Two if by Sea Read Online Free

and vodka. They’d been on a weekend trip to New York City. The bouncy blonde sat between them at the bar, smiling and laughing. A few drinks later, hours of dancing, and the three of them tumbled into a hotel room together.
    Her hair had fallen across his shoulder, her breasts had mashed against his chest, and she’d screamed in ecstasy when they both came inside her.
    Damon would never forget the first time.
    Ever since, it had been him and Tony and a temporary woman. Sometimes they’d find her at a club or bar, sometimes by chance at a gallery or an event. When they started the singles cruise, it had been like shooting fish in a barrel.
    Hundreds of horny, single women ready for a week of debauchery and pleasure? One year they had to bring in security to keep them at bay. Too bad it didn’t give him the same high anymore.
    “I want more, Tony. Someone who stays after we dock.”
    His partner stiffened. “Are you saying you’re done with this? With us?”
    Damon exhaled. “Don’t you want something that lasts?”
    Tony stepped closer to the window and peered down at the crowd. He stood in silence for so long, Damon thought the answer must be no. “Yes. I do.” He whispered it like a confession.
    “Then what’s the problem?”
    “I’m a realist.” Tony’s back tensed. “What woman would want to split her time between two men?”
    Damon exhaled. He’d thought the same thing for years. Then Ian found Holiday and everything changed. “There has to be one out there for us. If we can make it work for a few days, we can try for more.”
    He stepped up to the window and stood next to Tony. His partner’s shoulders held more than he’d realized. “I thought you talked to Ian before we left. It could work in Midnight Cove if you gave it a chance.”
    “I wish I shared your optimism.”
    Damon focused on the sea of people below them. Their empire. His gazed flitted over each woman lounging by the pool and standing in the corner.
    Could one of them be the one? Could there be a woman out there who wanted more than a fling?
    He chewed on his lip, silent and brooding, until a disturbance caught his eye. Hello, beautiful. A woman in a simple shift dress and sandals had her index finger shoved into a brawny man’s chest. Her auburn curls bounced around her shoulders and as she shouted at him, the guy backed up.
    Damon snorted. Feisty, that one. “Check out the redhead by the pool. Two o’clock.”
    Tony smiled. “Already there, my friend. I’ve been watching her since we started talking. She’s stunning.”
    Damon nodded. Even with the dress covering most of her body, he could make out her shape. Slender legs, graceful arms. Tits he could worship. A pout he’d love to kiss into submission.
    She took a step forward. Rosy cheeks, mouth in an O. She was shouting.
    “I wonder what he did to piss her off.”
    “He copped a feel.”
    Damon rolled his eyes. Figures . Men could be such dicks. “You don’t think she’ll—”
    Before he could finish the thought, the woman stomped her foot, took both her hands, and shoved. The man never had a chance. He fell backward into the pool and Damon laughed as water splashed in all directions.
    “You know, Tony? Maybe we can give it one more year.”
    He stepped away from the window and picked up the phone. A moment later, a woman answered.
    “Samantha speaking.”
    “Hello Samantha, it’s Damon.”
    “Yes, sir. How can I help you?”
    He walked back to the windows and focused his attention on the redhead. “Do you see the redhead by the pool?”
    Samantha paused. “The one who pushed the man into the pool?”
    “Yes. That’s the one.”
    “Sir, if I may, she was justified in what she did. I spoke with her a few minutes ago and—”
    “I’m not interested in her behavior.” There was a pause on the line. “Samantha?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Send her to our office.”
    His employee cleared her throat. “Yes, of course, sir. I’ll send her up.”
    “Thank