Missing Linc (12 page)

behavior.

Finally, Linc couldn”t take anymore. “I pay you to work, Lorna, not stand around trying

to fuck my relatives,” he snapped, a little more harshly than he”d intended.

She looked at him in surprise before turning on her heel and all but stomping from the

room, muttering something in Spanish that sounded suspiciously like the word bastard.

“Relax, cousin.” Pedro sounded amused. “Lorna”s harmless.”

“Then you hire her to work for you.” Linc glared back at him. “You can have the

pleasure of listening to her bullshit all day.”

“I don”t need the extra help.” Pedro laughed, appearing completely unfazed by Linc”s

irritation. “Besides, I already told you, I”m still trying to get a job here.”

“Yeah, right.” Linc snorted. “You know damn well that Tracee would kick your ass —

and mine — if you came to work here,” Linc told him, referring to Pedro”s longtime

girlfriend.

The smile fell from Pedro”s face. “You”re probably right about that.”

“Speaking of work,” Linc began, “how”s your work schedule this week?”

Pedro shrugged. “The usual. I”m booked solid with tours Friday through Sunday, but

the rest of the week doesn”t look too bad. Why?”

“I was thinking of taking Mitch and Tomi on a private boat tour around the island one

day this week, and I wanted to know if you had any time available.”

Pedro looked at him thoughtfully for a moment. “So I take it this thing between you

and them isn”t just a weekend fling, huh?” Linc didn”t bother to respond. It was a rhetorical

question, and they both knew it. “Actually,” Pedro finally said, “I was planning to block off

Thursday evening so that I could spend some time with Tracee on the boat. I”ll check with

her, but I”m sure she won”t mind if you and your friends join us.” He smiled again. “You

know Tracee adores you. She”ll do anything you ask.”

“She should.” Linc laughed. “If it weren”t for me, she”d never have met you.” He”d

dated Tracee a few times before he introduced her to Pedro. That was two years ago, and

they were still together.

Pedro”s voice suddenly sobered. “This couple must be really special if you”re calling in

favors just to spend more time with them.”

Linc held his gaze. “They are,” he said simply.

Pedro nodded. “In that case, I can”t wait to meet them.”

The sounds of salsa music filled the air as Pedro”s boat floated in the calm waters of the

San Juan Bay. They were anchored a couple of miles away from the mainland, giving them

an incredible view of the brightly lit San Juan shoreline.

Linc looked up as Tomi walked onto the deck wearing a bikini top and low-slung cutoff

shorts, a smile curving her lips and her unruly curls gently blowing in the light wind. She

had a seat next to him, and Mitch flanked his other side on the U-shaped, bench-style seat.

“You know,” she began, “when you said you were going to take us on a boat ride, I had

no idea you meant something like this.” Her arm gestured around the boat.

“I can see your point.” Linc looked around as well. Referring to it as a boat did seem

like a bit of an understatement. The forty-foot catamaran easily held fifty people and

included all the comforts of home.

It was more than just a boat for Pedro as well. It was how he earned a living. He”d

invested all of his money — and some of Linc”s as well — into purchasing this boat to start a

chartered tours business. It turned out to be the best investment Pedro could have made. The

boat had more than paid for itself within a few years.

“This is a great boat, man,” Mitch said to Pedro, who walked onto the deck carrying a

bottle of wine and several glasses.

“Thanks.” Pedro set the glasses down on the built-in table. “It”s my baby. My pride and

joy.” The look on his face confirmed his words.

“Hey, I thought that was me,” Tracee joked as she joined them on deck carrying a tray

of food in her hands.

Pedro took the tray from her and set it on the table. “Of course you are.” His voice was

soothing as he pulled her into his arms, whispering, “Sabes te amo,” before giving her a kiss.

“That”s more like it.” A smile spread across her pretty face when Pedro finally let her

up for air. Tracee pushed a colorful pillow to the side and had a seat on the bench across from

them as Pedro poured the wine.

“You make a very nice couple,” Tomi commented, accepting the glass Pedro held out to

her. “How did you meet?”

“I stole her from Linc.” Pedro winked at her.

Linc laughed hard. “I think that”s stretching it a bit, but hey, whatever helps you sleep

at night.” He looked at Tomi. “Tracee and I dated for a while before she met Pedro,” he

explained.

“Speaking of couples,” Tracee spoke up, “Pedro told me that the two of you were

gorgeous, but I didn”t expect for you both to be so perfect. I can see why Linc likes you so

much. He has a weakness for beautiful women” — her gazed shifted to Mitch — “and men.”

To Linc, she said, “I definitely approve.”

Linc groaned and shook his head. He could always count on Tracee to say exactly what

was on her mind. Thankfully, Tomi and Mitch didn”t seem to mind, judging from their soft

laughter. “That would explain why he dated you,” Tomi told her. “You remind me of my last

girlfriend. She was so full of energy and had a great personality.” Tomi looked at her

appreciatively. “Physically, she was nowhere near as beautiful as you.”

“Thanks.” Tracee smiled. “That”s a huge compliment coming from someone who looks

like you.”

“No problem.” Tomi shrugged. “Although, I”m only stating what”s obvious.”

“I agree,” Mitch added. “When it comes to looks, Tracee, you have absolutely no reason

to worry.” Mitch looked at Pedro, who sat next to Tracee. “And you should consider yourself

very lucky to have her.”

Pedro put his arm around Tracee and placed a kiss to her temple. “Trust me, mi amigo.

I do.”

“So I hear that you”re a professor,” Tracee said to Tomi, who nodded.

“That”s really cool. I did a couple of years at the University of Miami before I came

back home. I thought about finishing up my degree here at the University of Puerto Rico,

but I can”t seem to find the time.” She looked slightly sheepish. “Besides, I love what I do for

a living.”

Tomi smiled understandingly. “A college degree is great, but it can”t replace doing

something that you”re passionate about. It sounds to me like you”ve already found your

passion.”

“What kind of work do you do?” Mitch asked.

Tracee practically beamed. “I”m a massage therapist. I work in a couple of spas at some

of the larger hotels in San Juan.”

“I love massages,” Tomi said. “It”s been way too long since I had one.”

“Oh, I highly recommend them — and not just because I do them,” Tracee added. “As

far as I”m concerned, massages are one of the best forms of therapy in the world.” “I think you”re right about that,” Mitch told her. “I encourage all the people who I train

to get regular massages. It”s great for loosening sore muscles, especially after a hard workout.”

“What kind do you specialize in?” Tomi asked.

“I do just about all of them, but my favorites are the Deep Tissue and the Trigger Point

massages.”

“If you ask me,” Pedro chimed in, looking at Tracee, “nothing compares to your Tantric

massages.”

Linc had to agree with that. He was well familiar with Tracee”s Tantric massages. He”d

experienced them on several occasions — before and after she”d started dating Pedro — and

he could attest to just how incredible they were. He felt his cock start to swell at the mere

thought of one of those sessions with Tracee.

“Isn”t that the sensual massage?” Tomi asked.

“Yes, but it”s a lot more than that,” Tracee told her. “If it”s done right, a Tantric massage

can be the most pleasurable nonsexual experience of your life.”

“Wow.” Tomi laughed. “When you put it that way, I”ll definitely have to make sure to

have one.”

“If you”d like, I”ll give you one before you leave,” Tracee offered. “Trust me; it”s like

nothing you”ve ever felt before.”

“What about right now?” Tomi asked and then hesitated. “That is, if you wouldn”t

mind.”

“Would I mind the chance to touch you for the next thirty minutes? Are you kidding

me?” Tracee”s sultry laughter rang out. “I”d love to.” She stood up and looked at Tomi. “We

both have to be completely undressed. Are you okay with that?”

“I don”t think that will be a problem.” Tomi smiled, her voice sounding soft, sexy.

Tracee returned her smile. “Good. Let me grab some towels and oil, and I”ll be right

back.” As Tracee disappeared inside the boat, Linc took a moment to survey the surrounding

waters, feeling satisfied that they were far enough away from other boats to have privacy.

The lights of the nearest boat appeared to be several hundred yards away, making it next to

impossible for the occupants to see the activities that were about to happen on their boat.

Tracee returned several minutes later, carrying a stack of towels and a bottle filled with

liquid. Linc sat transfixed, outwardly trying to hide his arousal and excitement as Tomi and

Tracee made quick work of stripping off their clothes. He looked at Pedro, then Mitch. From

the looks on their faces, it was obvious that Linc wasn”t the only one affected by the sight in

front of them.

Physically, Tracee and Tomi were as different as they were beautiful. Tracee, the taller

of the two, had full, naturally large breasts and pleasing curves with long black hair that

hung to the middle of her back. Tomi stood a few inches shorter with her perfectly

proportioned hourglass frame.

He”d been with both of them sexually, knew the pleasure they were capable of giving.

As enjoyable as sex had been with Tracee, Linc would be the first to admit that no woman

had ever made him feel like Tomi.

Tracee arranged a towel and pillows on the deck and positioned Tomi so that she lay on

her back with a pillow under her hips, her legs spread apart, and her knees slightly bent. The

built-in lights overhead provided Linc with a clear view of her exposed pussy, the folds

already wet as she waited for the massage.

“Just relax,” she encouraged Tomi. “Take slow, deep breaths.” Tomi closed her eyes,

and her chest began to rise and fall steadily as she did what Tracee instructed. “That”s good,”

Tracee said softly as she began. “This particular massage is called the Yoni massage.” Her

hands moved slowly over Tomi”s body as she spoke. “The word yoni means sacred space. It”s

a term used to describe the vagina.” She opened the bottle of oil and poured some into the

palm of her hand. The scent of lavender and vanilla filled the air. “The purpose of the Yoni massage is as much about loving and respecting the body as it is about pleasuring the body.”

She rubbed her hands together and began to massage the oil into Tomi”s skin.

At some point, the music changed, becoming slower, softer, the volume too low for

Linc to distinguish. It didn”t matter, really. The only thing he could focus on was the way

Tracee”s hands moved over Tomi”s body, starting at her calves and thighs, working her way

over her hips and up her abdomen until she reached her breasts.

“Mmm, so pretty,” Tracee murmured as she cupped Tomi”s breasts in each hand. She

bent and sucked one, then the other nipple into her mouth before gently kneading them,

taking time to roll the wet berries between her thumb and forefinger.

Tomi moans grew louder, her excitement evident as her fingers clenched into fists each

time Tracee stroked her nipples.

“Jesús que coge a Cristo.” Linc looked up at the sound of Pedro”s whispered oath. His

cousin made no effort to hide his arousal as he stared unblinkingly at Tomi and Tracee while

rubbing his dick through his shorts.

Without even realizing it, Linc moved his hand between Mitch”s thighs, feeling the

heat of his erection through his jeans. Mitch groaned and reciprocated the move, covering

Linc”s hard cock and squeezing it gently.

The sounds of moans drew Linc”s attention back to Tomi and Tracee. Tomi”s eyes were

open and locked on Tracee. They held each other”s gazes as Tracee slowly poured oil on

Tomi”s pussy and set the bottle to the side before slowly massaging the oil into the lips.

Tracee stroked Tomi”s clit, rubbing the knob between her thumb and index finger for a few

moments before she slid her middle finger inside. Tomi cried out, and her hips rose off the

deck as her thighs began to shake.

Another finger soon joined the first one inside her pussy, even as a third eased into her

anus. Tracee used her other hand to continue Tomi”s massage, gently rubbing, kneading, and

caressing over her stomach, her breasts, and her face. Without breaking eye contact, Tracee leaned down and covered Tomi”s lips with her

own. They kissed until Tomi cried out, her body jerking as she came. They were both

breathing heavily as Tracee lay next to Tomi and continued to stroke her body.

“So, was that normally how you do this massage, or did I just luck out?” Tomi asked.

Tracee chuckled breathlessly. “I think it”s safe to say you got the special treatment.”

“I was hoping you”d say that.” Tomi”s hand slid into Tracee”s hair. “Now it”s time for me

to return the favor.” She pulled Tracee”s head down, kissing her hungrily. Her hands moved