Spence pulls me against him as more people start hopping in the tub, and I now sit between his legs right next to Seth and Anya. Anya sits on Seth’s lap, and she stretches out her long tan legs across my lap.
“The water feels so good, doesn’t it Roxanne?” She says to me when I look at her questioningly.
“I guess so,” I shrug, not knowing where to put my hands now.
I don’t exactly want to be rude to her and push her legs off of me, even though I probably should. Luckily I don’t have to because she pulls her legs off my lap. Unluckily, she slides over and sits on my lap instead, and then wraps her arms around my neck. What the fuck is she doing now? I shoot a look over at Seth, who smiles back at me.
“Roxanne, I love your hair. It’s so pretty, and your body is amazing,” she purrs.
“Uh…thanks, Anya, you’re not so bad yourself,” I smirk at her, shaking my head.
This girl is crazy, and definitely up to no good, just like Paulette had said.
“Spence,” she says, looking over my shoulder at him, “I want to molest your fiancée,” she states boldly.
Spence starts laughing loudly behind me, and I crane my head around to look at him. He’s got an impish grin on his face. I can tell he’s had quite a lot to drink by his eyes; he’s in a playful mood. He gets this way when he’s drunk, and you could almost talk him into anything at this point.
“Well, if Rox is okay with it, be my guest,” he tells her, “but Anya, just know that your father is around here somewhere,” he reminds her, a weak attempt to curb her behavior.
“Oh, he’s beyond plastered. He can barely talk anymore. In fact, he’ll probably be passed out very soon,” Anya replies.
“Seth, your girlfriend here is getting a little crazy, maybe you should do something about it,” I say, hoping he’ll help me out here.
Anya’s hand travels from around my neck and down to my thigh. Underneath the water, I take her hand and slide it off.
“What’s the matter, Rox?” she pouts.
“This isn’t happening Anya. Sorry to burst your bubble, but I’m not into it,” I tell her since nobody else seems interested in stopping this.
Anya frowns and juts out her lower lip, and Seth finally steps in and reaches over, pulling her back into his lap.
“Take it easy on her, Anya. Roxanne isn’t used to you yet,” he chuckles, and she smiles in response.
“Then I guess I’ll just have to wait then,” she says, looking at me.
“Fuck Anya, what happened to the sweet little girl I used to know?” Spence finally says something.
“I’ve never been all that sweet Spence…just sweet on you.”
Okay! This girl is going to get herself slapped soon. I shoot her a glare, but she doesn’t seem to notice, or even care. Brat!
“Well, as flattered as I am by that Anya, Roxanne is the only one for me,” he says lightly, wrapping his arms around me and kissing my shoulder.
I smile to myself. Gotta love him.
“I’m going to start developing a complex,” Seth suddenly mutters. The three of us turn and look at him.
“Oh baby, you know I think you’re hella sexy,” Anya coos to him, turning around in his lap and straddling him. “And you’re the best lay I’ve ever had thus far,” she adds, rather crudely.
What the hell does he even see in this girl anyway? Oh right, he already stated that she wasn’t a serious thing. This is a purely sexual pairing. She’s probably pretty adventurous in the bedroom, what guy wouldn’t love that?
“You know what? I think that I am officially done for the night,” I announce, standing up and turning to look at Spence who looks up at me with a goofy grin on his face.
“I think I need a second baby,” he drawls, looking down at his crotch. Oh, Spence! I smile at him and shake my head.
“Really?” I ask, raising my eyebrows at him.
“Sorry,” he grins.
Anya catches on to what we’re talking about and very indiscreetly stares down into the water, trying to get a good look.
“Sorry, sweetie,” I say flatly, “you aren’t gonna see anything in this lighting.”
Yeesh! Could she be any more obvious?
“Just curious,” she shrugs.
“Seriously, Anya?” Seth chimes in, now he even sounds annoyed. Anya ignores him. Spence looks over at Anya and shakes his head.
“Okay Anya, that’s enough. I think you’re making Roxanne uncomfortable,” he tells her, his face serious.
Before Anya can respond, Spence stands up abruptly and turns his back to her before she can try for another look.
“Let’s get out of here,” he murmurs to me, and so I climb out of the tub, and he follows me.
There’s a big basket of towels next to the tub, so Spence quickly pulls out two and drapes one over me before too many people can have a look at me in my now sheer underwear, then he wraps one around his waist.
“Have a good night,” Spence says to Seth and Anya as he scoops up our clothes and leads us away.
We head back downstairs, and into the bedroom, we were in earlier so that we can change.
“That girl is…I don’t even know what to say about that girl,” I say, peeling off my wet undergarments.
Spence nods and then stumbles as he shimmies out of his wet boxer briefs. I giggle at him as he almost falls, but catches himself on the bed.
“Wow Spence, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you stumble before.”
“The hot water has thinned my blood,” he replies with a grin.
“Sure, sure, blame it on the water,” I tease him.
Spence runs the towel over himself and then flops down naked on the bed.
“Have you ever been with a woman before, Roxanne?” Spence suddenly asks me as he stretches out leisurely, putting his hands behind his head.
I crawl up the bed and lay next to him, resting my head on his chest.
“No, never,” I answer him.
“Have you ever wanted to?” he inquires further.
“I’ve never really given it any thought. Casey had wanted to try it before, but I couldn’t do it,” I reveal to him.
“Really? Hmm. Was it because you were friends, or just because it doesn’t interest you?”
“I don’t know. I think, mostly, because Casey was my best friend. Before her though, the opportunity never presented itself, so like I said, I never gave it any thought.”
“Well, obviously Anya is interested,” Spence chuckles.
I sit up and look down at him.
“Why? Is that something you’d like to see or something?” I question him, raising an eyebrow.
“I won’t lie. When Anya was sitting there with her arms around you, it did cross my mind. Why do you think I had my little problem?”
“I wouldn’t exactly call it little,” I smirk at him, “but really? You’d be okay with me messing around with Anya? What happened with her being Victors daughter, and what not?”
“Well, I don’t want to fuck her Roxanne. I just think it would be sexy to see you two together, that’s all.”
“Oh god, what is with you men?” I grumble, lying back down and throwing an arm over my eyes.
“I can’t help it. It’s just a fantasy Roxanne. I would never push you to do something that you don’t want to do. But if by chance you did want to give it a go, I’d be game.”
“And what about Seth?” I ask him, “I doubt he’d be into lending out his girlfriend.”
“I suppose you’re right. Oh well, a man can dream, right?” he murmurs sleepily.
I sigh, deeply, feeling very tired. So many thoughts running through my foggy brain right now. Could I fool around with Anya? I’ll admit that she’s gorgeous, so that’s not an issue. I’ll also admit that the thought of Spence, sitting there, watching us could be pretty hot…as long as he didn’t touch her that is, except that I think that she is far too interested in Spence that she wouldn’t try to touch him. I don’t like that part.
My drunken curiosity is getting the better of me, clouding my thought process. I’m not sure if a sober me would even be considering any of this. But, if I were ever to do this, Anya would probably be the perfect candidate. She’s hot, she is sexually open, and she’s not a friend, and she’ll be gone again in a few weeks back to Dallas. Oh, Roxanne, what are you even thinking? You need to steer away from this line of thought, steer far, far away.
I wake up the next morning and realize we have spent the night on the boat. I have no idea when I passed out. I stretch my arm out to touch Spence, who is snoring quietly next to me. My touch causes him to stir, and he opens one eye to look at me, a lazy smile curling the corners of his mouth up slightly.
I smile at him. His hair is in complete disarray, sticking up everywhere. I like this look on Spence. He looks so cute and vulnerable.
“Morning beautiful,” he says hoarsely, his voice a little dry.
He looks around the room and back at me.
“Oh shit, we spent the night, I didn’t mean for us to.”
“It’s alright. I think I slept okay regardless. How about you?” I ask him.
“I don’t even remember passing out, or even dreaming. So pretty good, I guess.”
“You were pretty inebriated last night,” I tell him.
“Yeah, I haven’t drunk that much in a very long time.”
“I guess we should get up,” I suggest, making a move to sit up, but Spence has other ideas.
He reaches out and grabs me around the waist and then pulls me against him.
“You’re not going anywhere just yet,” he says into the back of my neck, and I can feel his morning wood poking me in the backside.
“Why Mr. Manfredi, what do we have here?” I giggle, reaching behind me and grazing my hand up to his length.
“It’s a present, just for you,” he chuckles, pushing against me again.
I smile and push my butt against him, welcoming him. Spence starts sliding his cock between my legs, just on my surface. He’s warming me up, teasing me with it.
“Mmm Spence,” I whimper, reaching around again and grabbing his hip, trying to get him even closer than he already is, “I want you so bad baby,” I whisper.
With that, Spence dips just the tip in and pulls out again, and he repeats this over and over.
“Come on!” I complain.
He’s driving me crazy doing that. He chuckles into my hair and runs his hands up my body. He grabs my breasts then he runs one hand back down and between my legs, making little circles on my clit with his fingers while still teasing me with his tip.
“Do you want more?” he asks me, enjoying this torture.
I writhe against him, groaning in frustration.
“Please,” I pant, pushing into him harder, needing him, right now!
Spence takes pity on me and finally, wonderfully, thrusts the rest of the way inside of me slowly, groaning quietly. He moves slowly, pushing in deeper with every move.
“God! You feel so fucking good!” I pant, wiggling my hips.
He had worked me into such frenzy that I can already feel a buildup coming on. Spence starts to pick up the pace ever so slightly, and then he shifts so that I am flat on my stomach and he is on top of me. With my legs closed, it creates amazing friction. I love the sensation of Spence’s hot chest against my back, and he kisses me between my shoulder blades, sending an electric current through my spine. I clutch the sheets above my head, just on the edge when Spence reaches underneath me to rub my sweet spot, in just the right way. I moan out loud as it sends me to the peak, the pleasure rippling through me.
“Yesss,” Spence hisses through his teeth as I feel him pound into me harder until he goes rigid, and collapses on top of me, pressing me into the mattress.
We eventually get dressed and head up to the main cabin. The yacht is quiet and deserted now, but already clean and spotless, like there was never a party in the first place. They must have some cleaning crew. Three pairs of eyes turn our way when we emerge. Victor, Nadia, Anya, and Seth sit quietly at the table, as staff places a giant tray of fruit and pastries on the table, along with a big pitcher of orange juice.
“I need the hair of the dog,” Victor grumbles, rubbing at his temples. “Bloody Mary,” he adds, waving his hand at the man in the kitchen.
“Good morning,” Spence nods at everyone as we approach the table and sit down across from Seth and Anya.
Anya has a pair of sunglasses on and rests her head on the back of the bench seat they sit on, still not bothering to look up at us.
“Morning,” Seth says quietly, picking at a piece of bagel in front of him.
“Wow, everyone is so chipper this morning,” I say dryly, “Nadia, I think you’re the only one who doesn’t look like she wants to die right now.”
She is impossibly fresh-looking, enjoying her breakfast.
“I turned in early last night,” she tells me, “and by the looks of all of you, I made the right decision,” she smirks.
“Stop yelling,” Anya grumbles, and I can’t help but chuckle.
“Even you too, Spence?” Nadia asks, tsk-tsking him.
“Yeah, even me,” he nods, reaching for the juice.
“Roxanne dear, what are you doing to our Spence here?” she glances at me.
“No, no, this was all my doing,” Spence defends me, “Actually, if anyone is to blame, it’s your husband,” he chuckles.
“Hey, now…” Victor starts, then thinks about it for a moment, “No, he’s right, it was me,” he laughs, then flinches, rubbing his temples again.
“Oh, Vic,” Nadia scolds him.
“What? We were celebrating. My pal is getting married,” he argues. Seth glances up at me then for a second, before returning his gaze to his plate, but I see his jaw clench.
“And celebrate we did,” Spence grins.
“Yeah, it still smells like those damn cigars in here Vic. I wish you wouldn’t smoke those in here,” Nadia complains.
“My yacht, I’ll do whatever I please,” he retorts, taking a big sip of his morning cocktail.
“So Spence, I heard through the grapevine that Anya here had been invited to your masque next weekend? I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” Nadia says, tilting her head to the side, trying and failing to sound motherly.
Anya finally lifts her head and glares at Nadia.
“Yes I have, and it’s not up to you Nadia. Don’t try to act like you have any authority over me either,” she scoffs and rests her head back again.
“I just know what kinds of things happen during that party,” Nadia sniffs, and then pointedly looks at me then at Seth.
Bitch! Seth frowns at her and then looks over at me, his cheeks turning pink. I pull my eyes away from his and look at Spence nervously, who just glares at Nadia, clearly annoyed.
“Nadia, don’t even tempt me to reveal some of the things that I know you have participated in at my masque.”
Yes, he must really be annoyed. Spence is not usually one to make threats like this. He is always very discreet when it comes to other peoples business.
“Nadia, just shut your mouth,” Victor grumbles at her.
Anya lifts her head again and pulls her glasses down, regarding everyone’s stiff expressions.
“What am I missing here?” she asks curiously.
“Nothing Anya,” Victor shakes his head.
“Oh, there’s something,” she smiles, “and I’ll find out what it is.”
Nadia looks like she could burst, she wants to say something so badly, but Spence and Victor both shoot her a look of warning.
“Seth?” Anya turns to him, “do you know what it is?”
“He’s involved,” Nadia mutters.
“Damn it Nadia, shut up!” Victor growls.
“I think she deserves to know what she’s getting involved in Victor. Do you want your daughter wrapped up in all this?” she argues.
I want to choke her right now, like literally jump across the table and choke her.
“Tell me,” Nadia whines to Seth, bouncing up and down in her seat. Seth just shakes his head and glares at Nadia.
“Puh-lease?” Anya begs again.
Spence looks at me, running his hand through his hair, looking like he could hit something, something being Nadia.
“This is hardly the time or place to talk about it,” I chime in, not sure of what to do to diffuse this situation.
“Okay, then will you enlighten me later?” she asks me, and not Seth this time.
I sigh; I have a strong feeling she’s not going to cave on this one.
“It’s up to you, Rox,” Seth mutters quietly, avoiding Victor’s glare. This time Spence jumps in.
“Anya, the whole point of my party is discretion and mystery. That’s how it’s supposed to be, and that is how I’d like it to remain. And if you can’t agree to those terms, then I may have to rescind your invitation.”
Anya pouts but doesn’t argue, and then Spence turns his frosty look on Nadia.
“And right now, I think I might just rescind yours too.”
“Spence…” she starts, ready to argue, but he holds a hand up, cutting her off.
“I’ve had about enough of this bull. This discussion is finished, done, no more. Consider this your warning,” Spence states, then leans back in his chair.
A slow smile creeps across my face, unbidden. I can’t help it; I’m thankful for him. Also, he’s just so sexy when he’s in full-on Boss mode. He peeks at me from the corner of his eyes and sees me staring at him with lust in my own. A small smirk tugs at his lips, because he knows full well what he does to me.