Victoria’s Secret Wish(54)

They’d finally gotten comfortable together. It was a shame they didn’t have more time. David’s visits would be sporadic, at best. If he agreed to visit. Fuck, he hoped so, after he’d built Vic up to hope for it.

“So why did you come on this cruise, really?” she asked.

David looked up from her feet to her face. “I was hoping to find a hot redhead and have some awesome sex.” Good answer, chap.

“Yeah?” Her voice was smooth as her nightgown, warm as the sun shining down, the sound of a flattered woman.

David grinned. Such an attractive smile he had. “Yeah. Only one day left to find her, though. I’m starting to wonder.” David jerked upright, his eyes round, and her knees snapped together.

Vic gaveth, and she taketh away.

David smirked, and tickled a finger along the arch of her foot. She nearly came out of her seat. Ah, he could give it back. Did he realize no matter what, Vic was always still in command?

“Seriously,” she prodded.

“Seriously?” He stroked her calf, shrugged. “I needed a break from reality. An escape, I guess. I considered booking a trip to Fantasy Mountain, but had no idea what I wanted, ya know? So then I saw this cruise was happening during my off time.”

“You really had no ideas for a fantasy?” Vic always swore everybody had fantasies; many weren’t brave enough to admit to them, though.

He’d turned that theory on her enough times, but look how long it had taken for her to confess her own? Knowing her, she’d be out to discover David’s so they could fulfill it already.

“I’m twenty-one, remember?” David laughed. “But think about it. If I wanted to go someplace where all this crazy shit was happening, like fucking machine contests and girls doing girls by the pool, how long would it be ’til I ended up on every tabloid news show? Pictures of me watching or doing, or whatever… I needed to go someplace without cameras.”

“And then Britt ends up whipping out his phone and hitting the record button last night for a close-up of our penetration scene.”

What? He had that on his phone?

David blew a raspberry. “I’m probably not too recognizable by my junk. And that sort of thing isn’t going to show up on TV. Besides…” He cleared his throat. “I’d kinda like to watch it back sometime.”

Silence fell between them, and Vic’s knees spread apart again.

“Anything else I don’t recall from last night, besides my porn-recording debut?” Brett asked, stepping out into the sun.

“Debut, my ass,” Vic muttered. “How’s your head, hon?”

“As if it’s a great concern of yours.” He faked a pout and sank into an empty chair. “Out here flirting and eating with this bloke, while I’m inside on my death bed.”

Vic rolled her eyes and shook her head, but David grinned. “Can you handle some breakfast yet?”

Breakfast. Dear Lord. “Doubtful.”

David looked around the table. “We’re fresh out of crumpets,” he said with an admirable British accent. “But how about an English, er British muffin, perhaps, and a spot of tea?”

Muffins and tea. And a couple of aspirin.

“And how about a swift kick?” Vic added. “David told me how much you drank down there in the casino last night.” Not to mention what he’d drank all day.

He accepted a buttered muffin and spread some jam on it. “Fuck, it’s bright out,” he complained. “Did you tell her about the loot we won from the carny game?”

“Loot from the carny game.” Vic rubbed her eyes. “I can only imagine.”

“You know, the claw? We landed you an extensive collection of new vibrators.”

“Perfect. Because we all know I don’t have access to things like sex toys.” She smiled and shook her head. “It must be a pretty easy machine to beat, if you managed after drinking that much.”

Easy? He wasn’t so sure about that. But he’d dropped a couple hundred in quarters in the thing. All in good fun, though, and not close to what he’d probably lost gambling.

“I think he won like five grand yesterday,” David said. “A couple at the poker table, and then three at roulette. You should take him to Vegas.”

“Really?” Vic’s brows arched up. Surprising news, since he was more of a losing gambler than a winner. Perhaps David was good luck. “Maybe you’re on a winning streak. You can test it out later when Mark and Carmyn come over. We’ll all go down to the casino for a while.”

“Mark and Carmyn?” He did a poor job of keeping the disappointment from his voice.