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Three's a Cruise
"I’m so glad we did this," Haley shouted over the roar of the bar music. She glanced around at the Miami crowd. The dimly lit place was packed with an eclectic variety of Friday-night patrons. Everyone from the suits who came straight from work to young girls in denim miniskirts and tight crop tops filled the dance floor and squeezed around each other, vying for a table.
"Did what, hon?" Jordan smiled at her, a wry grin on his face. "Went out for a drink?" He chuckled. "Baby, if that’s all it takes to make you happy, we can go out every night."
Haley glared at him, but all in fun. "Ha ha. Arrived at the port a night early, doofus." She swatted her boyfriend playfully on the arm. "I feel so much more relaxed knowing we are already here so we can’t miss the ship in the morning."
"You’re right." Jordan took her in his arms and kissed her soundly on the lips. "As usual. I would never doubt you. Now, do you want to dance...or just stand here?" He nibbled a path to her ear. How could she refuse that?
"Let’s do it." Haley nodded towards the floor, grabbed Jordan’s hand, and headed that way. She squeezed into the throng of dancers and shook her hair back, peeling a few strawberry blonde strands from her cheek.
After several songs, Jordan leaned in to speak to her. "Gonna hit the men’s room. I’ll be right back."
"’K." With so many people bouncing around the floor to the popular pop hits, it didn’t really matter who was with whom.
Haley lifted her arms in the air, shimmied to the beat, and let her eyes close partway. All she wanted right that minute was to relax and begin to enjoy their vacation.
One week. Seven nights and seven days out on the open water. No responsibilities. No work phone calls. Just endless stretches of deep blue water and white-capped waves. The idea was so luxurious, she smiled to herself.
"Hey, gorgeous. Mind if I join you?" The deep gravelly voice dragged Haley from her personal reverie. She opened her eyes wider to peek at the owner of the voice.
Dark brown eyes peered down at her from very close to her face. The owner of that delightful chocolate gaze was a tall man with wavy brown hair and suntanned skin. His mouth was lifted at one corner in a half smile and his eyebrows rose in question.
He was sex on a stick. Haley licked her lips and nodded. "Sure." She squeezed a few inches to one side to make room for the muscular hunk and resumed her dance moves.
Haley knew she was fit and attractive. First of all, Jordan told her so daily, and second of all, this wasn’t the first time she’d been hit on in a bar. She didn’t mind, especially when the stud doing the hitting was as sexy as this guy.
When the fast-paced song ended, there was a pause in the music. Warm hands wrapped around Haley’s midriff from behind. She knew those hands. Jordan’s breath tickled her ear as he spoke. "I slip away for one minute and you find someone else." His words were playful, teasing.
Jordan held his hand out to the stranger. "Jordan, and you are?"
Jordan squeezed Haley up close to himself, his arm resting right under her breasts. Damn him. He knew that drove her crazy. She heaved in several breaths while she watched the stranger take Jordan’s proffered hand reluctantly.
"Nathan. Sorry, dude. I didn’t realise she was with someone."
"No apology necessary. She’s her own woman. Besides, I enjoy watching her dance. I’m gonna go get a beer." Jordan nodded towards the bar. "Either of you want anything?"
Nathan stared Jordan down, his eyes narrowing while Haley bit her lip. Would the man take the bait? She and Jordan had engaged in threesomes several times in the past, but it wasn’t always easy to find a willing partner to join them. A delicately balanced conversation often ended in disaster.