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The urge to fall on my knees and press my face between her thighs is overwhelming, though. Lick her until she understands that all I want is for her to be safe, happy, and pleasured.
God, the way I throb at thethoughtof her scent. Will she be musky? Tangy? Whatever she smells like, it’ll be perfect. The spiced honey I’ve waited my entire life to swallow down.
Fuck.
I need to distract myself.
It’s time to go to Ethan’s cabin to figure out more about what he has planned for tonight. And then I’ll go to the bridge and have a chat with the apparently bribable captain.
Lucy’s clothes are neatly folded on the end of the bed in Ethan’s cabin. Only the fact that I know there are cameras in here keeps me from picking up her little white panties and pressing them to my face. I still trail my fingers across them, my pulse heavy…needy…as the cotton singes my nerve endings.
Ethan brought a duffle bag with him. I expect to find condoms in it, maybe some pot. That’s the type of shit he has in his apartment off campus.
I don’t find either.
Frowning, I rifle through the spare change of clothes, looking for anything that might provide a clue for what will happen next. Coming up empty, I put the bag down in frustration—and my gaze falls on a jewelry box on the far side of the bed.
Crossing to it, I flip the small velvet square open.
It’s empty.
Since I’m on this deck, I check out the other rooms. Whoever is in the cabin next to Ethan has quite a pharmaceutical set up. Boner pills, ecstasy, and a vial of liquid that I’d bet anything is a date rape drug.
Motherfucker.
I pocket that, because central nervous system depressants can be useful in other ways, then carefully crack the door and make sure the coast is clear to make my way up to the bridge.
CHAPTER 7
LUCY
After he wins the first hand of poker, Forrest pops a pill. He makes a big show of it, winking at us girls. “Forty-five minutes until show time,” he says, stretching his arms out wide. “Who’s going to be Daddy’s little virgin tonight?”
Gross.
My skin crawls as he rakes his gaze over all of us, lingering on me.
Ethan snarls at him, which I wish made me feel better, but that just adds another suffocating layer on top.
They play two more hands, the second one taking forever, and Forrest wins that one, too. He’s got some cash and jewelry, and because he’s loudly keeping us updated on the effects of the pill, we also know he has a big hard-on.
When he stands, I can’t really see evidence of that. So big might be a relative term.
“Who wants to put themselves on the auction block first tonight?”
Alyssa is eyeing the stack of money he’s got, but it’s Hannah who climbs up onto the poker table first.
Well, I can’t say they aren’t eager participants in this weirdo game.
“I’m Hannah,” she says breathlessly. “I’m eighteen years old, and a freshman at Ridge College.”
The guys hoot and holler.
And then Gilly opens the bidding at five hundred dollars.
My mouth drops open, which is silly, because that’s nothing.
The guys put up eye watering amounts of money. A thousand, two thousand. Forrest finally wins with a bid of ten thousand dollars and the Rolex.