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She nods. “It was the most beautiful, fucking hottest thing I have ever seen in my life. I think it surprised them how natural it felt.”

I shake my head in disbelief. I really need to get out more.

“So we are taking baby steps. We are getting close and it won’t be long before the three of us do actually all fuck each other.”

“What do they do… to each other I mean?”

“Don’t you tell anyone any of this,” she replies as her eyes flicker around.

I shake my head. “No, I would never.”

“We all kiss and we all go down on each other. I can see them falling for each other a little more each day. The extended glances and the tenderness between them is clear to see. They are comfortable with fooling around, but it is a big step for a straight man to take another man anally.”

I smile. God, this is not the story I imagined. I thought she was a prostitute who was paid by the two of them to stick around.

“When it does happen it will be beautiful and I am the lucky girl who gets to be there when they both lose their virginity, so to speak.” She smiles.

I lie back in my chair speechless. Blow me down. That is the story of a lifetime.

“So how did you end up on the boat?” I frown.

“I couldn’t be without them and I would rather be out here bored than living alone at home.”

I smile and take her hand in mine. “Thank you for telling me that. You didn’t have to.”

“Like I said, as soon as I put my moral beliefs behind me, my happiness started. I can’t imagine my life with anyone else or being with one and not the other. We are a package deal. The three misfits.”

I hear a bang of a door from behind us and I turn to see Mac and three men walk into the gym. He glances up and smiles sexily as his eyes drop down my body. He gives me a subtle wave.

I feel my heart somersault in my chest and I wave back. I watch him start to stretch as he talks and laugh with his two friends. He sits down and begins to do stomach crunches and every time he leans forward and touches his elbows to his knees, I feel my insides clench. While he’s wearing a white t-shirt and navy sports shorts, I can see every muscle flex in his shoulders and arms. For an extended time, I sit and watch him. I have never been with anyone like him before. He’s covered in tattoos and full of mystery, and yet I think it may just be the sexiest thing I have ever seen. I snap my eyes away from him in disgust with myself. Are you fucking kidding yourself? He has kidnapped you and is keeping you here against your will. I stare out over the sea as I think. That’s not true and I know it. He kidnapped me to save my life. It’s changed between us now. The feelings I have for him have changed. I don’t fear him, I don’t hate him, and if I am being totally honest with myself, I feel safer and happier when I’m in his company. He didn’t lie to me today about his real name. Why does it make me so happy and relieved that he didn’t lie?

“How are things going with you and Mac?” Angela asks, interrupting my thoughts.

“Oh.” I hesitate before I answer. “Okay,” I reply flatly.

She raises her eyebrows. “Just okay?”

I shrug. “As okay as they can be, I suppose.”

She nods, deep in thought, and we stay silent for a while longer. My eyes flicker back to him inside the gym. He’s now doing chin ups on a high bar and I watch him go up and down with ease. His biceps and shoulders are huge and the veins run thickly down his inner forearms. My insides begin to melt at the sight of him. His sandy blonde hair hangs messily over his face, and his chiselled jaw has a five o’clock shadow covering it. He’s just so… what would it feel like to have him inside of me? My eyes drop to his behind and I get a visual of him on top of me where I’m holding that hot ass as he pumps me hard with that huge dick. Fuck. It would be so good. I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from smiling broadly. I’ve never seen a criminal with such straight, white teeth. He probably had braces, which implies he grew up with a little money behind his family.

“Do you know much about Mac?” I ask.

Angela frowns with her face to the sun and her eyes still closed. “I stalked him once on Facebook when we were on the mainland. He doesn’t have any social media.”

“Hmm.” I frown. “Does he have a girlfriend or wife?”

She shakes her head. “No, I don’t think so. The boys said not.”

I stay silent. The question I really want to ask is burning a hole in my tightly sealed lips.

Angela must be able to sense my apprehension in asking. “What?” She smirks.

“How often does he…” I pause. I can’t even say it out loud because it’s so gross. “Does he sleep with the girls on the ship?” I murmur.

Angela shrugs. “Not often.” She glances over at me. “I think it’s only a desperate times calling for desperate measures, kind of thing. He is only male, remember, and we are out here for a long time.”

“All of them?” I ask quietly.