settled on his waist for a moment. She glanced at the bar. She needn’t have. Jordan’s gaze pierced them even from that distance. The man would be salivating, though this time she wasn’t sure the allure was mostly her. Nathan, with his muscles, height and tan, was just Jordan’s type.

  Haley hoped for Jordan’s sake that the man wouldn’t turn them down and would be willing to play a bit. Sure enough, Jordan’s penetrating gaze was locked on the dancing couple. He clutched a beer in his hand, but he didn’t lift it to his mouth. Haley’s inner devil smiled as she continued the charade, performing for her boyfriend the best way she knew how.

  Two faster dances played before Haley felt parched. “Shall we go find that beer?”

  Nathan kissed her palm and led her off the floor. He didn’t hesitate. It was a good sign. Firmly gripping her hand, Nathan tugged her through the throng of patrons to the bar.

  When Haley could finally see around the man’s wide expanse of shoulders, they were right in front of Jordan. He smiled and handed them each a glistening bottle of cold beer. “Cheers.”

  Jordan sat on a high stool, his legs spread several inches apart. She’d seen that stance before. He always assumed it when he needed to accommodate a hard-on.

  Nathan took a long swig from the bottle while Haley watched his Adam’s apple bounce up and down. She itched to lick her tongue up that line of his neck.

  When he’d quenched his thirst sufficiently, he settled his gaze on the two of them. “Do you guys do this often?”

  “What? Dance?” Jordan grinned, a knowing expression slanting his eyes as he raised his brows in mock confusion.

  “Pick up a third.” Nathan was blunt. His gaze didn’t falter.

  Oh, he was on board all right. If he’d not been, he’d have glanced away. Instead he stared them both down, gazing from one to the other. Challenging them.

  Haley’s pussy wept. Moisture filled her lace thong and seeped into her jeans. She had to squirm to alleviate the pressure against her clit. Why had she chosen such tight jeans tonight?

  She set a palm on Jordan’s thigh and gripped with all her might. She wanted this. His leg tensed. He reached his hand behind her and squeezed her ass. He wanted it too.

  “Not often, but yes, we have on occasion—when the right person comes along.” Jordan pointedly avoided saying ‘man’. Sure, they usually did threesomes with another man, but it wasn’t mandatory. Sometimes a woman struck their fancy as well.

  If she were honest with herself, Haley would have to say she preferred a man. There was nothing more earth-shattering in the orgasm department than having two strong men break her down to the least common denominator. The more dominated she felt, the harder she came—and in succession, the orgasm was even more forceful for Jordan. He claimed to enjoy sex more when Haley was the most satisfied.

  The deep gaze coming from two partners as they sent Haley over the edge of the abyss could shatter her world into tiny pieces until the fragments lay all over the room.

  Haley held her breath while she waited for this scene to play out.

  Nathan cleared his throat. “I assume you two are on vacation. Do you have a room nearby?”

  “We do.” Jordan stood. It was all the answer he’d needed. Turning, he laid a few bills on the counter behind him.

  Haley let her hand rest on Jordan’s ass as he spun back around. She tucked her fingers into his pocket in her usual manner and her nerves calmed when he lifted his arm and wrapped it around her shoulders.

  Jordan nodded and led the way out of the bar. He hailed a taxi and in moments the three were settled in the back seat of the yellow cab. Each man set a hand on one of Haley’s thighs. They sucked all the air out of the car and left her gasping for breath. The driver never raised a brow. It was Miami. He’d seen it all.

  Thank God the hotel was close. Haley didn’t think she could have ridden much farther with those ten fingers toying with her through her jeans. As if they’d discussed it ahead of time, Jordan and Nathan swirled and rubbed between her thighs in tandem, neither reaching her centre, both leaving her panting and needy by the time they reached their destination.

  Would Nathan be as attentive to Jordan as he was to her? A glance at his face as they exited the taxi showed Nathan staring at Jordan’s ass encased in his favourite fuck-me jeans. The worn denim always hugged his butt perfectly, driving Haley bonkers when he wore them.

  The elevator ride
to the fifteenth floor was quiet. Jordan held Haley’s hand, but Nathan didn’t reach for her. After getting pawed in the taxi, she was bereft of his contact.

  Haley clenched her legs together, only relaxing them when it became necessary to walk again.

  Not releasing her hand, Jordan juggled the key card to their room, unlocked it and pushed the door open. Both Haley and Nathan crossed the threshold as Jordan held the door.

  The room was nice. Not exquisite, but more than they needed for one night in Miami. Haley was glad they’d got it now. They both worked hard all year and deserved a glamorous vacation now and then. Jordan kept odd hours as a detective and Haley put in over fifty hours most weeks as an accountant. When they kicked back, they meant business.

  Chapter Two

  Wind blew into the room through an open glass sliding door, the sheer white curtain billowing in the cool evening breeze.

  “I love the Miami weather.” Nathan stepped towards the balcony and held the curtain back to gaze out at the city lights. “The view is spectacular from here.” Breathtaking, if he was honest.

  “That it is.” Nathan turned his head towards Jordan’s voice and found Jordan’s gaze roaming up his frame. Piercing brown eyes appraised Nathan from the bottom up. He should have felt self-conscious, but instead his skin heated under Jordan’s steady gaze.

  The man was smaller than Nathan, but most people were. He was still solid, well-built. Obviously he worked out. His hair was nearly black and cropped short. He reminded Nathan of a marine. Hell, perhaps he was. Nathan wasn’t about to ask. The less he knew the better.

  He didn’t live in Miami. Hell, these folks didn’t either. They were on vacation for heaven’s sake. He’d never see them again. No sense muddying the waters with a closet full of information. He was here to fuck and get fucked, not swap life stories.