Page 47 of Deadlier Obsessions

Yikes. So it turns out that boat crews really don’t like orgies happening in their cabins, according to Stella when I ask her what was being said, even though it’s pretty obvious it was about all the sex.

“Repressed fucking-”

“Gage, calm down. It’s not like she walked in on a kiss and a hug, babe. We were all fucking, and that’s not necessarily what people want to walk in on.”

“I’d have cleaned up the cum, or at least made you do it,” he mutters to Sebastian as he walks ahead of us.

“He’s feeling like he’s let us down,” Stella says to me as we fall behind the men to talk.

“Really? Why?”

“That’s what he said to the captain, that he’d promised us a boat trip, and he didn’t want to be the reason we missed it.” Wow. Every time I think I understand Gage, he proves me wrong again.

“And he speaks French. How the hell does he speak French when he hates the country, or keeps declaring that he does?”

Stella giggles. “I think it’s more about ‘protesting too much’, like I think he just doesn’t like to come across as a soft touch, but you must know by now he’d do anything for all of us.”

Yeah, he’d been proving that to us over and over, so why would he think he could let us down? I squeeze Stella’s hand, because we always hold hands when we walk together.

“Are we okay, babe? I don’t want anything to be weird between us after what we did, and the baby thing. You’re really the mother of this baby too, you know.”

Stella takes a deep breath, nodding at me, but I don’t miss the way her bottom lip trembles.

“I know, babe, and of course we’re okay. I’m sorry if that was all too much for you the other night, but it was so hot to watch Mav being sexed up by Gage and Sebastian, right?”

God yes. I wish he wasn’t so turned off by it, because it’s beautiful to watch.

“I feel like we need to show Gage that he didn’t mess up earlier, I mean, my ass still hurts, but he’s trying so hard to show us the sights, despite it not being his thing. We should do something for him.” I never thought I’d be the one worrying about Gage’s feelings, but the man has a big heart, just hidden well behind a camouflage of assholiness and depravity.

Almost in sync with each other, we hurry ahead, squeezing between our men to bracket Gage, taking one of his hands each.

“Thank you for the boat fucking session, Gage. It was perfect,” I whisper in his ear as I reach up to kiss his cheek.

His steps falter for a moment as he looks at me with a stunned expression on his face.

“We didn’t even make it out onto the fucking water properly.”

“I thought it was the perfect boat trip, especially with all the orgasms,” Stella pipes up from the other side of him.

“I think our ladies are saying that boat sex was the highlight of their day, man,” Mav says as he moves up closer behind us.

STELLA

Paris is amazing. I don’t have a clue why Gage doesn’t like it here, because it’s a dream come true for me. Obviously, the romantic atmosphere is a must see for any romance author, so there’s that, but it’s so much more. The architecture is stunning, there are so many sights to marvel at. And the croissants? I could live off of those even if it would mean thicker thighs. It’s a good place to be in, to know my three guys don’t care if I gain an extra ten pounds and, if I’m honest, I probably will before we go home. What trip would be complete for a woman without shopping though? Of course, Gage and Mav both want to go back to the hotel after we got thrown off the boat, for yes, more fucking.

Out of the three men, Gage would claim he’s the biggest asshole and maybe he’s right, but he’s also the one most likely to give in to what we want. And Lucy and I want to go shopping.

Of course, when Lucy sees this pretty dress, she has to have, her and Maverick have a squabble in the middle of the store. She’s insistent on paying for it, but he isn’t having it. Like I could’ve predicted she told him he was a bell-end, and then he handed the cashier his credit card. We aren’t allowed to pay for anything, and I’ve gotten used to it for the most part. It seems like a silly thing to fight over, but I also get that she doesn’t want to feel kept. Lucy and I walk down the street with our three men following closely behind, like they are waiting for someone to try to steal us at any moment. Possessive assholes. At exactly the same time, we both stop and gape at a ring in a jewelry store window. A large rectangular solitaire diamond ring sparkles in a blue crushed velvet ring box.

“Oh my god,” she gasps, as I mimic her exact response.

Giggling, I say, “It’s funny they never show price tags for expensive things.”

Lucy turns to me, laughing along and says, “If you have to ask, then you can’t afford it. Could you imagine a ring like that?”

I shrug, because it doesn’t matter. “Three men, two women; that’s not in the cards for us, but one day when I get that number one best-seller, I’m buying one for my damn self.”

Lucy snorts. “Are you going to lounge around in the house in a wedding dress too?”

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