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  ADRIFT

  BOOK TWO OF THE CRASHING TIDES DUET

  Ruby Rowe

  Copyright © 2018 Ruby Rowe Books

  Cover Art by Just write. Creations

  Edited by Nikki Cherniak

  All Rights Reserved. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review.

  ISBN-13: 978-1724299680

  ISBN-10: 1724299689

  CONTENTS

  NOTES

  DEDICATION

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

  CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

  EPILOGUE

  END NOTES

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  NOTES

  Adrift (Book Two of The Crashing Tides Duet) is told from the points of view of Sailor, Jake and Elliott.

  This novel contains explicit language and graphic sex, including one MFM ménage scene.

  DEDICATION

  This novel is dedicated to those who are adrift. I hope you find your life’s anchor.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Sailor

  “Are you still out of breath?” Elliott asks with a sly grin. He and Jake are sitting on opposite ends of the leather couch, staring at me as I stand before them. While heaving for air, I fan my face with the paper in my hand.

  Elliott’s referring to the ass-kicking he gave me in the home gym. Yes, I found out what was in the second room on the right upstairs.

  He and Jake don’t play around when it comes to working out, and I think they’re determined to increase my stamina so I can keep up with them sexually.

  “You made a list?” Jake asks me.

  “Have you forgotten my profession?”

  “No, I’m only surprised you have that many issues to discuss.”

  “It should go fast. First, could you two be more mindful when you shave? All your little facial hairs not only end up in the sinks but also all over the countertops of the vanities.”

  Jake smirks, and Elliott furrows his brow. They’re the exact responses I expect from each of them.

  “Um, second … could you put your dirty socks in the hampers? I don’t have an issue with clothes occasionally being left on the floor, but dirty socks are gross.”

  “Anything else, Princess?” Jake asks. I drop my arm, and the paper in my hand makes a snapping sound.

  “Shit, I just earned a new nickname, didn’t I?”

  “Yep.”

  “Elliott, say something,” I murmur as I bite the corner of my lip.

  “You sound like a mother scolding her kids right now.”

  “I’m sorry. It’s the teacher coming out in me. I’ve never lived with guys before, and it’s different. I imagine you two think it’s different living with me, too.”

  “What else?” Elliott asks.

  “Toilet seats… Please, put them down for me. I wasn’t blessed with a big booty, so when I fall in, I really fall in. I’m sure you’ve heard my gasps when this has happened to me in the middle of the night.”

  “Why can’t the rule be that you lift them back up each time you’re finished? I mean, there are two guys and only one girl,” Elliott says.

  I scrunch my forehead. “I never thought about it that way.”

  “Baby, I’m kidding. We’ll work on it, right Jake?”

  “Right.” They glance to each other again before Jake scratches the back of his head. “Uh, if we’re going to talk about stuff that’s bugging us, we have a few small issues, too.”

  “Oh, OK. What are they?”

  “Doll, your long hair is clogging the shower drains. Like, where does all that hair even come from? How does it shed so much?”

  “Your hair does the same. You just don’t notice because it’s short.”

  He shakes his head. “No, your long strands find each other. That shit congregates. Piles of it even float along the hardwood floors.”

  I grasp my hip. “Well, then maybe we need to have the housekeeper come twice a week, seeing how I have no control over my hair shedding.”

  Jake holds his hands up. “Hey, I’m not coming down on you any more than you were coming down on us.”

  “Fine, I’ll buy something that catches my hair in the drains, and I’ll clean it out. I’ll also keep the floors swept. What else?”

  The guys steal glimpses of each other again, and I need to learn the secret language they have going on with their gorgeous eyes that I’m suddenly ready to poke out.

  Elliott picks up one of my foil chocolate truffle wrappers from the end table.

  “These little wrappers are everywhere. They’re on both of our nightstands, the end tables, the dining room table, the kitchen counters and inside our cars. It’s cute you want to eat candy all the time, but we’re constantly having to throw away the wrappers.”

  I sigh. “I’ll make sure I dispose of them. What else?”

  “Since your face is turning fire-engine red, I think that’s enough for today,” Jake replies before he turns his head to look at Elliott–again. “I guess it’s not a good time to bring up that other thing,” he mutters.

  “You think?” Elliott replies rudely. “You’re a moron.”

  “What thing?”

  “Nothing. Jake lacks tact.”

  “I want to know.”

  “Not important,” Jake says.

  “Bullshit, or you wouldn’t have mentioned it.”

  “This is all on him,” Elliott replies with his hands up. “I have enough sense not to bring it up at a time like this.”

  “Spit it out, Jake. Now.”

  “OK. Elliott and I were wondering who you’d choose first to have access to your, uh, back door.”

  I swallow as my eyes round.

  “Jesus, you’re an idiot,” Elliott mumbles.

  “You two actually had a discussion about who gets to fuck me in the ass first?”

  “Damn, our vulgar talk is rubbing off on her,” Jake replies. “A couple of months ago, she wouldn’t say the word pussy.”

  “Jake!” I throw my paper at him, but it only drifts to the floor. “Answer my question.”

  “OK, OK. One night while we were watching a game and had too many beers, the topic came up.”

  “Did either of you consider that my back door might have an
Exit Only sign above it?”

  “Yeah, we discussed that possibility, but since we’ve already been inside two of your orifices at once, we figured the odds were in our favor.”

  “Oh, my God!” My faces flushes, the heat spreading over my body. He’s too honest. “Sometimes I wonder what the hell we’re doing.”

  “See, you’re freaking her out,” Elliott snaps.

  Blowing out a breath, Jake shoves the sleeves of his green and brown flannel shirt up.

  “Look, we weren’t joking around about it like we want to use you in some vile way. I guess we look at it as another opportunity to make you ours.”

  “Do you discuss the sex I have with you individually? Because I feel like that should be kept private. We already share so much as a trio.”

  “No, we don’t,” Elliott replies, “but this is one thing we knew we’d both want to share with you, so it came up.”

  “I don’t know how I feel about it, so I’ll have to get back to you.” Flustered, I pick my paper up off the floor. “Back to business. Condoms… Since I’ve been on the pill for years, all three of our STD tests came back clean, and I believe none of us would cheat, I’m willing not to use them.”

  “That’s the best Christmas present ever,” Jake says with a wink.

  I roll my eyes. “Speaking of Christmas, are we still in agreement on the schedule?”

  “I’m fine with it,” Elliott says with a sigh. He’s ready for this meeting to be over with, and I know why. Jake’s heading out to spend time with his cop buddies, which means Elliott and I get the house to ourselves tonight, and I just told him he doesn’t have to wear condoms.

  I stifle a giggle and say, “OK, so Jake and I will share Christmas Eve together, and most of Christmas Day, at his parents’ while Elliott works. Then, Elliott and I will visit our parents separately that evening.”

  “I still want to meet your parents,” Jake says.

  “You’ll only think that until you do. They’ll make you feel small and inadequate, which you don’t deserve. I know this since I’m their daughter and they live to make me feel that way.”

  “I have to meet them eventually.”

  “I know, but this is my first holiday season with you. It’s special, and I don’t want my parents ruining it.”

  “OK, but soon.” Looking at his cell phone, he walks over to me and kisses my cheek. “I’m late to meet the guys. Have fun, but don’t have too much fun without me.” He scowls at Elliott. “Shit, you’re going to have sex with her when I leave so that you can go without a condom first.”

  “Did that ten years ago,” Elliott replies with a cocky grin.

  “Better not knock her up this time.”

  “He won’t,” I reply assertively. Soon after we agreed to this unconventional relationship, the guys started pressuring me not to use condoms, and I was hesitant.

  Since I’m having sex with two guys who have strong sexual appetites, I’m having sex a lot. If I were to get pregnant, there’s a high probability I wouldn’t know who the father is, and that would take complicated to a whole new level.

  The front door shuts, and Elliott and I gaze at each other.

  “You wore me out exercising, and I’m starving,” I say.

  “Shower first–food second.” Standing, he takes my hand and pulls me toward the staircase.

  “Are we showering together?”

  “Yes.”

  CHAPTER TWO

  Sailor

  Once we’re in Elliott’s room, he goes to his dresser and pulls out a white sock. Oh, damn. He disappears into his walk-in closet next and returns with a tie.

  “I need a new black tie, so it won’t hurt for this one to get wet.”

  “What are you going to do with it?”

  “I’m going to use it to tie your wrists to the shower nozzle like I once said I would do.”

  “Oh…”

  He nods toward the bathroom, so I pad inside and begin to strip. Since my clothes are still damp from working out, I have to peel them off my body.

  Starting the shower, Elliott sticks his hand in the water, feeling the temperature a few times.

  “Get in.”

  I do as he says, and before he joins me, I use the time to rinse my long hair. The glass door becomes foggy, and I notice the room is heating up quickly, too, much like my desire. I’m eager for Elliott’s dominating touch and the pain woven with pleasure.

  The way he takes charge during our intimate times together turns me on. After all the years I spent making decisions on my own, alone, I love feeling what it’s like to surrender, to give up that worry and leave the decision-making to him.

  He directs my every move … worshipping me in the process. Elliott makes me feel like I’m only his, and that in itself is a break from our reality.

  Once inside the shower, he adjusts the head of it so it’ll shoot water outward rather than toward my face. “Lift your arms above your head.”

  As soon as I raise them, he grasps my wrists and ties them to the metal nozzle. They barely reach, and I wonder what he would’ve done if they hadn’t.

  “Perfect.”

  “Don’t you want to get clean first?”

  “Let’s see … do I want to wash my body, or do I want to punish my girlfriend for scolding me about gross socks?” His deep-set eyes smolder with irritation and intensity, but I see the hunger, too. The stormy look in his grey irises convey his undeniable desire for me.

  “What I want is to see you bound and gagged while I taunt you and fuck you, prolonging your orgasm until it’s painful.”

  Swallowing, I blink away the stray water clinging to my eyelashes. My body is trembling from anticipation, my heart thudding in my chest. “Open your mouth.” After folding the sock up, he pushes it between my lips.

  Elliott steps away, and as he admires his handywork, he combs his fingers through his sexy, wet hair. “Fuck, baby, you’ve never looked more enticing.”

  He’s never appeared more enticing, either. His firm body is slick, and my eyes can’t help but follow the slow, teasing trail of water droplets traveling south. They skirt along the thin patch of hair that leads my gaze straight to his hard cock.

  Stepping close, he opens his mouth and skims it up my neck. “You’re never going to look at dirty socks the same way once I’m finished with you,” he mutters in my ear. “We’re going to give the word dirty a whole new meaning.”

  He nips at my earlobe, and along with the sting, I feel his stiff cock pressed against my stomach. It reinforces the fact that I’m only his in this moment.

  Cupping my breasts, Elliott massages them, and he’s gentler than usual. I have a feeling he’s going to tease me, and build up the pleasure, as I’m helplessly bound and gagged. I’m at his mercy, and Elliott seldom shows leniency while we’re intimate.

  He lowers his head and lifts one of my breasts. His tongue skims around my nipple, and although the touch is delicate, the pleasure is immense and exhilarating.

  I feel the tip harden further before he takes it inside his mouth and sucks softly, driving me crazy with the slow, repeated pressure against it.

  The shower has soaked his blond hair, and I wish I could glide my fingers through it before digging my nails into his defined, bunched shoulders below me, but he has ensured that’s not possible.

  He drifts his hand down my stomach and over my pelvis. I shiver as he presses his palm against me and pushes his fingers inside. The way he holds the base of his palm firmly against my pussy is yet another way he claims me.

  Exhaling a scorching breath against my breast, he follows it with a muffled groan of lust, and I feel it, too, how the need for more is unequivocal and deeply rooted.

  The greediness surfaces, and takes over, making the struggle to hold back nearly painful. Over a decade of dreams and fantasies bursting to life is too much to bear.

  Squeezing my waist, he drags his mouth down my stomach, bending his legs as he goes, and I sling my head back from how sensitive my bod
y is to his touch.

  He spreads me open and licks my clit while pumping his fingers into me. I moan and thrust my body toward him, needing him to make me come.

  Wishing I could clutch his hair and bring his mouth closer, I pull on my wrists over and over. He knows I’m desperate for it, and he won’t give me what I want.

  Instead, he barely flicks at my clit and slows his fingers. I moan against the wet sock in my mouth, pleading for an orgasm while I squirm against his taunting touch.

  My wrists hurt as I yank on them and lift my leg to wrap around him. He stops me, and finally realizing how panicked and desperate I am, he starts to give me what I’m craving.

  While fingering me faster, Elliott licks me fervently, driving me from captivity to the heavens where the buildup of pleasure explodes. It’s like a nuclear cloud, and I feel a thousand miles away from earth, the high stunning me.

  Standing, he removes the sock from my mouth, and I gasp for breath, my body limp and satisfied. After he unties my wrists, my arms fall to my side, but he lifts them to drape around his neck.

  “Hold on to me,” he says as he hoists my body up and moves us out from the water’s reach. He pushes my back against the shiny tiles of his shower and drives his cock into me. “Fuck, you feel even better without a condom.”

  Now that I’m able to touch his slick body, I grip his neck tighter and crash my lips against his. He’s ferocious as he kisses me back, his tongue lashing mine, and I’ve discovered over the last few months that every action, every thought, every feeling and emotion from Elliott is intense. It’s one of the many qualities I love about him.

  His forearms press against my hips, and his fingers squeeze the sides of my ass as he braces me against the wall. Each time he drives into me, it’s more powerful than the last until he buries so far deep and freezes to come inside me.

  I feel the pulsing of his cock more than ever since he’s not wearing a condom, and this sexual moment will bring us even closer. Sex is the easiest way to feel bonded to Elliott.