AMA: The Boyfriend: Chapter 97-110 (Double Release) (Patreon)

Chapter 97

The thing about kissing Wanda was that she was a giver. Now, in most sexual situations it’s fairly obvious how that appears, but when making out it was more of a vibe than anything else. She kissed like she wanted to impress. With her laying on top of me, she held my face still with a soft couple of fingers on each side of my jaw and she did all the work. At the same time her body rolled softly against mine as she pressed her hips and chest down against me.

I had one hand firmly on her ass, squeezing and needing that amazing cheek that was completely bare to my touch because of the micro bikini thong. My other hand slid up her back and wove into her hair, not holding her so much as just letting her know I could, and that made her groan happily through our kissing.

Cassidy didn’t move an inch, still pressed against my side in her bra and panties. She was stroking Wanda’s side softly and watching us with a big grin on her face.

Wanda kept kissing me, and I was getting hard and she started dry-humping her mound against it. That went on for a bit until she separated from me with a gasp.

“You are such a hot fucking slut,” I whispered to her with a grin. “I can’t wait to fuck your needy little hole.”

She grinned and shivered at the filthy words. I didn’t usually talk like that at all, even when Cassidy and I were really going at it. It was like I was turning on the filthiest part of my mind trying to remember nasty porn lines to turn Wanda on.

“I can’t wait for you to fill me up,” she said, biting her lower lip.

“I want these tits,” I said. She had arched her back to give some space between us and I let go of her ass and hair to palm her boobs over the ridiculous micro bikini top. They were smaller than Cassidy and Cattie’s, but not mosquito bites by any means. I wasn’t soft with them - I grabbed them firmly, letting my fingers dig into her skin a bit and running my nails across the exposed breasts.

“Fuck, Tiger,” she groaned. “Do whatever you want with them.”

“Should he suck on them?” Cassidy asked from beside us.

“Mhmm,” Wanda nodded.

“What about bite them? Should he bite those needy little nipples raw?”

“Fu-huuuck, yes please,” Wanda groaned.

I leaned my head up and sucked on the inner curve of her breast kissing her roughly, then did the same to the other one. She put a hand in my hair to keep me between her tits.

“You know, if we weren’t on a working vacation and you had more shoots to do, I’d tell him to mark you with a hickey,” Cassidy told Wanda. “Then everyone would know that you were a slut who belonged to a stud.”

Wanda’s legs tightened against my hips at the idea. I reached around her again as I continued to roughly kiss her breasts and smacked my hand against her ass and held it there sliding my fingers into the crack and lower until I was teasing the little piece of fabric that was covering her pussy.

I pulled my face from her tits and lifted up, kissing her hard on the mouth again. Then I pulled away and lay back down, bringing her with me so I could whisper right into her ear. “You better not come, or you’re going to need to wait a whole extra day before I fuck you like the filthy slut you are. Only good girls get things they want.”

“OK,” she gasped. I was still teasing her through the bikini bottom, and she went back to kissing me desperately.

Cassidy didn’t move from us for the next fifteen or so minutes, just watching raptly as Wanda and I made out and I teased her pussy and ass without ever actually touching her holes.

The boat had stopped at some point and I hadn’t noticed, and more voices started to sound out in the hallway and living area outside our room. Wherever we were, it sounded like the boats had gotten docked together and breakfast was getting prepared out there.

We didn’t care. Wanda kept kissing me. I kept kissing and teasing her. I could feel the goosebumps on her skin. Her pussy had soaked her bikini bottom and my fingertips were coated with her natural lubricants.

That was when Cassidy finally moved, but only to get up on her knees and urge Wanda to slide up my body a bit. That gave Cass access to my briefs, which she pulled down and off of me. They had a precum wet spot on the as well from the dry humping we’d been doing. Now my cock was standing straight up, and Cassidy pulled Wanda back down until my cock was nestled against that slick patch of fabric between her legs, and then she went a step further and closed Wanda’s legs so that her softly muscled thighs were trapping my cock tightly.

“Fuck her thighs, Tiger,” Cassidy urged me. “Use her like a fucktoy. And you heard what he said, Wanda. No coming.”

I started to thrust as we kept kissing, and while it wasn’t a pussy or a mouth, fucking Wanda’s slicked thighs was as hot as a boob job.

She moaned, rotating her hips with my thrusts to give extra feeling, humping down at me as I thrust upwards. After so much teasing I wasn’t going to last long, and I reached down with both hands and grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling them apart so I could hotdog my cock between them.

Wanda squeaked and her lips stopped kissing me as she tensed, and I could tell she was trying her damndest not to come. The squeak turned into a soft, girlish grunt and she relaxed as the feeling passed, and as she soul-kissed me again I thrust a couple more times and then came. My hot cum launched out of me and splattered across her ass and lower back, dripping into the crack as I released four heavy jets and then dribbled out several more.

She let me breathe, kissing me lighter, through my orgasm and then she surprised me as she started to lick my lips almost like an animal for a minute. I released her cheeks from my hands and ran them up her back, hugging her to me more closely.

“That was fucking perfect,” I told her quietly. “You are an excellent sex toy. Were you a good girl, too?”

“God, it was hard but I was,” Wanda laughed softly.

“Tiger,” Cassidy said. “Do you want me to lick up your cum from her, or should she wear it out of here on her ass so everyone knows she’s your slut today?”

By the expression on her face I could tell that Wanda liked both ideas, but was also unsure about either of them. Doing this kind of stuff in private was one thing, but broadcasting openly was another. I kissed her quickly, trying to reassure her, and then turned to Cassidy. “Grab a wet cloth from the washroom and wipe us down, babe. Wanda might be our toy for tonight, but we’re not embarrassing her for the sake of it.”

“OK,” Cassidy nodded and went to get the cloth.

“Thanks,” Wanda said. “I would have if you wanted though.”

“I know,” I said. “I could see it on your face, and that’s fucking hot. But there’s a big difference between playing with you like you’re a worthless cumslut, and actually treating you like one. You are way more than just your kink.”

She smiled happily and hugged me, burying her face into my neck and kissing me softly. “Thanks for understanding that,” she whispered.

Chapter 98

We sent Wanda back across to her room with one of my shirts to help cover her micro bikini, though before she left she and Cassidy spent a minute in the bathroom together whispering together. Then Wanda, dressed in my shirt, gave me another little kiss and then darted out of the room.

“What was that about?” I asked Cassidy.

“Just making sure we can do everything we can to make you happy, Tiger,” Cassidy grinned at me. “Now, what do you want me to wear today?”

This was a new thing, Cass asking me more than just an opinion on one outfit or another, and I was finding it fun as she showed me different ideas she thought I would like. We settled on a bikini top that had some solid coverage that had cups that matched the violet colour of her dyed hair. Then we agreed on some high-waisted jean shorts, and she accessorized with a pair of little silver hoop earrings and a batman baseball cab with a bright yellow brim.

“You know, this is cute as fuck,” she said, looking at herself in the mirror. “I should get a batman bikini to go with the hat though.”

“That would be super cute,” I agreed, hugging her from behind as I sat on the edge of the bed.

She turned in my arms and tilted my face up so she could kiss me softly. “Still OK with everything?”

I nodded. “Wanda is-”

“She’s amazing,” Cassidy grinned. “I’m so glad we met her. And I can’t wait for you to fuck her properly. I bet she’s still wet, she’s so turned on by you.”

We finally made it out of the room and found the living area of our houseboat was awash with the ladies of the trip. Breakfast was buffet style in the kitchen, this time with lots of little breakfast sausages and several bowls of scrambled eggs with different ingredients mixed in. Cassidy and I shuffled through and got our plates of food, and I noticed that Wanda shot me a grin and a wink when she came out of her room as well. She was dressed in a blue athletic bra and a pair of baggy men’s athletic shorts and had a baseball cap on her head similar to how Cassidy was wearing hers.

“What did you do?” I asked Cassidy quietly.

“What do you mean?” Cass asked innocently. I just lifted an eyebrow and she chuckled. “OK. Cattie and I noticed you liked the cap look the other day, so Wanda and I discussed and we’ve decided that your girls are going to wear caps to show you how much we want to look hot for you.”

That was both ridiculously silly, but also a turn on and despite my recent release I could feel my cock twitch. I just kissed Cass on the cheek as my response, which made her grin all the wider since she’d been right that I would like it.

We ended up needing to find seating outside since the couch and tables were full, so we headed out and up to the top deck, but it turned out Cattie, Heather and Sherry were up there and looked like they were having an intense conversation - likely about us - so we back down the stairs and hung our legs in the lake water at the edge of the porch.

“Mm,” Cassidy nodded happily as she ate. “You know, I could get used to living like this.”

“Like what?” I asked her. “On a houseboat on a lake? Or surrounded by a bunch of women who take turns making meals and stuff?”

“I was talking about a houseboat on a lake, but I would definitely take the second option too,” Cassidy laughed. “It’s handy only being on cooking or dishes duty once in a while.”

“That’s true,” I said. I looked out over the lake - we weren’t out in the middle of it, but were a decent distance from the shore as well and it gave a feeling of serene isolation.

“I love you, Robbie,” Cassidy said, taking my hand. “And I’m sorry.”

I looked over to her and kissed her softly. “Love you too, Cass.”

Our moment wasn’t so much interrupted as just brought to an end by the sliding door opening up and Becca came out. It looked like she’d gotten some seconds with her plate only half full, and she slid the door closed behind her.

“Hey,” Cassidy smiled and waved. “Joining us?”

“I am,” Becca nodded, and I helped hold her plate and utensils as she sat down next to me. “God, it’s pretty out today.”

“It is,” I said.

“He’s trying not to say something corny like ‘But not as pretty as you,’” Cassidy giggled. “It’s his first instinct.”

“Corny but sweet,” Becca smiled.

“Well, in that case,” I said. “Yes. It is pretty out, but you outshine any pretty landscape.”

“See?” Cassidy laughed. “Told you.”

“You might be used to his flattery,” Becca said. “But it’s nice to hear a sincere compliment from someone I actually want one from. Creeps online don’t exactly make me feel the same way when they fawn over me.”

“Just so you know, I really want to kiss you right now but I’m not sure how you feel about that right in front of a room full of colleagues,” I told her.

“And that’s the kind of thoughtfulness that makes me fucking wet,” Becca said, putting her hand on mine for a moment and smiling. She leaned forward to talk around me. “Seriously, Cass. If you hadn’t already agreed to us hooking up, I would be trying to find some way to convince you two into a threesome.”

“Well it’s a good thing we’re in already, isn’t it?” Cassidy laughed. “Not nearly as much stress involved.”

“Is there a specific time you’re thinking?” I asked her. “Not to put a schedule on it or something.”

Becca shook her head. “Not sure, but we’re doing it today for sure. There’s some stuff we need to do this morning first though. Do you mind doing some boat piloting today?”

Chapter 99

I’d been vaguely aware of the gas gauge lowering on the houseboats as we drove around. The engines obviously took up the most gas usage, but the generators that gave us electricity even when we weren’t driving around used the same fuel tanks and after a few days of use they were starting to run dry.

We had a couple of options for refuelling. One of them was to spend half the day boating back to the Rental place and paying for gas there. The other was to go to one of the few boat-up gas bars on the lake, and one was about a half hour from us so that’s where we headed.

Once breakfast was most cleaned up, JC helped me disengage the houseboats from each other and I took command of the pilot’s cabin. Cassidy and Wanda joined me shortly after, though other than a quick hug and a peck on the lips we didn’t get up to any hanky panky or deeper conversations. I had boating to do, and we’d quickly developed an easy friendship with Wanda outside of the sexual tension.

They did, however, both giggle to themselves when I radioed with Becca that we were ready to go and I noticed that she’d changed since breakfast. She was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt with a ripped collar that went halfway down her abdomen and a white bikini top underneath - along with a baseball cap backward on her head.

“Really?” I asked.

“Oh yeah,” Cassidy nodded with a grin. “You think we organize something with your girls and don’t include Becca?”

The journey was through another beautiful day on the lake and soon all of the girls and JC were up on the top deck to enjoy the weather. It turned out that Zenya and Leia had hung out with Heels on our boat, and apparently Heather and Cattie were over on the single’s boat for the trip. Both of our guests came in to say hello, and I got hugs from both of them

The girls chatted away about work stuff - telling stories about the weird shit people messaged them, or the good and bad Cons they had been to, or tips for making different cosplay costumes. Leia and Zenya were bigger into the crafting side than Cassidy was, and Wanda pretty much just used commissioned costumes from other models since she said had two left hands when it came to crafty stuff.

Right around the time I’d been expecting Becca pulled us towards the shore and a stretch of buildings with a pair of docks. As we got closer I saw they were built right onto the edge of a small rock shelf with a pair of wooden docks running out into the water and splitting into T-shapes so small boats could moor up in the little port area they made while bigger boats like our could moor up at the ends. Six old-school gas pumps that looked like they’d been refurbished from the fifties were set up on the docks, and the land-side of the docks had a half dozen wooden steps up to a covered porch area where a diner, general store and the gas place shared space.

“Oh my God, this place is cute,” Leia said, looking out of the front window with me. She turned back to the others. “Seriously, we should do a quick shoot on these docks with the gas pumps. Did anyone bring retro outfits?”

Soon the girls - all of them - were rushing down into the boat to try and put together some outfit ideas and JC touched base with me before heading down to help tie us in once we arrived. Becca took the far dock, so I took the closest one and we both pulled up at the ends.

I shut off the engines and went to help JC secure us, then stepped out onto the dock and gave a big stretch.

“Hey there,” said a short, blonde woman as she came down from the shop's area. “Fill ‘er up?”

“Yup,” I said. “We’re tagged up with the other boat up there. A blonde named Becca should be who you’re looking for, she’s got all our info and is covering the gas.”

“Cool,” she said and set to work. Apparently, she knew our boats, or at least the make, because she immediately knew where to go to open up the tube to the gas tank, then she keyed on the gas pump and a loud hum of a pump started.

As she was working I tried not to glance over at her, but it was hard not to. She was probably around twenty and had the golden-kissed skin of someone who spent a lot of time outdoors. She was cute enough in the face, and she was wearing a yellow bikini top underneath an open button-down uniform shirt that looked like it belonged to a car shop. ‘Larry’ was on the fabric name patch on the breast, which I assumed wasn’t her name. But the thing I was trying not to stare at was her ass hanging out of the daisy duke shorts.

Sure, it wasn’t a Wanda-level ass. Or even Cattie. But it was half-out and on her short form looked particularly bouncy as she moved around.

She finished getting the gas flowing and turned. “I’ll head over and start the other boat and ask for Becca. Right?” I nodded and she smiled. “Cool. If anyone wants they are still serving breakfast up at the diner and the General Store is open. You’ll just need to wait for me to get up there to pay up.”

“Sounds good,” I said and watched her walk back down the dock and across to the other.

“She’s got a nice butt,” Cassidy said, and I jumped a little which made her giggle. “Sorry, Tiger.” She wrapped an arm around my waist, and I did the same with her shoulders.

“Not doing the impromptu shoot?” I asked.

“No,” she said, smiling softly. “I just want to spend some more time with you. Maybe check out the store, grab some snacks?”

“Sure,” I said, bending to give her a peck on the lips.

“You know, that gas girl is a snack herself,” Cassidy said as we started walking up the dock.

“I knew you were going to say that,” I sighed, making her laugh.

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Cassidy grinned at me, making a silly face as she tried on a pair of sunglasses.

“You know, you’re laughing but they look really good on you,” I said.

“Really?” she asked, then looked into the little mirror on the display. “I look like I’m a pilot in Top Gun.”

“And that’s not sexy?” I asked, which made her giggle.

“OK,” she said. “If you like them, I’ll get them.”

She turned and pursed her lips dramatically to ask for a kiss, and I obliged her. The bell on the front door of the General Store tinkled loudly as it opened, and the cute gas girl walked in followed by Cattie. Gas Girl headed for the main counter, while Cattie came over to us.

“Hey,” Cass said, reaching out to Cattie and taking her hand.

“Hi,” she replied, and turned to me and put a hand on my chest lightly. “Robbie, do you mind if I talk to Cass for a second?”

“Sure, hon,” I said and gave her a very platonic side hug. She led Cass back deeper into the store, and I wandered closer to the front to give them some privacy. I ended up browsing the snacks near the counter. “So,” I said to the Gas Girl, “Did you find Becca?”

“I did, thanks,” she said. “I guess that you guys are going to be a little bit, though. It was like a dozen women came out of those boats and they’re going to start some sort of photoshoot? What kind of group are you guys?”

“Most of the people on our trip are models. Like cosplayers and internet streamers and stuff,” I said.

“You’re a model?” the girl asked.

“Ouch,” I laughed, miming that she’d stabbed me in the heart. “No, I’m not.”

“No, sorry, I didn’t mean it that way,” she said, looking a little abashed. “You’re actually pretty cute. Most tourists who come in that are your ages are usually duechey is all, and you and most of the girls I quickly talked to down there seemed pretty down to earth.”

“Becca was pretty picky when she was organizing the trip,” I said. “She’s been in the industry for a while and doesn’t take much bullshit. ‘Influencer’ types aren’t her style.”

“So if you’re not a model…?”

“Why am I on the trip?” I filled in. I turned and pointed back towards Cass and Cattie. They were wandering around the back, talking quietly and picking out snacks. “The girl with the purple hair is my fiancee. The one next to her is her best friend.”

“That looks like an intense conversation they’re having,” Gas Girl said.

“Uh, yeah,” I grinned sheepishly and could feel myself blushing a bit. “There’s a whole thing going on. I’m hoping it’s not going to become drama - I doubt it will with them, but get a bunch of people together and someone’s going to make a problem at some point.”

“Oh, I get not wanting drama,” the girl sighed.

“Yikes,” I said. “That’s the expression of someone with a lot going on.”

“Mmm,” she grunted. “You could say that. I broke up with my boyfriend last week because he cheated on me with a couple of friends. I didn’t even like him all that much to be honest, but he’s local and not a complete redneck so that’s more than most people I meet. But now he’s texting me non-stop, flip-flopping between being an asshole and begging for me back.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said. “And I get it. If I’m being honest with you, my fiance and I are going through something similar. We just have a lot more time and love between us that makes it worth fighting for.”

She scrunched up her face. “You cheated on a girl who looks like that?”

“No, actually,” I said. “We’re high school sweethearts and she admitted she cheated on me while we were back in high school and college together.”

“Oh,” she said. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry for assuming-”

“It’s alright,” I said, holding up my hands to calm her. “Seriously, I get it.”

A ringtone went off behind the counter and she reached down and took out a cell phone. She checked the message and scoffed and set it back down hard.

“Him again?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said. She lifted her phone again and showed me the message. It was a screenshot of a dating app with a bunch of matches and conversations going on. “His new thing is trying to make me jealous, but telling me he doesn’t want to be doing it.”

“He sounds like a real prick,” I said. “You need to just cut him off like a knife.”

“Easier said than done,” she said. “I literally burned his old varsity jacket on my driveway. You’d think that would have been enough.”

“You should try some revenge porn,” Cass said, coming up from the other end of the store with Cattie. They both had armfuls of bags of chips and other snacks. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to listen in. And not like, revenge porn of him. I mean you should send him a video of you sucking or fucking some other guy. That should really tell him it’s over.”

The gas girl laughed. “Yeah, it probably would. But like I was telling your fiance, there aren’t exactly a lot of guys around who I’d consider worth it.”

“You could use Robbie if you want,” Cass shrugged, putting her armful of goodies on the counter and then sticking her hand out to offer a shake. “I’m Cassidy. How’d you like to fuck my fiancee?”

Gas Girl gave me and Cassidy a look, and then another more considering one.

“I’m Cattie, by the way,” Cattie said with a little wave. “And I can guarantee you that he’s got a nice, big dick and will scratch whatever itch you might have.”

Gas Girl’s expression changed again, and she reached a hand forward and shook Cassidy’s. “Madison,” she said. “Are you for real?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Cassidy said. “You’ve got a great ass and you’re cute as fuck. If you just want to blow him that’s cool, but if you want the full experience you two should fuck. You’ll come at least twice, I promise.”

Madison looked at me, and I shrugged as if to say, ‘I’m just rolling with it at this point.’ She turned back to Cassidy. “At least twice?”

“At least,” Cattie nodded and winked.

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Madison led us through a door labelled ‘Staff Only’ into a back room that had boxes of extra stock from the General Store along with what looked like an old car maintenance lift that hadn’t worked in at least a decade.

“OK, here’s the deal,” she said, walking over to the set of four lockers and opening one. She started pulling off that work shirt and hanging it up, then pulled out what I assumed was her purse and dug around in it. “We can’t take long. So I’ll blow you, and then we’ll fuck, OK? Can one of you film it on my phone for me?”

“I can do that,” Cattie said.

“God, I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Madison muttered to herself, and then pulled a condom out of her purse and put it away. She grabbed a sweater out of her locker, a hoodie that looked way too big for her small frame, and tossed it on the ground in front of me and knelt on it. She looked up at you. “You’re… Sorry, you are good with this, right?”

“Yeah,” I said, and knelt down on one knee and pulled her into a kiss. She had a small, pert mouth and she was surprised that I kissed her, but we traded a moment of tongue. “Seriously, Madison. You’re hot as hell. I’m the one who is getting lucky here.”

“Thanks,” she smiled shyly. She opened her phone and handed it over to Cattie. “Ready?”

I stood up and stood in front of her, gesturing down to the slight tenting in my athletic shorts. I was just in a t-shirt and shorts, not having planned to be making any sort of impression at the moment.

“Rolling,” Cattie said, holding a thumbs up.

Madison glanced at the camera nervously, then took a breath and looked again with a more self-assured smirk. “Pepper, if you hadn’t fucking figured it out already, we’re fucking over,” she said. Then she reached forward and pulled down my shorts and underwear in one go, my cock flopping out in front of her. “Oh, fuck,” she groaned. “You’re almost twice his size. Fuck, this is going to feel good.”

I had no idea if she was playing that up for the camera or not.

Madison took my chubbed cock in one small hand and quickly took the head between her lips, slurping away at me. She bobbed deeper, and then again, and gagged a little and had to pull off after taking about two-thirds of my cock. “Sorry,” she said. “I’m not used to a cock this big.”

“Take your time,” Cass said.

“Uh-uh,” Madison shook her head. “I want to get fucked by this monster.” She started stroking me, using her spittle. “Does that sound good, stud? Do you want to break me in like my ex never could?”

“Absolutely,” I said.

She took me in her mouth again, slobbering messily and making a show of moaning and groaning around my cock for the camera. Cass got a few different angles, including looking down at Madison from my perspective as Madison looked up with eyes big enough the rival Sherry’s. As she did that I reached down and caressed her chubby cheek. She was still carrying a little bit of puppy weight on her, mostly in the form of a little pair of love handles, her ass, and her face.

“God, you are absolutely gorgeous,” I said.

“Than’ ‘oo,” she mumbled, grinning around my cock.

Then she stood up, stroking my cock in her hand, and kissed me again. This time she was ready from the start, and fed me her tongue. Then she turned around and bent at the waist and lowered her shorts, tugging them down over her jiggly ass.

“Fuck, she’s hot,” Cass said.

Madison looked over her shoulder at me with a smirk and a smouldering gaze as she got her tight shorts down under her butt and used them to jiggle her cheeks. I reached forward and gave her a little spank on one cheek, then harder on the other.

“You want me like this, Stud? Want to mount me like a horny bitch?”

I shook my head and knelt, pulling her shorts the rest of the way down so she could step out of them. “That’s how we’ll finish,” I said. “Get that condom on me.”

“Yes, sir,” she smirked, and I had a feeling that was another shot at the Ex. She knelt in front of me on the sweater again and quickly ripped the condom wrapper with her teeth and rolled it on me. It was tight as hell. “Well, shit,” she said. “It’s too small.” She rolled it back off of me and tossed it over her shoulder. “You good to pull out, Stud?”

I glanced at Cass and she gave me a quick nod and a thumbs up. “I am if you are,” I told Madison.

“How do you want me?” she asked.

“Like this,” I said, and picked her up by her armpits and lifted her until she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and her legs around my waist.

“I’ll get it,” Cass said and reached in to help me position my cock at Madison’s cunt. She rubbed my head against a pair of very wet lips a couple of times, then notched me into place.

“Fuck me,” Madison gasped.

I lowered her down, penetrating her pussy, and she hiccuped as she arched her back at the feeling. “Hoooly fuck,” she grunted. “God, yes that’s good. Sweet gravy.”

Madison didn’t seem to want to waste any time, and she used her leverage with her legs to lower herself further, grunting and wincing on her way down until she took about two-thirds of me. I had my hands on her ass, and soon I was lifting and dropping her as she fucked her hips forward and back.

“Yes, fuck! Fuck me! Ugh, it’s so fucking good. I’ve never been- Fuck, yes! This is already the best sex I’ve ever fucking had,” she panted.

Her first orgasm rolled through her and I was surprised when she squelched a scream by burying her face in my chest and licking at me lewdly despite my chest hair. As soon as she’d shuddered through it she went right back to humping at me.

“Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me!” she demanded.

“Hold on,” Cass said. “Tiger, can I do something?”

She was standing behind Madison and she gestured at Madison’s ass and made a licking motion with her tongue. I nodded and she grinned and got on her knees, using that same sweater as a cushion. I was already holding Madison’s juicy ass in both hands and gripped those cheeks a little tiger, pulling her apart.

“Maddi,” I said, catching her attention. “Anyone ever tell you that you’ve got a perfect ass?”

She shook her head.

“Well, you do,” I said. “It’s so nice that my fiancee wants a piece.”

Madison gasped, her eyes going wide, as Cassidy started tonguing her butthole while I thrust into her pussy. “Holy fuck, I think I’m touching God,” she whispered.

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Madison came a second time while Cassidy tongued her ass and I fucked into her from the front. This time she turned her head to the side and bit her own arm to stop from screaming.

Cassidy backed off with a grin on her face, and I set Madison down on her butt on the sweater. She was a small girl, shorter than both Cass and Cattie, but I couldn’t keep that up forever. Madison panted, looking up at me as she leaned back with her arms bracing her and her legs spread wide and showing off her puffy pinky pussy.

“OK,” she breathed. “That’s the two you promised.”

“We aren’t done yet,” I said.

She grinned sloppily and then turned over onto her hands and knees as I gave her a little spinning motion with one finger.

“Yes,” she said. “Take me from behind with your big, fat cock. Get as deep in me as you can.”

I got behind her and she shifted her stance, tilting her hips so that she was presenting her cunt to me. Sliding back into her, I groaned in appreciation at the tightness and took a moment to just enjoy palming her ass and spreading her meaty cheeks to watch my cock fuck into her.

“Uuungh,” she groaned. “Deeper, please.”

I did just that, pushing in until I was completely buried inside of her. Her ass quivered as a mini-orgasm shot through her.

“God, yes,” she panted. “I feel like you’re stirring my guuuuuts.”

I started thrusting as she was talking, and soon she started bouncing back at me and we were fucking hard and fast.

“Yes!” she said. “Yes, fuck, yes! Fuck me. Fuck me!” I reached forward and grabbed her by her waist, using her love handles to pull her back at me. The clapping of her ass against my thighs filled the storage space, broken only by her moans.

She came again, her ass flexing and her cunt rippling and squeezing around me, but we didn’t stop thrusting at each other. Then she went down from her hands to her elbows, panting into the cement floor. The opened her ass to me a little more and I pressed a thumb to her butthole, teasing it with the tip. She got quiet, and then when I pressed into the depth of my nail she snorted hard and slammed her hips back at me, burying me to the hilt and sticking there as she came hard again. Her scream was loud, but just a burst as Cassidy ripped the sweater out from under us and shoved it under Madison’s face, who grabbed it and screamed into it.

I pulled out of her and stood up, stroking my cock fast.

“Get up,” Cassidy urged Madison. “Get on your knees and take your facial.”

Madison rolled over and did as she was told, opening her mouth and blinking her teary eyes as she stuck her tongue out. “Yes, fuck,” she moaned. “Cover me. Fucking cover me.”

I did just that, releasing my orgasm with a groan and pumping out three big globs of cum that spattered across her forehead, cheek and tongue. Cassidy took her by the hair and urged her forward, and Madison took me in her mouth and started sucking and swallowing down everything else I had to give.

“Mmmmmm,” Madison moaned happily as she swallowed. She popped off my cock and looked right at her phone in Cattie’s hand. “Now that is how I should have been getting fucked this whole time, you cheating, little dick motherfucker.”

Cattie turned off the recording, and Cass and Cattie both started clapping.

“That was fucking. Hot,” Cassidy said, offering Madison a hand up to stand.

“Seriously, girl,” Cattie said. “You took that like a champ and then some.”

“Thanks,” Madison laughed, then reached up and touched the cum on her face. “God, you really plastered me.”

“Sorry, not sorry,” I said. “You were pretty amazing.”

“So were you,” she replied. “Fuck, if you were local I’d probably ask you to marry me. God, that’s a nice cock.”

“You should try it in your ass,” Cassidy said. “I’d bet you’d love it.”

“Oh my God,” Madison said, turning to her. “I can’t believe you did that, by the way. I’ve never done any butt stuff before.”

“Oops,” Cassidy smirked. “Sorry. It seemed like you liked it though.”

“Yeah,” Madison nodded. “Um, it was… Well, I think I need to reconsider my stance on that, haha.”

“Well, now’s your chance if you want to try it out. We can definitely get Robbie hard again.”

“Oh, fuck,” Madison said. She’d wandered over to her locker and pulled out some wet wipes and was cleaning her face. “Um. I- I really need to get back to work.”

“Maybe another time,” Cass said.

“Maybe,” Madison said noncommittally.

Cass stepped over to me and glanced down at my cock, still half-heard and with a bead of leftover cum on the tip. She glanced at Cattie. “You want?”

Cattie hesitated and blushed. “Um…”

Then she surprised me by bending over and quickly sucking on my cock head, pulling one last little gooey strand out of me.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

“Couldn’t let it go to waste,” she said with a shrug, still blushing.

“Just give me a minute and I’ll be out there to ring you guys up,” she said. “And, uh, thanks again.”

“Mm-mm,” I hummed, shaking my head and stepping towards her. She let me take her in my arms and kiss her lightly. “Seriously, Maddi. Thank you.”

We paid up front and left Maddison inside, stepping out onto the deck area above the dock. Cass stopped me with a hand, along with Cattie. “That was fun,” she said.

“That was wild,” Cattie said. “I can’t believe that happened. And what’s with you trying to convince another girl to do anal with him?”

“What?” Cass said. “He’s a great fuck, and every girl deserves to know what good anal sex is like.”

I rolled my eyes and pivoted the subject. “Cattie, how are you doing? I wasn’t expecting-”

“We’ll talk about it, just not here and now,” Cattie said, gesturing down towards the dock where all of the women were currently staggered around and teamed up taking photos next to the old gas pumps, or just on the dock using the landscape in the background. “Is that OK?”

“Of course,” I said.

“Thanks,” she said, and then gave me a peck on the lips that went a split second longer than usual like she wanted it to be more, but she pulled away before it went there. Then she turned and led us down to the docks.

“Seriously, though,” Cass said. “That girl's ass would look fucking hot getting stretched by your cock, Robbie.”

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Despite my fiancees extremely filthy commentary - which I was fairly certain was more intended just to tease Cattie and I for shock value - Cass didn’t keep commenting on our encounter with or the body of Madison. We passed by Leia and Zenya, and then Heels and Wanda, as they were taking photos with two of the gas pumps. Zenya was dressed up in an outfit that made her look like Rosie the Riveter, except her red hair was coiffed a little more carefully in an old-timey doo. On the other end of the spectrum, Heels was dressed… well, she looked like she was a hooker. I hadn’t actually talked with Heels all the much, especially not one-on-one, so I wasn’t clear on what kind of work she did but based on the outfit and the poses, I had to guess OnlyFans.

We had stopped for a second to wait for Wanda to wave us through, and Heather spotted us. Sherry had been taking pictures of her - she was in a pseudo-cowboy outfit, was my best guess. Cowboy boots, tight jeans, and a brown vest over a white crop top were topped off by a cowboy hat. It wasn’t exactly convincing, but with her curves and assets it would probably work well enough online. She told Sherry to stop, and she came down the dock towards the three of us just as Wanda was smiling and gesturing for us to move past her and Heels.

“What took so long?” Heather said as she approached.

“I told you I needed to talk with Cassidy,” Cattie said. “And we also shopped for snacks. I got your favourite Cheetos, by the way.”

Heather pursed her big lips for a moment, clearly looking for anything else she might need to be mad or offended by. Part of me felt bad for her still. She had every right to be pissed, except that she’d caused her own problem. Any other situation and what Cattie had done with me and Cass last night should have ended their relationship.

Instead, she was apparently forced to swallow her pride and she wasn’t doing well with that.

“Well, I didn’t realize you’d need so much time,” Heather said. “I would appreciate it if you could come help with these pictures. Sherry can’t get some of the shots.”

“Sure, babe,” Cattie said carefully, putting on a bit of extra sweetness. “Let me drop these off on the boat, and I’ll be right back out.”

“Alright,” Heather said. She hadn’t looked at me once and had barely glanced at Cassidy.

‘Sorry,’ Cattie mouthed to Cass and I and she followed after Heather up the dock.

“I’ll talk to her some more,” Cass said. “But don’t worry, everything is OK.”

“Alright,” I sighed. It sure didn’t seem like that, but then I wasn’t even sure if I was overly worried about everything being OK in Heather and Cattie’s relationship. I didn’t want to be the thing that broke them up, but I also wouldn’t be sad if they did. Cattie just… deserved better.

Cass followed Cattie towards the boat along with our snacks, leaving me with the chance to wander a bit. I was stopped by JC and Terra.

“Hey, Robbie,” Terra called me over. They were working right near the house boat on the end of the dock and for once Terra wasn’t the focus of the shoot. Instead, JC was done up in a Greaser outfit complete with leather jacket and was posing with one of the gas pumps.

“What’s up?” I asked. “Need some help?”

“We got all the work shots,” Terra said. “Would you mind helping me grab some couples shots, just for us?”

“Sure,” I said and accepted their camera for her. She showed me a couple of the features, and soon Terra was posing with JC. Both of them being working models meant it was easy to work with them, and soon I had about twenty good variations of shots of them posing together.

Cass had come back out, and I paused to let Cattie walk past us back towards Heather and Sherry. “Let me see?” Cass asked, and I quickly showed her the photos I’d taken. “Oh my God, you guys are too cute,” she said.

“Let’s do a double-couple picture!” JC said. “Memorialize the friendship.”

“Sure,” I said, “Let’s get someone to take it for us.”

“We can ask Sherry, she’s right there-” Terra started.

“Ehn,” I grunted and made a cutting gesture at my throat.

Terra raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong?”

“She found out about last night and is pissed,” Cass said. “Cattie said she’s probably not going to let it go any time soon.”

“Shiiit, that sucks,” Terra said.

“Wait, what happened last night?” JC asked.

“You’d know if you didn’t fall asleep on me,” Terra teased him. “Now I can’t tell you until you’re older. I need to preserve your innocent ears.”

JC scoffed and started to argue with his girlfriend, while I managed to catch the attention of Ami across on the other dock. I silently waved her over, using the camera to mime asking if she could take some photos. She’d been helping Ginnie and Becca, it looked like, and she said something to them and then skipped and wove her way down the other dock and up ours.

“What’s up?” she asked.

We explained, and Ami was happy to help - soon Cass and I were posing alongside Terra and JC and we got some group shots. Then Terra urged JC to take over the camera and get a picture of her with me, Cass and Ami, then again without me so it was just a ladies shot.

Things started to devolve on the docks as the ‘official unofficial’ photoshoots started to finish and the ladies started just taking private photos of friends and group pairings. I ended up with someone's camera in my hand and was snapping whatever pictures were asked for when the rumble of an engine cut through the sound of the ladies chatting and talking.

I glanced over at the boat that was coming in close to the dock. It was a twelve-footer with an oversized engine mounted on the back of the metal hull and have four big guys inside. There were several fishing rods among them, and open beer cans at the bottom of the boat.

“Well, looks like the tourists are in,” one of the guys cracked, but I immediately noticed two of the others realizing that the crowd of people on the dock was mostly comprised of very attractive women.

“Hey, honey,” one of them called, waving over at someone further down the dock from me. “Lend a hand here. My rope needs a good tug once we’re pulled up to dock.”

Ah, shit, I thought.

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I handed off the camera back to Terra, which she happily took but then immediately got concerned as she saw the expression on my face and that I was looking past her. I quickly made my way through the ladies and got up next to the edge of the dock where the four good ol’ boys were pulling up.

Now, I had a few options for how to deal with them. The first was to go Macho Alpha and try and tell them off and protect my group. I liked to think of that as being ‘Papa Lion’ when I was at work in the casino, and to be frank it was rarely a good choice considering when I was at work I was on the hook for every misstep one of my events had that could have been managed. Yelling at clients, or threatening fights, was a terrible way at keeping a job. The second option I had was to try and ignore it, which obviously wasn’t going to happen either. Even if all the girls had been strangers I’d never met I wouldn’t want to see them getting harassed. And they weren’t strangers. Cassidy was there, and Wanda, and Becca and Cattie and Ami and-

Jesus, I might be going a little overboard, I thought.

The third option was to weak-will it. Try and keep the peace but also maintain some sort of boundary so that the guys could feel macho without actually doing any damage to the ladies. That was how way too managers ended up doing things in the service industry. I’d seen too many bar managers and house managers bend over backwards to keep an obvious asshole customer from making a complaint after abusing a staff member. There was no way I would step into shoes like that.

So what was my last option?

“Well, hey there fellas,” I said, putting on a very loud and very chipper voice. “I’ll be honest, I’m not much for rope tugging, but if you whip it on up here I’ll happily tug your rope, wrap it around this here pole and make sure you’re good and happy.”

The fourth option was Controlled Chaos. Use innocence and logic to turn a group of shitters on each other and deflect it away from staff.

“What?” the guy who talked said, furrowing his brow and looking at me like I had two heads.

“I said whip your rope on up here and I’ll give it a tug just like you asked,” I said with a huge, golden retriever grin and peppy demeanour I wasn’t feeling on the inside. I ended the sentence in my head with, ‘You filthy fucking degenerate.’

“Hah!” one of his buddies laughed. “Fella wants to give you a tug, Jim!”

“I ain’t no faggot,” Jim sputtered. He turned to me, glaring. “Are y’ queer or something, you fuck?”

Now, the dock had gotten a lot quieter when I started speaking so loudly, and all the girls were now glaring at the guys.

“You kiss your mother with that mouth, asshole?” Heels asked from nearby.

“Fuck you, paki bitch,” one of Jim’s other friends said.

Now, I’d put my arm out to caution Heels back when she talked. The whole point of my manoeuvre was to disarm the guys instead of giving them a target. My answer to Jim would have been something like ‘Well, I ain’t a homosexual if that’s what you're asking sir, but I’d happily tug on that rope you’re offering if you want’ and just send it right back at them. Heels didn’t help the situation.

JC helped even less, though based on his life compared to mine I could understand why he may not follow the same playbook.

“How about you shut the fuck up, Greasy Dan,” he said, stepping around me and making himself look big. It was pretty successful, considering his fitness.

“You got a problem, wetback?” Jim said. “What, you an’ yer faggot friend gonna fight all four of us?”

Then Heather stepped forward and cracked her knuckles loudly. “I’ll take the two on the left,” she said.

Now, Heather was a big woman. Not big as in fat, though her plush lips and big tits and thick thighs could lead you to that thinking. Other than Terra, Heather might have been the fittest of all the women on the trip and if it wasn’t for the work she’d had done she’d probably look a lot more butch.

The guys didn’t know what to do.

My ‘Chipper Golden Retreiver’ act wasn’t going anywhere, so I dropped it. “Look, guys. You made asses of yourselves, but we have no idea who you are. How about you guys wait about thirty seconds for us to clear out, and then you dock down at the base of the dock and we all go our separate ways?”

There was a long moment of the rednecks glancing at each other. ‘Greasy Dan’, as JC had named him, looked ready to split. So did Jim and another one, surprisingly. It was the fourth, sitting in the prow of the boat, who decided it would be a good idea to reach between his legs into a tacklebox and start pulling out a wicked-looking Fish Cleaning knife.

He started to snarl something as he did it, but he never got to finish.

Heather kicked him right in the face. Blood splattered and there was a crunch as the guy’s nose broke, and the clatter of the knife on the inside of the metal boat.

I took the opportunity of shock everyone went through to kick down at the boat and push it away from the dock. Then I turned and waved at the girls. “We’re leaving!”

The ladies scattered for the houseboats, except for JC, Heather and I. And Becca.

“What the fuck,” Becca sighed.

The two guys in the middle of the boat were shouting, trying to help their buddy who definitely didn’t want their help by the way he was thrashing at them. The fourth one at the back of the boat looked like he didn’t know what to do.

“What the fuck is going on out here?” Maddison called from the top of the dock stairs. She was put back together and looking on in confusion.

Now it was my turn to sigh.

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“Nice kick,” I muttered to Heather.

“Thanks,” she said, still standing next to me with her fists on her hips as she looked slightly away from me.

JC was on my other side, his arms crossed over his chest as he sneered across the dock at the four other guys. The one who’d gotten his nose broken was holding a big was of bloody napkins to his face still and they all looked about as mollified as I could imagine.

Madison, it turned out, wasn’t just a Gas Bar girl. I wasn’t sure who she was related to, but seeing her pissed off had been enough to shut the guys up. She was now talking with Becca up on the deck of the restaurant area.

“Heather-” I started.

“Just fuck off,” she sighed.

I could take a hint.

Becca, accompanied by Madison, came back down the dock stairs and headed our way. “We’re all paid up and out of here,” Becca said. “Let’s get moving. We’ll talk when we find a place to anchor.”

The three of us nodded, and Heather and JC headed towards our boat, but I hesitated.

“Sorry that got out of hand,” I said to both Becca and Madison. “I should have had it.”

“Not your fault,” Becca sighed, shaking her head softly. “You tried.” She patted my arm and smiled. “Thanks, by the way. For trying.”

“Trying isn’t doing,” I said. “Next emergency, I’ll be on it faster.”

Becca rolled her eyes and smirked a little. “Always trying to be the hero. I’ll talk to you later, Spider-Man.” She headed back around to the other pier of the dock and the Singles Boat.

“Spider-Man?” Madison asked.

“It’s just a- It’s a joke,” I explained. “Her and my fiancee dressed up as Mary Jane Watson to do a photoshoot and I was the stand-in Spider-Man.”

“How’d you look in the onesie suit?” Madison asked with a chuckle.

“Not too shabby,” I said. “I’m sorry if this is any trouble for you.”

She scoffed and shook her head. “Nah. Jim and his boys are drunk idiots. They’re banned from half the places on the lake for being assholes, and including anywhere else they can get gas. Only reason they aren’t banned from here is cause my Daddy owns it and they work for him in town sometimes. They know if they cause shit, they lose out on gas and their jobs. Which, by the way, is why y’all’re going to take my number.” She handed me a slip of paper with a phone number on it. “If they track you down on the lake or whatever to try and cause some problems, just call me. They know you have it, too, which should be enough to keep them away.”

“Thanks,” I said, tapping the paper against my thumb. “And, ah, thanks for earlier, too. You were pretty fantastic. It’s a weird situation, but you definitely deserve someone who can match your energy.”

“That might be the most roundabout, but nicest, compliment I’ve ever gotten,” she grinned. “And Robbie? You were a pretty damn good fuck, too.” She gave me a little punch on the arm by way of a farewell and then went over to the rednecks. “Come on, you dummies. Why can’t you take a fuckin’ hint and keep yer traps shut sometime?”

I headed back to the House Boat and quickly undid the mooring ropes at the front and back. Most of the girls had been watching what was happening from the top decks of the boats, and I waved up to Cassidy who went to tell JC he could get us moving. The engines thrummed to life and we began to pull away from the dock as I climbed the stairs up to the top deck.

Cass met me at the top with a hug and a kiss, and I was soon getting a heroes welcome as they were all raving about how I’d tried to disarm the situation, and at how Heather had ended it. JC got his share of kudos as well in the pilot’s cabin. Heels obviously thought his take on the situation, trying to meet aggression with aggression, was the right choice while Terra hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear that she thought I’d been handling things perfectly. Cattie gave me a quick side hug and a brief kiss on the cheek, but that was it and she mostly stayed plastered to Heather’s side and encouraging her to enjoy the accolades to the point of pointing out her girlfriend still had some of the guy’s blood on the toe of her sneaker.

“Hey,” Cass said to Wanda as people were starting to spread out. “Becca radioed over that we’re going to try and put some distance between us and those guys before we stop for lunch. Did you want to do your massage shoot while we’re going?”

“Sure,” Wanda grinned, perking up. “White bikini, right?” She turned to me, speaking just a little quieter. “Do you want me to wear a cap for you, sir?”

I raised my eyebrows at that, which made her giggle. Cassidy slipped her arm around my waist as she spoke quietly to me. “I told Wanda more about how we agreed that you own me, and she wants a taste of that so I told her that for today when it’s just us she should call you ‘sir.’ We thought ‘Master’ would be hotter since she’s your filthy little slut, but you wouldn’t take to it.”

Blowing out a breath, I could only chuckle a little. “Just for today,” I said, looking at both of them until they agreed with their own little grins. I pulled them both into a hug, wrapping my arms around them. “I”m only going to say this once, Wanda. If anything today feels wrong, you need to say it, OK? I’m going to try and push your buttons for you, so for all the game is I’m in control, you need to be in control of the emergency stop.”

She went up on her toes and kissed my cheek, then turned my lips towards her a little more with a hand and kissed me on the mouth. “Thank you,” she said with a smile. “That’s the kind of thing that makes me trust you to push the buttons properly. Sir.”

I glanced around and noticed that Terra was watching us from over in the Pilot’s Cabin where she was talking with JC. She didn’t look away when she got caught, just raised an eyebrow. I palmed Wanda’s ass and leaned down to kiss her again while I was still holding Cassidy in the hug as well, and Terra saw the whole thing and just flashed me a thumb’s up and a wink.

“Just the bikini,” I told Wanda. “I love your look in the cap, and that you girls are doing that for me, but for the aesthetic of the shoot we’ll do it without.”

Wanda grinned and nodded. “OK. I’ll be ready in, say, 10?”

“Sounds good,” Cassidy nodded. “I think we need to talk a second as we get Robbie ready, too.”

Wanda kissed us both on the cheek, and then we all headed down into the boat.

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“Check in,” Cassidy said once we were in the room. “Are you OK?”

“About the fight thing, or the fucking thing?” I asked.

“Both, Tiger,” she said, shifting me and urging me to sit on the bed and then climbing on to straddle me so that we were inches away. “Actually, the fucking more. I know you can handle aggressive assholes fine. But that whole thing with the blonde happened really quickly and I didn’t get to check how you were really.”

I took a breath and nodded, trying my best to decide how I did actually feel about it. “I… don’t think I want to do something like that again,” I said. “I mean, it was hot, sure. But it was also really stupid. I mean, I just fucked a girl we don’t know bareback. Not to mention that it was to film a spite-porn for her to send to someone else.”

“Cattie told me she made sure not to get either of our faces,” Cassidy assured me. “But you’re right, having sex with her without a condom was pretty stupid. We should have just gotten one from the store up front. But we don’t need to worry about diseases at least, not that she looked like she had anything. The App covered that.”

“I hadn’t even thought of getting one from the store,” I chuckled., shaking my head as I felt like an idiot. I took another breath. “Madison was cute, and hot. I don’t regret it as long as you’re OK, too.”

“I am,” Cassidy assured me. “What about me getting involved? So far I haven’t done that, it just- It felt right in the moment?”

“It was hot for sure,” I nodded. “And all you did was give. I didn’t feel jealous at all in that instance, but I don’t know about anything else going forward. Is that OK?”

She kissed me, nodding. “I promise, nothing without asking you first.”

We held each other for a long moment, and then I fished in my pocket and pulled out the paper with Madison’s number. Cassidy’s eyes went wide when she saw it. “You got her number? Tiger, you stud!”

I laughed. “It wasn’t like that. She gave it to me in case those guys come back.”

“Well, we have it,” Cassidy grinned. “She could have just given it to Becca, but she gave it to you. Maybe we can get her to send us some nudes. Or the whole video? I think it would be hot if I blew you while you watched it.”

“Cass,” I sighed through a chuckle. “Please don’t pressure her to send us anything.”

“I won't, I promise,” she said. “Cross my heart and hope to die. But, may I please have permission to flirt with her? Just a little over text to see if she’s open to trading some nudes with you. And I promise not to use the App.”

Part of me wanted to say no, but part of me really did want to see Madison naked again. I hadn’t even seen her boobs really, and her ass was juicy. “OK,” I agreed. “You can flirt a little. But you can only ask to trade nudes one time. That’s the limit. And you make it clear that you’re the one talking, and it’s for both of us.”

She looked at me with big eyes and a little smile. “Thank you, Tiger.”

“You’re a little devil,” I chuckled and kissed her again.

“And you’re my hero,” Cassidy replied once the kiss finished.

“There’s something else, though,” I said. “What did you and Cattie talk about? Because she, ah-”

“I saw,” Cassidy said. “She sucked a little bit of your cum off of the tip of your dick.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Not that I minded, but what was that about?”

Cassidy took in a deep breath and sighed. “Cattie is staying with Heather. They talked a lot earlier, and Heather owned the fact that she’d fucked up. She was pissed that Cattie went through with it, and especially that she could hear us some of the time. But she actually apologized, or at least as close to it as I guess Cattie thought she could get. Heather wanted Cattie to avoid us for the rest of the trip, and Cattie refused, so they compromised - Cattie isn’t going to spend any time alone with us today, especially not you, the exception being when she came to tell me. After that, she can be alone with us but not in our room, but everything else goes back to normal.”

“That’s not nearly as bad as I thought it would be,” I said. “But that still doesn’t explain the other thing.”

“I think Cattie was trying her best not to tell me about another part of the agreement between her and Heather. I think Heather wants a threesome or moresome on the trip, and Cattie isn’t thrilled about needing to agree to it.”

“She probably feels hypocritical,” I said. “Last night wasn’t a threesome really, but it might as well have been.”

“Says you,” Cassidy grumbled good-naturedly for a moment. “I’m joking, by the way. I am very happy with our rules right now if it’s helping us.”

“I know, baby,” I said and gave her another peck.

“So, I think Cattie doing that was her kind of standing her ground for herself,” Cass continued. “I need to talk to her again and check in with her. I really hope she’s not beating herself up now thinking she cheated or something. The absolute last thing I want her feeling is like she’s betrayed her own values.”

I didn’t really want to say it, but in my opinion she kind of had. Last night was last night, and the thing in the store was different. Cattie had put her mouth on my cock, even for a split second. I loved it, and I wanted it, and I wanted more of it, but that didn’t change what it was. It was a betrayal of Heather’s wants. But could I blame her, if Heather was leveraging her own mistake to try and fuck other people and get Cattie to do it as well?

And for all I disliked Heather, she’d also stepped up. Maybe for the first time on the trip I hadn’t looked at her as being an ass, particularly when she reacted so quickly to that guy grabbing for a knife.

Heather didn’t deserve Cattie, but she also didn’t deserve to be treated like shit.

“What’s wrong?” Cassidy asked me, seeing the gears turning behind my eyes.

“It’s just messy,” I sighed. “And all we can do is love on the people we love.”

“Agreed,” she nodded and kissed me again. “Speaking of which, let’s pick out a swimsuit for you.”

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“God, Wanda,” Cassidy said as we went back up top. “You look fucking delicious.”

“Thanks,” Wanda grinned, turning to the side and giving us a look at her ass. Her bikini was white, the triangular cups covering almost her entire breast but the white strings still left most of her smooth, athletic torso bare. The bottoms were a full bikini that tied at the sides but rode low on her hips and waist so that it was barely above her mound. “You like, Tiger?”

Terra and JC were just inside the Pilot’s Cabin still, and Heels was sitting in the deck chairs, so she didn’t call me Sir. “I do,” I said. “You look fantastic. And it’s a perfect choice for the shoot.”

“Let’s go over on the other side of the hot tub,” Cassidy suggested, pointing over to where I had initially done the massages a couple of days ago.

“Good idea,” Wanda nodded.

I peeked my head into the PIlot’s Cabin as we made our way over, Cass carrying our camera bag. “Hey,” I said to JC and Terra. “We’re going to shoot Wanda’s massage shoot over the, just a heads up.”

“Oh, shit,” Terra said. “I need to do that too, huh? Do you have more time later?”

“Um, maybe?” I hesitated. I’d already planned to hang out with Leia after lunch, not to mention the planned meeting with Becca. “I’ll let you know.”

“Sounds good,” she nodded.

“You good to keep driving, dude?” I asked JC.

“For sure,” he gave me a thumbs up. “You mind doing everything tonight though?”

“No worries. You handled all of this morning. I’ll take the afternoon.”

He gave me a ‘surfs up’ waggle of his thumb and pinky.

I went down the deck towards the girls but stopped with Heels for a second. “Hey-”

“I know, I know,” Heels said. “You’re doing the massage thingy.”

“Well, yes,” I said. “But I figured you knew already. I actually wanted to check that you’re OK after the thing at the dock.”

“Oh,” she said, looking up from her phone. “Um, yeah. I guess. Why?”

“Because you were pissed about what they said. And the rest of us on this boat have someone to lean on and decompress, but you and Wanda only have each other, so I wanted to check in.”

“Are you checking in with Wanda like this?” Heels asked.

“Well, not exactly like this,” I said.

“Just… I’m fine, but be careful,” Heels said.

“With you?”

“No,” she scoffed. “With her. Wanda isn’t exactly my best friend, but she’s pretty close. I don’t know what’s going between you three, and I don’t want to know, but ever since that first night when you guys watched the movie together, she’s been a little different. Perkier. Happier. It’s good, but I’m worried if something happens and she swings the other way.”

“I promise we’re not trying to play with her emotions,” I said. “Wanda is-”

“Special,” Heels finished for me. “Just treat her like it, OK?”

“I will,” I nodded.

“Good,” Heels nodded. “Now, I’m trying to finish Super Hard difficulty level crossword puzzle, so unless you have a five letter word with a ‘C’ in the middle for ‘Strips in a Club…’”

I had to think about it for a moment. “Bacon?”

“I mean, it fits, but explain?”

“It’s a distraction clue. Strip and Club make you think of strip clubs, so it’s not that. It’s talking about a club sandwich, which is made with strips of-”

“Bacon,” Heels nodded. “Nice. So he’s not just a bod and apparently magical hands.”

“Thanks,” I laughed.

I left her and went around the hot tub to find Cassidy just finishing getting the camera ready and Wanda laid out on a towel.

“Can I be honest?” I asked.

“Of course, Tiger,” Cassidy said.

“Wanda, your ass is the main attraction in this shoot, so we should probably start your back and build up to it.”

Wanda laughed and wiggled her butt at the both of us. “Fair,” she said and turned over. “Like this?”

“Maybe with your arms behind your head,” I suggest, kneeling next to her and shifting her arms into place. “Perfect.”

“Scrumptious,” Cassidy said and snapped a picture of her to test her exposure. She fiddled with some settings, did it again, and then nodded. “Alright, good to go.”

“And are you good to go?” I asked Wanda, leaning down closer to her.

“Yes, sir,” she grinned and said quietly. She bit her lower lip and smiled. “I want your hands all over me, please.”

“Noted,” I said and kissed her softly so that I didn’t mess up her pristinely applied makeup. She’d down her lips a bright red to contrast her skin tone and the white bikini.

I started at her feet, and things went smoothly. We varied things from Becca’s shoot a bit as I lifted her legs up, placing one foot at a time on my chest to massage her calves and thighs. Then up her stomach. My fingers slipped under the cups of her bikini top, teasing her soft breasts and hard nipples and making Wanda grin and her eyes flash playfully. Cassidy took those pictures as well, though they wouldn’t make it into whatever ended up getting released. Then I massage her upper chest, and her arms, before getting to her face. As usual, I was delicate there and did my best not to smudge his lipstick.

It was when Wanda started to silently tear up and cry that I stopped, concerned. “Wanda?” I whispered quietly.

‘Sorry,” she said, blinking her eyes open and wiping at her eyes and cheeks. “Sorry, I just felt really peaceful. And horny, but God it was like I was floating on a cloud and the safest I’ve ever felt.”

Cassidy smiled and ran her fingers through Wanda’s hair, scratching at her scalp lightly, while I bent lower and kissed her softly.

“It’s OK,” I said. “I just wanted to make sure you were OK. Do you want me to keep doing that?”

“Yes,” Wanda said. “Some other time, though. The moments probably passed.”

“OK,” I nodded, then kissed her forehead softly. “Have I mentioned how fucking beautiful you are today, by the way?”

“Maybe,” Wanda smiled. “But it’s nice to hear it again. Sir.”

“Well, you’re fucking beautiful,” I said softly, then leaned down so my lips were right next to her ear and whispered, “My filthy little fuck whore.”

Her grin said it all.

Chapter 108

I massaged Wanda’s arms quickly then we flipped her over and I worked on her shoulders, then made a show of undoing her bikini top and laying the string aside before massaging down her back. It was right around the middle of her back that Wanda moaned softly. But she didn’t just moan.

She moaned my name. “Rooobbiee.”

“Yes?” I asked her quietly, continuing to massage that part of her back.

“I now fully believe you could make Leia come from massaging her feet if she felt like this,” Wanda sighed.

“Do you think you can get there if I keep going?” I asked.

She nodded without saying anything.

“Do you want me to?”

She hesitated.

“Answer him, little slut,” Cassidy whispered. As with Becca, she’d been shifting around us quietly, snapping pictures while keeping her and our shadows out of the shot.

“Yes,” Wanda said. “But you want me primed for tonight too, sir.”

“I do,” I said, and kissed her between her shoulder blades. “But I want you to know that this is real, too. So don’t hold back right now, OK? I’m going to keep massaging you, and I want you to come when you’re ready.”

“Thank you, sir,” she gasped.

I kept massaging, down to her lower back, then back up to her middle back. It really wasn’t anything different than I usually did, but something made it special for Wanda in that spot and when she came she shuddered softly and let out a little coo of happiness. I also noticed the white gusset of her bikini bottoms darkened between her thighs in the process.

Instead of continuing I laid down next to her and pulled her close, hugging her to me. Wanda wrapped her arms around me, pressing her naked chest to mine as she breathed deeply. Finally, she opened her eyes. “That was amazing, and the exact opposite of the buttons you’re supposed to be pushing today.”

“I know,” I smirked. “But I don’t care. That was beautiful.”

“It was,” she sighed and then kissed me softly. “Thanks.”

Fuck. My tongue almost said something I shouldn’t. My heart wasn’t beating fast, but it was beating heavy. Fuck, fuck.

“Let’s finish up, OK?” I asked.

She nodded, and soon she was back in position on her stomach, her arms up and cradling her head, and I was straddling her as and finished massaging her lower back. Just as I was about to move down to her glutes, trying my damndest not to think about what had just almost happened, we were interrupted by Heather and Cattie coming up the stairs at the back end of the boat.

“Oh, hey,” Cattie said. “How’s the shoot going?”

“Really good,” Cassidy said. “Probably as good as Becca’s.”

“I’m having a blast,” Wanda grinned, looking up at the two. “I almost feel like my body is high right now, it’s that good.”

Cattie was dressed in a black bikini with a sheer blue wrap around her waist, while Heather was in a one-piece swimsuit with legholes that ran high on her hips and a cutout circle that showed off a big portion of cleavage. They were both wearing their sunglasses, and Cattie had tied her hair back into a cute pair of braids.

“Well, we won’t distract you anymore,” Heather said.

“All good,” I said. “And thanks again for earlier.”

She hesitated, then nodded without saying anything and moved on.

‘Thanks,’ Cattie mouthed with an earnest smile, then followed after her girlfriend over to the deck chairs.

“Good thing they didn’t come up earlier,” Wanda whispered with a soft smile. “It would have been a lot harder to explain our quick cuddle.”

“You’d be surprised,” Cassidy whispered back. “Cuddles are only as weird as you make them.”

“Topless?”

Cassidy shrugged. “Are you ready to get your ass massaged or what?”

Wanda looked back at me and grinned. “Yes, please.”

I did just that, palming her ass and slowly spreading suntan oil on her cheeks. She flexed her glutes up at me, and I worked her ass and thighs for the camera, then moved back up again just for us and slid my fingers under the elastic of her bottoms and massaged the rest of her cheeks, then down into her ass crack running my fingers across her most intimate areas. Soon Wanda was panting softly and humping back at me.

But instead of pushing a finger in her, or even cycling down lower to her clit, I pulled away.

“Turn over,” I whispered to her.

She did, without hesitating, leaving her top on the floor so that her bare breasts were out. I took a moment to lean down and suck one of the soft pink nipples into my mouth for a moment before kissing her just as briefly.

“Now, my slut-pet,” I whispered. “I want you to masturbate for me. Pull your bottoms down your thighs and show me how you like to touch yourself when you’re thinking of me. But you already got your orgasm for being a good girl, so even though you’re going to do your very best, you aren’t going to come. Alright?”

“Yes, sir,” she nodded quickly.

I leaned back on my knees, sitting upright, as Wanda pulled her bottoms down her thighs slightly and immediately started rubbing her fingers over her pussy lips. She licked her lips and stared at me as she did it, and soon she was interspersing rubbing herself quickly with spreading herself lewdly, showing me the wet, pink centre of her pussy as it gaped and flexed, begging for my cock. Her outer vulva flushed with more arousal, but she avoided her clit as she wasn’t allowed to come.

She panted, her chest heaving, and didn’t stop. Wanda was looking at me through her lashes as her body tensed with her effort, her breasts wobbling, her toes clenching and unclenching.

Wanda was working herself into a fever pitch that had her fingers sloshing just slightly. She was getting closer and closer, but I could tell she was also resisting because that’s what I’d asked of her.

All at once I pulled her hand away from her pussy and I leaned down over her, pressing her back to the towel as I kissed her hard. Her naked breasts pressed to my naked chest, my cock still in my swimsuit pressing against her mound. She kissed me back needily, our tongues dancing, but I set the tempo and I slowed us both down into a leisurely makeout, and then into shorter kisses.

“Thank you, sir,” Wanda panted once the kissing was done. “That was- I”m so fucking turned on right now. I’ve never let anyone take pictures of me like that, and doing it for you- Fuck. Robbie, that was intense. I can’t believe I didn’t come.”

I gave her another peck. “That was really special. Thank you.”

She hugged me, and then Cassidy was putting away the camera and I helped Wanda get her top on. “You going to try and squeeze in Terra’s shoot now?” she asked.

I shook my head. “You should probably scoot down and change, or hop in the hot tub. Your bottoms are soaked. I think I want to head down and take a nap, and talk with Cassidy for a second.”

“Are you kidding?” Wanda asked. “Fuck that, I’m gonna wear this with pride. I’m joining Team Leia. Maybe I’ll get a shirt printed for us. ‘I got a massage from Robbie, and all I got was this t-shirt and a weirdly un-sexual orgasm.’

“Unsexual, huh?” Cassidy grinned.

“You know what I mean,” Wanda said. She gave me one last kiss, then got on her knees and pulled Cassidy towards her and kissed my fiancee on the cheek. “Thanks for letting this happen.”

“My, and your, pleasure,” Cassidy smiled.

Wanda hopped up and started walking around the hot tub towards the others. “You gals are not going to believe this…”

“Is something wrong?” Cassidy asked me quietly as we packed up the towel and zipped up the camera bag. “I thought we were on the same page with Wanda.”

“Downstairs,” I said, taking her hand and squeezing it softly, trying to reassure her in a way I didn’t feel.

Chapter 109

“What’s wrong?” Cassidy asked, now concerned as I had led her into our room and then flopped face down on our bed.

I mumbled wordlessly into the mattress, and Cassidy got up onto the bed beside me and reached down, starting her own massage on my shoulder.

“Tiger, please don’t- I love you, Robbie. I really don’t want to see you like that first day. Please talk to me and don’t bottle it up. Radical honesty.

I sighed, which only just barely didn’t turn into a sob. Now that I wasn’t trying actively to be what she and Wanda wanted me to be, the guilt was ripping into my chest. And frustration that I felt the way I did, both then and now. I turned over so I was on my back, and Cassidy laid down crosswise on the bed so her head was resting on my chest and she was looking up at me.

“I’m so sorry, Cass,” I said, closing my eyes and breathing deeply.

“For what, Robbie?” she asked. “None of that was bad. It was hot as hell, and super sweet at the same time. You did everything you could to make her feel amazing and you succeeded. Plus the pictures looked amazing.”

I took one more breath, counting down from three in my head, but I couldn’t open my eyes and look into hers as I said it. “Cass, I think we need to stop. When I was holding her like that, after the orgasm, I almost told her I loved her.”

Cassidy didn’t move.

“I wasn’t thinking that. I wasn’t building up to it or anything. And it’s insane, and so fucking wrong. I’ve known her for all of two days and I’m in love with you. And she’s married to someone else, and everything we’ve been doing has been about sexual gratification and feeling good and we haven’t been romantic. But I felt it right there in that moment, and I almost said it, and I feel fucking awful for it.”

Cassidy shifted and crawled up over me so that she was laying on top of my fully, her arms hugging under mine and burying beneath me and her legs pulled up and straddling my hips.

“It’s OK, baby,” she said. Cassidy hadn’t called me ‘baby’ since she’d started using Tiger as her pet name for me. It had been a couple of years. I was always ‘Robbie’ or ‘Tiger,’ or very occasionally ‘Robert’ when she was being silly with an accent.

“It’s not,” I said, wrapping my arms around her as well.

“No,” she shook her head. “It is. I- I had a feeling this might happen. Baby, I never felt this way about any of the girls I was cheating on you with, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t going to develop feelings for the women you feel safe with. I know you. I know how big a heart you have, and how much you care about people that are close to you. Wanda isn’t a Madison, she isn’t some hookup. We, and you especially, are taking your time to get to know her, and care about her. Same with Becca. I’d say same with Cattie, but that’s sort of different already.”

“But it’s wrong,” I said softly.

“It’s not wrong, it’s just different,” Cassidy said softly. “Do you love me?”

“I do,” I said.

“I have your heart, baby,” Cassidy said. “Like you said, you own me and I own you. I’m giving you permission to share your cock with any woman you want, and I’m giving you permission to share your heart with Wanda and Becca and Cattie, OK? If anyone else gets close, just tell me and we can talk about it. Obviously if you say it, it might be weird for them. So just… show it. Be yourself, and they’ll know.”

We lay like that for a while, quiet and breathing together.

“Are you sure?” I asked her. “This is different from what we talked about. Your cheating was physical. This is-”

“Not cheating,” Cassidy said. “And God, I love you all the more for needing to tell me right away. Even though it was hard. I wish I was as strong as you, Robbie. I wish I told you everything I was feeling all those years ago before I ever slept with any other girls at all. I’m so sorry.”

Again, we held each other, hugging and quiet.

I had to process this, and I didn’t know where to start. I’d decided, maybe even earlier than I’d realized, that I was still in love, and loved, Cassidy. She was mine, I was hers. That was the thing. I could acknowledge she hurt me deeply, but that we were going to figure it out because she was so completely full of contrition.

I loved Cattie. I was in lust with her. Fuck, was I in lust with her, but I also loved her. It felt more like my love for my sister than for Cassidy though, though maybe the ability to act on my lust was changing that. I wanted to make sure she was safe, and taken care of. I wanted her to be loved, and feel that.

I had a crush on Becca. I knew that. An infatuation. I saw in her parts of myself that I liked, and differences that I liked too. A crush was different from love, but a crush was what I’d had for Cassidy all those years ago. I wanted to impress Becca. I wanted to see her succeed, and celebrate that with her, and hold her close and protect her if she needed it. I wanted to know more about her, and spend more time with her, and explore her mentally and spiritually and, yes, physically.

But I loved Wanda in a way that was different from the other two and was closer to Cassidy. Maybe I was deluding myself, and it was just a reflection of Wanda saying similar things as Cass - the ownership flirting, the comfortability of our bodies together. My desire to meet her needs matching with her feeling unfulfilled. But she was married, for fuck’s sake!

The sexual contact wasn’t cheating because she had a deal with her husband and they knew about it. But there was no way he was aware of the emotions going on. I doubted he would be horny to hear her temporary partner was in love with his wife. Or maybe he would - fuck, the way she talked he sounded like he might be a secret cuckold or something. But that wasn’t what I wanted.

The engines powered lower, and then off, and there were a lot more voices going on above. The boats had come back together.

“Robbie?” Cassidy asked softly, checking if I was awake.

“I”m here,” I said.

“I love you,” she said. “It’s OK. I promise. It will all be OK.”

It was hard to see how it was, or could be. And Cassidy didn’t sound sure, but she did sound confident.

Maybe it could be.

Chapter 110

I changed into athletic shorts and a t-shirt before we headed up to see what lunch was about, and I was soon co-opted into barbecuing burgers and hotdogs for lunch. Becca and JC had found us a quiet cove not unlike the one we had anchored in the first night, though it was a little more open to the main lake except that it had more of a beach on the western side and the rock bluff on the east was about twice as tall as the houseboats.

While I was cooking Becca came around to see me, sliding in next to me at the grill on the porch of the Singles Boat. “Hey,” she said. “How are you doing now?”

I knew she meant after the encounter with the rednecks, but my discussion with Cass was still on my mind. She was up on the topdecks hanging out and chatting at my encouragement.

“Oh, I’m fine,” I said. “I’ve shaken off worse. Remember, I work in a Vegas casino. I’ve seen some shit.”

She snorted a little and grinned. “Well, I’m glad. And I was serious before - I appreciate you trying to step in quickly and deal with things like that with some humour and class. You really are a hero, even when it doesn’t work out.”

Becca was rubbing my back a little as she encouraged and complimented me, and I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into a side hug. “I appreciate you saying that,” I said.

“Good,” she said. “Sometimes I feel like you don’t believe it.”

“With you reinforcing it, never again,” I promised her with a smile.

She slipped her hand from my back down into the waistband of my shorts, scratching her short nails lightly over the cheek of my ass. “And about the other thing…”

“Yes?” I asked, flexing my ass cheek and making her giggle and little.

“I was thinking maybe I should take a break from shoots tonight. I’m pretty sure everyone is planning one for tonight, so it would give you and I some private time on one of the boats.”

“That sounds wonderful,” I said and set down the tongues I was using on the grill and slid my own hand down her back and into the back of her daisy dukes, palming her butt in return. She just grinned at that, but then that grin turned a little nervous.

“Um, I did want to ask for something though,” She said.

“Anything,” I said. “Well, within reason.”

“So far the way we’ve done the big things has been with both you and Cassidy there. I was wondering if, because it’s been so long for me, maybe it would be OK if this first one is just you and I?”

“First one, huh?” I asked, trying to diffuse the nervous tension she was feeling.

“Yes, first one,” she said, sliding her hand from my ass around to the front and grasping my cock. “We’ve got four more days after this, and unless something goes drastically wrong I’m hoping you and I have at least a few chances to hook up.”

“Happy to,” I said quietly. “And I’ll talk to Cassidy.”

“OK,” she nodded. “Thanks. I’m not against playing with her too, it’s just-”

“Been a while,” finished for her. She took her hand off of my dick, which was now half-hard, and I tilted her face up to mine. “Come here, you,” I whispered and kissed her. She breathed in through her nose as we kissed, and slowly we began to make out until we were interrupted by the grease from the burgers popping into a small whoosh of flames.

“Later,” Becca nodded with a grin.

“Can’t wait,” I said.

She grinned again, biting the corner of her lip for a moment before heading up the stairs to check on the other lunch prep.

I was just starting to pull the hotdogs off the grill, the burgers needing a bit more time, when Wanda swung by.

“Thanks again for earlier, sir,” she said, hugging me from behind and peeking under my arm at what I was doing.

“You’re welcome, sweetie,” I said, stretching to get my arm around to hug her.

“Sweetie?” she asked with an eyebrow.

“I don’t know who can hear us here,” I said, and bent lower to whisper right in her ear. “Slut.”

“God, I want to blow you right here,” she said quietly.

“That would be hot as hell, but I’m almost done cooking,” I said.

“Maybe next time I’ll show up earlier then,” she teased.

“Maybe you should,” I teased back.

She stood and pulled me back from the barbeque a bit, then hugged me more properly and I returned it. “Seriously, Robbie. I really enjoyed that. Thank you.”

“I did too, Wanda,” I said. I love you, I thought. I just hugged her tighter, thinking it. Feeling guilty about it still, but thinking it.

She pulled back eventually and kissed me quickly before asking where Cassidy was, and I told her I’d seen my fiancee up on the top deck last. Wanda left me to seek her out.

My next visitor was nearly so sweet, or kind, or wanting a hug or grope of my penis.

“Are you almost done or what?” Sherry asked, not even coming all the way down the stairs.

“Just about,” I said, starting to pull the burgers off the grill. “Everything else ready up there?”

“For a while,” she said. She hovered like she wanted to say more.

“Sherry, I heard you earlier,” I said. “Did you hear me?”

“What does that mean?”

“I mean did you talk to your sister one on one about what you’re so mad about?” I asked.

“Whatever,” Sherry scoffed. “I don’t have to talk to you about anything.”

“No, you don’t,” I said.

She seemed to not know how to respond to that and just walked back up the stairs. It was hard to remember that, on a boat full of beautiful women, Sherry was still the youngest in the group.

I brought the food up and lunch was served. Cassidy came to me while I was in line and gave me a little kiss, just letting me know she was around. I also had my ass grabbed, though when I turned to see who did it I actually couldn’t tell in the small crowd.

Leia met me at the end of the serving row, smiling sweetly. “Hey, have lunch with me?” she asked.

“Sure,” I said. “Happy to.”

“Great,” she said with a pretty grin. “I have a surprise that I hope you’ll like.”