That tidbit was enough to snatch her attention off her tormented body long enough to notice neither man appeared comfortable discussing that time in their lives. Their willingness to share such a personal part of themselves affected Paige with an expanding melting sensation covering her chest. To lighten the sudden tense silence, she teased with a grin, “Are you telling me the big bad cop and the ‘by the rules’ DA were once wild, rebellious teens?”
“Losing everything in the blink of an eye can turn even good kids bad,” Troy returned, his cool, reserved tone revealing he didn’t joke about that stressful time in his life.
Feeling for them, Paige murmured, “I can sympathize with the loss of family, but you have each other, and whoever this Ray is. We were twelve when we lost Mom, but Nana was with us until five years ago. I like to think that put more check marks in the lucky column for Penny and me compared to the unlucky.”
“I like the way you look at things, sugar. Maybe you and I can work on Troy,” Trevor said before reaching up and tweaking her right nipple. “But today is just for fun. We’re here.”
With the change of subject, her attention switched back to the unaccustomed pulsations the toys delivered to her nipples and rectum. With Troy’s help, she slid out of the SUV on the driver’s side after he parked in the Gold Star Marina lot, her balance teetering against a jolt of arousing awareness, forcing her to lean against him. She was used to hearing Trevor’s deep chuckle, but not his brother’s. She shivered in response to Troy’s quiet laugh vibrating against her chest.
“The toys might be too much for her,” Troy stated above her head before he slid a hand down her arm and grasped hers.
These two might be too much for me. Paige would never admit that out loud, so she tossed her head back, reached for Trevor’s hand and swung both arms as they strolled up the pier. “It’ll take more than a few toys to get the better of me, boys. Oh. My. God.”
Stopping with an abruptness that drew a questioning glance from both men, she stood with mouth agape at the largest, most luxurious yacht she’d ever set eyes on. As a lifelong resident of Florida, she knew her way around piers and boats, but she’d never been out on anything close to the three-tiered cruiser sporting shiny teak decking and sleek lines.
“Wait until you see all the big toys to play on,” Trevor whispered in her ear before leaping aboard and hauling her up after him.
Paige braced her feet and swayed with the slow, barely discernible rocking, her gaze going to the helm where a tall, sandy-haired man waved them over. Leaving the seat next to him, a young woman approached her with a beaming smile of welcome that lit her green eyes.
“You must be Paige. Welcome aboard. Shoo, you two.” Snatching Paige’s arm, she waved the brothers away. “Go help Zachary get us going. I’ll show her around.”
“When did you get so bossy?” Troy reached out and yanked on her short brown hair that showed hints of blonde and red in the sunlight before calling over to Zach, “Get your girl under control.”
Zach snorted. “I’ve been having fun trying for months. Maybe I should turn her over to you two for a lesson.”
“Shit.” The young woman blanched. “Let’s go, Paige. Oh, I’m Sandie.”
Bemused, Paige followed Sandie up a spiral staircase as the purr of the motor stirred to life under them, praying the three men couldn’t see her bare butt. “Whoa,” she exclaimed as they reached the top level and the sudden shift of the vessel leaving the slot sent her stumbling against the rail. Her breasts swayed, and the plug rolled inside her with the sudden, jerky movement. She turned her head as a flush stole over her face with her damp response.
Sandie giggled with a knowing smirk. “What are you sporting under that top and skirt?” Without embarrassment, she flipped up her camisole top to reveal clamped nipples in similar loops as Paige’s. “Zachary’s also tormenting me with a butterfly which I have a love/hate relationship with, depending on how long he makes me wait for an orgasm.” She pushed her top back down. “How long have you been seeing Troy and Trevor?” she asked with a casualness that helped Paige relax.
Taking a cue from her relaxed, open dialog, Paige cocked her head with a small grin. “You don’t seem surprised at my accompanying both men to join you today.” The idea would shock Paige herself if she hadn’t known they were just going through this today to show her how wrong she’d been to go against their dictate to stay out of the investigation.
Sandie shook her head. “After witnessing my stepfather ordering a man’s murder and fleeing my home in fear of him catching me, it takes a lot to shock me.”
“Oh, tell me more,” Paige insisted, intrigued by Sandie’s admission.
“Come on. I’ll give you a tour while I tell you how I snuck aboard this decadent boat and ended up spending four days with Zachary, all alone.” Striding to the rear, Sandie waved her hand toward the lounges. “I didn’t have a guide when I first saw the restraints on the chaises.” She pointed to a bar folded back against the side of the covered outdoor kitchen. “That pulls out and a chain will dangle from it. I had to tease Zach into restraining me there.”
Paige remembered only too well the hard press of Troy’s hand between her shoulders, holding her over his lap while Trevor clamped his hands on her thighs. At the time, she’d refused to give much credence to the undeniable thrill she experienced from their hold, but picturing herself cuffed on a lounge with their hands and mouths on her again delivered that same charge. She may soon have to admit Penny’s sexual preferences just might hold merit.
“Ooh, your turn to give. I can tell by the look on your face you were remembering something those two did.”
Paige liked Sandie. Laughing, she relayed her first spanking and Sandie, in turn, told her about the first time Zach, now her husband, had bent her over, all the while walking around and pointing out the games of skeet shooting and shuffleboard. Paige had been so engrossed in hearing about Sandie’s antics to entice Zach to fuck her after he’d discovered her in his bed, miles away from port, she didn’t hear the guys come up.
“Did you leave anything for us to show her, Sandie?” Trevor slid his arms around Paige’s waist and pulled her back against his rock-solid chest.
Her breath caught before she remembered her plan and pulled away from him with a flirtatious smile. “We’ve been comparing our first spanking scenes. I think you two came out on the short end.” It took every ounce of willpower she possessed not to burst into hysterics at their startled faces. She could tell they hadn’t expected her to be so open today. In all likelihood, they probably thought they’d have to coax her into cooperating this afternoon, another reminder they’d been blind and deaf to her growing interest in them this past year.
Trevor smirked and Troy frowned, their usual expressions when they regarded her with those identical probing looks. “We can always remedy that.” Troy reached for her but she sidestepped him with a quick skip.
“I want to see the rest of the boat,” she quipped.
Zach’s low growl followed by Sandie’s delighted, “Uh, oh,” drew Paige’s attention.
“What?” she asked, perplexed.
“Zachary has this thing about calling his toy a boat.” She turned a beaming smile on her husband. “Maybe you and I should go…” she paused for dramatic flair before finishing with, “up front and leave them alone.”
Paige admired the way Sandie didn’t flinch from her husband’s thundercloud expression. “Starting a little early, aren’t you, baby?” he drawled in a silken, menacing whisper.
Sandie backed away with her hand held out as if to ward him off. On an unperturbed laugh, she admonished, “We have a guest. You have to be nice.”
“Like hell. She’s their guest, not mine.”
Sandie sent Paige a droll look. “Did I mention my husband can be an ass?”
Paige’s lips quirked in amusement. “No, but I’m getting the picture.”