Jinx's Fantasy (Goddess Isles Book 7), Page 2

  I rutted into her, sharp and quick, taking her as viciously as she would’ve been taken by a Scottish highwayman if this was real.

  “Feel that?” I growled into her ear. “My cock is inside yer. That means you can’t marry that codfish because you’re sullied. No longer a virgin for marriage.”

  Her lips twisted. “Sullied, huh?”

  I grinned. “By the worst kind of cur.”

  Her fingernails scraped my shoulder blades as I continued to drive into her. “Sullied by Sully. It seems you have a knack—” She gasped as I thrust harder.

  “Seeing as I’ve taken yer virginity, I might as well take yer dowry too and make yer an honest woman.” I kissed her, nipping at her lower lip, plunging my tongue in time to my cock thrusting inside her pussy. “I suppose yer’ll do as a wife.”

  “You suppose?” She bit my bottom lip in retaliation.

  I fucked her harder, making both of us breathless. “I’m not the marrying type, but if you let me fuck yer like this every day, marriage won’t be too bad.”

  Her back bowed as I quickened our maddening pace. Our hearts pounded to a chaotic beat, pushing us closer and closer to an orgasm. “You can have me any way you want.”

  “That a promise?” I dug my elbows into the ground, driving up and hard.

  “It’s a vow.” She kissed me.

  Our tongues lashed and our bodies thrust, and we rode each other up the mountain, through the clenching waves of bliss, and clung to each other as those waves turned to jerks of oversensitivity and aftermath.

  Our orgasms crested and ended at the same time, leaving us boneless in each other’s arms.

  Breathing hard, I looked down at the redheaded beauty who had mud smeared on her cheek and leaves tangled in her hair. Her chest rose and fell with rapid breath as I cupped her jaw and ran my thumb over her well-kissed bottom lip.

  I wanted to tell her I loved her.

  My entire chest swelled with overwhelming affection, but I had no words to give depth to what she did to me or reveal just how much playing with her in this way meant.

  She was everything.

  And I would never stop being humbled and awed that she loved me back.

  “You’re looking at me that way again.”

  “What way?” I cocked my head.

  “The way that makes me think you’re contemplating how to cut your heart from your chest to hand it to me.”

  “My heart belongs to yer.”

  “And mine to you.” She kissed me sweetly. “Always.”

  I shivered and rocked into her, keeping us joined. “I’ll hold yer to that.”

  “Good.” Wriggling a little under my weight, she sighed contentedly and looked down at her naked chest. “Good job I don’t have to return to my carriage in shame. My dress is in pieces.”

  “Yer breasts are too pretty to hide.”

  “Do you want other men to stare at me?”

  “Computer coded men, I’m fine with. I thoroughly enjoyed our audience fantasy last week. However, anyone real? No fuckin’ way.”

  She laughed softly. “That Scottish accent you have going on is making me want you again.”

  “Oh, yeah?” I raised an eyebrow, withdrawing a little only to plunge back into her. “How much?”

  “Enough to do this.” Bringing her knee up, she successfully dislodged me, unlinking us with a wince and a wet glide. Before I could compute that I was no longer inside her, she rolled to her hands and knees, shoved away her broken dress, and bolted from the ruin and into the woods wearing only sheer white stockings and a garter belt.

  And wasn’t that the best view in the world? My wife’s perfect ass running away from me.

  She wanted me to chase, to catch, to fuck.

  It will be my fucking pleasure.

  Pushing to my feet, I shoved off my kilt and ran after her.

  Chapter Two

  “GOOD MORNING, YOU TWO.”

  I looked up, peering through my sunglasses where Sully and I sat on the terrace at Divinity Dining. Now that no guests stayed on Goddess Isles, the restaurant hub of the island had become a central location for breakfast for me, Sully, Jess, and Cal.

  I grinned as Jess ducked to kiss my cheek before slipping into the chair beside me.

  “Good morning to you,” I said. “You look chirpy this morning.”

  Cal rolled his eyes as he nodded at Sully. “She’s chirpy every morning. It’s like being married to a perky chipmunk.”

  Jess threw a napkin at him. “It’s better than being married to a grumpy walrus.”

  “Walrus?” Cal raised his eyebrows as he cupped his smooth-shaven jaw. “No whiskers.” He pinched his trim waist. “No blubber.” He scowled. “Use an analogy that works, little chipmunk.”

  “He’s just a grumpy git.” Sully smirked. “He’s sulking because he knows we’re leaving tomorrow, and he’s waiting for an invitation.”

  A squawk sounded, followed by the flurry of emerald feathers. Pika landed face first in the grape bowl, while Skittles descended elegantly, perching on the rim of a dish holding freshly cut dragon fruit.

  I grinned, tickling Skittles under the chin while Sully grabbed a grape and bit it in half so Pika could nibble at it.

  “Good morning, tiny parrot,” I cooed. “Did you sleep well?”

  Skittles fluffed up, cocking her head so I could scratch her favourite spot under her left cheek. She looked drowsy in the morning sun, and Pika looked more chaotic than usual, wobbling a little as he attacked his breakfast.

  “Pika’s drunk, which means they’ve been in the hibiscus blooms.” Sully smiled, his five o’clock shadow, handsome jaw, and gorgeous blue eyes making my heart skip a beat. “I’m guessing they didn’t sleep but have been gorging themselves all night.”

  “And I don’t think they were the only ones who didn’t sleep much last night,” Jess piped up.

  My eyes shot to hers as I dropped my hand from cuddling Skittles. “Okay, out with it. Cal’s right. You’re like an annoying chipmunk the way you’re smirking at me. I swear you have nuts stashed in your cheeks.” I grinned as Jess burst out laughing.

  “Not nuts. Just...information.”

  “What information?”

  “About what you two dirty lovers got up to last night.”

  I smirked, fluttering my eyelashes. “I have no idea what you mean. You live on the opposite side of the island. There’s no way you know what we got up to.”

  “Oh, I have my ways.” She giggled. Leaning closer, loud enough so Cal and Sully heard on the other side of the table, she said, “Cal and I enjoyed a little Euphoria time of our own last night.”

  Cal groaned as if he was used to our oversharing but still kinda shy.

  “Oh, you did, did you?” I laughed. It wasn’t new to discuss what fantasies we all indulged in. Jess and I never shied of talking about what we found a turn-on and coming up with new and wonderful concepts for Sully to code.

  We were lucky.

  We had two amazing husbands who liked to play with us. And the fact that we all enjoyed a healthy night-life and didn’t share a prudish bone in our bodies meant that during some evening meals, if the cocktails had been flowing, our conversations turned downright explicit.

  “Imagine my surprise when I logged into the Euphoria app, minding my own business, perusing the choices for a night of entertainment, when I came across a newly uploaded cypher.” Jess’s hazel gaze shot to Sully. “Was it your idea, Sullivan, or Jinx’s?”

  Sully deliberately took a big mouthful of dragon fruit, shrugging. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I laughed as he winked at me. “But if you think you can mock me for the title, that was all Eleanor’s doing.”

  “The Horney Highwayman.” Jess laughed again. “Catchy.”

  “And rather fun.” I peeled a lychee, licking at the juice as a droplet ran down my palm. “And before you ask, the idea wasn’t mine.”

  “You were the one reading some smutty book about Scottish scoun
drels.” Sully ran a hand through his dark and sun-bleached bronze hair. “A particular chapter was well read by the looks of the pages...I just obliged and made you the heroine and gave you what she got.”

  “Might have to try that one myself,” Cal muttered, a grin on his face as he typed something on his iPad. “Handsy Scots and unwilling damsels sound like a fun night.”

  “Oh, the damsel wasn’t unwilling.” Sully smirked. “Not once I showed her a different kind of sword to the one she was threatening me with. If I remember correctly, her refusal quickly became a beg.”

  I threw my lychee at him. “I distinctly remembering you begging when you chased me into the woods and I got on my knees and put my mouth on your—”

  “Codfish.” Sully kept a straight face even though the table erupted into sniggers. “I do remember stuffing something down your throat so you couldn’t scream for help.”

  “Oh, I wasn’t screaming for help.” I climbed out of my chair and crossed the short distance to Sully. “I was screaming because my husband is the best fantasy, highwayman, and monster combined.” I bent to kiss him, and he parted his lips to greet mine, his tongue entering my mouth a second later as if laying claim to me all over again.

  Jess laughed under her breath as I pulled away and sat back down, plucking another lychee from the bowl.

  “I might have to borrow that book.”

  I gave her a nod. “It’s good. I’ll leave it for you when we go tomorrow.”

  Cal sniffed. “And we’re back to the fact that you’re leaving with no idea when you’ll be back.”

  Sully rolled his eyes. “You know I can’t stay away from here for too long. It’ll be a week, two weeks tops.”

  “And I have to stay and run the science stuff while you sail to another set of islands that makes you a fortune.”

  “Exactly.” Sully slapped him on the shoulder. “Peter Beck and I have been working closely together lately. Our new research on Spetrex looks as if it has the ability to rejuvenate cells that lead to cognitive disabilities. We might finally have a cure for dementia. If there isn’t reception on the boat, then I need you to be online to approve any additional funding as we move to the next stage of testing.”

  “It’s not a boat, Sinclair.” Cal reclined in his chair, placing the iPad by his coffee cup. “It’s a yacht. A big fucking yacht. And if it doesn’t have Wi-Fi, then I’ll literally eat your damn parrot.”

  Pika threw him a scowl before resuming his under wing preening.

  Cal stroked Pika’s head before adding, “I told you, Sullivan, you didn’t check the dimensions right when you agreed to let that Prest guy start manufacturing.”

  “We ordered two in the end,” I said, sipping on freshly squeezed watermelon. “One small one for day trips and another large enough for weekend excursions for the married couples who need that extra step in their counselling.”

  “Yes, well, your sexual therapy islands are about to get a yacht almost as big as they are.” Cal chuckled.

  “Rapture is bigger than Serigala, so I’m sure you’re exaggerating.” I swallowed. “You are exaggerating, right?”

  Grabbing his iPad, Cal tapped in a few places and brought up the email from Elder Prest from a year ago. Sully and I had gone through the link he’d sent us, looked at prior commissions he’d done, and discussed the advantages of having another form of accommodation for our guests on Rapture.

  We’d agreed on a boat called Calypso—mainly because she was a goddess who’d trapped her husband on an island and made him immortal. Their twisted tale seemed a mirror image of Sully’s and mine. We hadn’t even really looked at the specifications after that. Sully had sent Elder Prest an email, requesting Calypso to be built along with a smaller vessel called Thimble, after a tiny jellyfish that had a nasty sting.

  And to be honest, I’d completely forgotten about it. We’d made the order a week after returning from Hawksridge Hall in England, and apart from the invoices sent periodically as the build progressed, Mr. Prest didn’t bother sending other correspondence.

  Cal passed me his iPad. “See for yourself. That behemoth is on its way here.”

  Taking it, I squinted at the screen, angling it away from the sun’s glare. My mouth fell open at the sleek, sexy lines of a black and chrome super machine. It’d been given scale by placing a regular sized speedboat beside it.

  The speedboat was the size of a grape next to a watermelon.

  “Oh...shit.” I passed the iPad to Sully. “Did we seriously order a small floatable country?”

  Sully chuckled as his intelligent eyes cast over the screen. “So that’s why it cost a shit ton more than I was expecting.” Zooming in on the specs that we really should have taken note of a year ago, he listed off, “Twelve state rooms, three formal lounges, movie theatre, swimming pool, fifteen bathrooms, onboard submarine, helipad.” He rolled his eyes. “Cal’s right. That isn’t a boat; it’s a fucking hotel.”

  “Pity you don’t trade in skin anymore, Sinclair.” Cal smirked. “Aren’t the oceans free from international law? You could’ve had a new place for renting out goddesses to shady guests.”

  Sully threw him a look. “You know, that might not be a bad idea.”

  “Excuse me?” My eyebrows shot up as Jess stiffened in her chair. Unlike my journey from goddess to wife, she’d had to serve far too many clients. She knew first-hand what it was like to be forced to sleep with strangers, high on elixir or not. “How can you even suggest that, Cal, after you saw Jess’s entrapment?”

  Cal shook his head. “You know I’m kidding.” Reaching across the table, he grabbed Jess’s hand. “There is no fucking way I’d ever enslave anyone.” Kissing her knuckles, he added, “Unless it’s in a fantasy, and then I’d enslave the hell out of you.”

  Jess pulled her hand back, pretending to rub his kiss away. “I think you had a bit too much fun in Euphoria last night.”

  “Which one did you play?” I asked, relaxing again as Sully returned Cal’s iPad.

  “Threadbare Trader,” Jess answered.

  I frowned, trying to remember which one that was. Before I could ask, Sully bent closer, whispering, “The slave market where the trader tries to buy the prettiest girl on offer but can’t afford her. There’s a computer coded audience while he—”

  “Takes her anyway,” Cal said, grinning. “Thoroughly, I might add.”

  “And you know I’m kidding too. Right, Eleanor?” Sully stroked my long hair. “About the illegal parts, of course. However, Cal is right that the boat could work as a sex club where both men and women would be free to indulge.”

  “Yacht, not boat,” Cal cut in. “A floating city.”

  “But isn’t that what Rapture is?” I asked. “The stats that Sophie Smith, our CEO, regularly sends us show that Euphoria is a hit, and they had to build two new playrooms. As word continues to travel that a week on Rapture saves marriages—no matter how broken—we get more and more requests.”

  “Yes, but they’re husbands and wives trying to make shit work. I’m talking about younger, friskier people. Girls who want their darkest fantasies played out safely. Boys who want to be animals without running the risk of imprisonment.” Sully’s sea gaze sparked with yet another business venture.

  It seemed pharmaceuticals, marriage counselling islands, and all the other side charities and enterprises we oversaw together wouldn’t stop what he truly was.

  He was an entrepreneur with a never-ending thirst to birth businesses that fit niches that normalcy couldn’t deliver.

  Jess scooted forward in her chair. “You’re right. That could be amazing. I know from personal experience that when Cal and I play, it increases our intimacy a thousand-fold. I know him so well just from sharing what we truly want. Imagine if men and women booked a weekend on Calypso, clicked from a menu of their wants and desires, and were matched with likeminded partners.” She gave me a dreamy smile. “It could be the new version of all those awful dating apps. Don’t swipe left, choose a fanta
sy that another has chosen, have a night of absolute abandonment, fall madly in love, and be as happy as the four of us.”

  I eyed her. “Sounds like you’d enjoy running it.”

  “I’d enjoy playing matchmaker.”

  “It wouldn’t hurt to do a trial,” Sully murmured. “Create a simple website, let a few discreet booking agents know, host a few strangers onboard, and see where we go from there.”

  “At this rate, we’ll need to buy a fleet.” I smiled. “You know anything to do with Euphoria is a massive success.”

  “Yes, well. Who can say no to a virtual world where there’s no shame?” Sully gave me a doting smile.

  “I think it’s a worthwhile venture,” Cal said. “And, in the interest of business, Jess and I will accompany you on your inaugural cruise so we can test out the yacht and see if it would be suitable for guests.”

  Sully laughed. “Your lack of subtly is impressive.”

  “I’ve given up waiting for an invite and just issued myself one instead.” Cal grinned. “And there’s no excuse about Wi-Fi. A yacht like that will have its own everything.”

  “Fine. If that’s the case, then you’re more than welcome—”

  “Eh, sir?” Radcliffe, our head of security, appeared as silently and as stealthy as he always did.

  Sully instantly stood. “Everything okay?”

  “There’s a vessel on the horizon. It just triggered the outer reef sensors.”

  Sully narrowed his eyes. “Friend or foe?”

  “Can’t tell. We’re trying to find what channel they’re on to radio. Thought I’d let you know sooner, rather than later.”

  Pika fluttered to Sully’s shoulder, and Skittles flew to mine.

  I stood too, moving to Sully’s side. “What does the ship look like?”

  “Black and silver.” Radcliffe ran his hand over his gun strapped to his thigh. “Fucking ginormous.”

  Cal and Jess stood, our breakfast forgotten. Cal rubbed his jaw. “He’s a day early.”

  Sully nodded. “It seems Calypso has arrived.”

  “Want me to take Singa Laut and check their credentials?” Radcliffe asked, mentioning Sully’s personal speedboat that we used to visit Lebah and his forty-four islands in our private archipelago.