Page 57 of The Companion Love Trap

“Yep.” He smirked, not stopping as he weaved them around the brightly colored yarn. “Care to join me, Meu Tudo?” He motioned with his needles to the empty spot next to him.

“I’m not interrupting your knitting time? Are the rest of the grandmas coming by?” I joked as I knee-walked closer to him.

“Nope, and just me.”

“I’m just teasing you. It’s cool that you knit. I never would’ve thought that about you.”

“You think things about me, Meu Tudo?” he asked, his voice almost a purr.

I leaned back against the pillow, keeping my legs bent at the knees. Buns moved closer to get pets, and I stroked her head as I thought about my answer.

“I do. I don’t always like to admit it, but I do.” Turning my head to him, and watching as he digested my words. His throat bobbed, his eyes fixed firmly on the task in his hand. But I caught the corner of his mouth that tilted up.

“I’m glad. Because I constantly think of you, Meu Tudo.”

“How have you not gotten bored of me?” I asked in a rare show of vulnerability.

“What’s to get bored of? You’re the most fascinating creature that I’ve ever encountered, and I still have so many things to learn about you, baby.”

“Your undying faith in me is a little intimidating,” I admitted. “I worry I won’t measure up to your version of me in your head.”

“Nonsense. You’re every bit and more because you’re the real thing, not something I created.”

“I hope so.”

“Shh, Meu Tudo. Rest your mind. Quit trying to overthink everything and be in the moment here with me. I got you.”

I sucked in a breath. The comfort in those three words was mind-blowing. Laying my head on the pillow above his shoulder, I watched him work, relaxing into the rhythm and methodical movements. At some point, I drifted off to sleep as my body fully relaxed, letting go of the need to do something and just be.

CRUISE DAY SIX

Another night of only sleeping, making four out of five nights without any hot vacation sex. I’d be worried my pussy was broken, but I was such a hot and horny mess that the slightest pressure had my clit throbbing with need. What made it worse was not even having time to take care of myself.

This had to end. I was this close to requesting a refund. Or killing someone. It was a toss-up at this point.

“I’m not trying to sound like a horny bitch, but if I don’t get some cock today, I’m liable to murder someone. And none of you are exempt.”

The three guys who’d been ducking my attempts while edging me smirked, glancing back and forth between one another. I didn’t know if it had started as a conjoined effort, but it was now.

The worst part was I didn’t find any of the other available men attractive anymore to even wave my ‘open for business’ sign around. My hoochie had claimed these three, and now no other dicks could visit. It was cruel and unusual punishment coming from my own vagina.

“The agenda is pretty full today, Firecracker,” Jace said, giving me a mock frown. “There’s the morning mimosas, another presentation, the pool party, and then the formal dinner with dancing.”

I lifted my croissant and pointed it as I glared, conveying with my eyes what I thought about this “full” schedule.

They chuckled, apparently not worried about me making a scene. We’d decided to have breakfast on our balcony this morning, giving us a little privacy. But I was to the point where scaling the side of the ship naked sounded like a solid plan if it got someone to insert their P into my V… or A. I’d really take anything at this point.

“I love that you’re all bonding and whatnot. But don’t think you can cut out the pussy without consequences. You convinced me to give this relationship a try, and I am. But I’ll be honest… I thought it would have more sex involved. If this is what relationships are about, I’m going back to causally fucking. Because I’m not cut out for once-a-month sex. I’ll die.” I dramatically sighed, pressing my hands into the table as I pretended to wither away.

“Hmm, what do you think, guys? Should we skip the mimosas and drink our girlfriend’s juice instead?” Cruz asked.

I crinkled my nose. “I’m all for what you’re implying but don’t say juice. In fact, don’t say nectar or love button either. It’s cum and a clit. If you can’t say it, you don’t need to be touching it.” Jace snorted before tossing his napkin on the table and crawling under the tablecloth, hidden from view. “Such a trash panda always dropping things,” I sighed seconds before I squealed.

Cruz reached over and covered my mouth with his hand as Jace pulled my sleep shorts and panties off from under the table.

“If you want Meu Dengo to continue, then you’ll have to be quiet, Meu Tudo.”

I nodded and slid back in the chair, my hands bracing against the armrest. I glanced at Kieran and saw how turned on he was. Outside of our time in the cove, and the nightly kissing and cuddling sessions that were pure torture, we hadn’t crossed any other bases.

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