Victoria’s Secret Wish(62)

David breathed. Hadn’t noticed he’d been holding it. “Yeah. That’s right.”

“Did you get the part, then?”

He nodded. Might as well go with the story. Surfer, surfer acting the part of another surfer…not such a stretch.

“I knew you would.” Rafe grinned. “I put in a good word for you. Bill–that’s the producer,” he explained to everyone else, “values my input, as we’ve worked together on so many films now. Had to pass on that film, myself. I had another project with conflicting schedules. I knew from the moment we met you had talent, though.”

“Well, thanks. I appreciate it.” What a dummy. Did Rafe really think he was an actor?

Beside him, Britt shook…laughing? Yep. Trying to keep it in. Well, it was funny as fuck. Hell. Now he could barely keep a straight face. He placed his napkin on the table and pushed his chair back. “Excuse me for a moment.”

Men’s room. Where the hell was it? Oh, there. He made a beeline, hoping nobody noticed the bulge from Vic’s attention. Thank God he had the room to himself. It might be a sex cruise, but he wasn’t wild about the idea of whipping out a hard-on to pee in a public restroom. He’d barely worked his cock out of his slacks, when the door banged open.

Britt, doubling over, laughing, reaching up to slide a bolt into place to lock the door. That was a little strange.

“Oh. Hey.”

“Hallo.” Britt straightened and wiped his eyes. “That bugger. Such an idiot.”

“Yeah. I still can’t imagine what Vic saw in him–”

“Bloody hell, don’t.” Britt held up his hands, all traces of laughter gone. “I’ve hated that man since we had theater troupe together at university. Seeing Vic with him sent me through the fucking roof. I’d rather not relive it.” He positioned himself in front of the urinal. “I can see where Vic’s left foot has been.” Once he’d worked his sizable erection out of his pants, it was obvious Vic had been busy with both feet.

Holy shit, the guy was hung. It wasn’t his first time seeing Britt’s cock, but–

“David, we need to talk.”

Oh, hell. Staring. He’d been staring at Britt’s dick. First rule of restroom etiquette–Never let ’em see you seeing their junk. “Er. Talk?”

Britt finished up, zipped up, and headed to the sink to wash up.

He’d better wash too.

When Britt was done drying his hands and had tossed the little hand towel into the basket, he leaned against the marble wall. “About Vic,” he motioned with his hands between them, “and us.”

Shit. Was he so transparent that Britt had figured out he was in love with Vic? Did everybody on the damn ship know? He couldn’t speak, so he nodded, hoping Britt would get on with it.

“I want your help with something.” Britt took David’s towel, tossed it in the basket behind him, looked at the floor. “Something you might not be terribly comfortable with.” His blue eyes looked up, met David’s. “I want to push her past all reason. Make her lose control.”

He had to be talking about sex. “You think she’ll like that? Won’t it make her mad?” Assuming she’d even let them.

Britt chuckled. “I think she’ll positively hate it. At first. She’s going to fight it and try to take the reins back.” It would be so hot, to see her let loose, let them get her off, their way. Britt put his hands on David’s shoulders, maintained eye contact. “There’s one thing that’ll drive her wild, if you’re up for it.”

Driving Vic wild? His dick was hard all over again, just thinking about it. “Whatever it takes.”





Chapter 22



At least that was finally over. Now for the fun part of the evening. Victoria kicked her sequined heels off, sending them sprawling against the wall. She turned and looked at her men, both of whom she’d managed to grope in the elevator. Both of whom were hard, because she’d spent the evening making sure they remained that way. This would be a night to remember.

They were staring at her. Well, she’d wanted their attention. Best go with it. “Enjoy your dinner?” she asked David, loosening his tie.

He gave her a scalding smirk, pulled her close so she could feel his erection.

Britt crowded up behind her. “Dinner was quite good. You, however, Vic, were very bad.”

She giggled. Wow, it felt nice being smashed between them. “First dirty, and now bad. Guess I’m on a roll today.”

“Bad girls need to be punished.” Britt nuzzled the back of her neck, under her hair.

Punished? “Not spanking.” She hoped. They’d had that discussion, and it wasn’t for either of them.