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Yes. It did.

But Karrie jabbed him with her elbow. "Hush. Let me listen to it again to figure out exactly what they're saying." She hit the button again and got the whole message. Their flight had been delayed because of some maintenance thing, and they had to wait for a new plane to arrive, but they'd be getting in around one that afternoon. That put them on the island around two-thirty.

Ram nuzzled her neck again, and she slipped her phone back into her pocket.

"You're mine for a while, right?"

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Karrie smiled at him over her shoulder, not yet ready to tell him she couldn't go with him. Her spending time with him would just be using him, and it didn't seem right. Goofing around in the closet was one thing, but now she knew who he was, things were different.

Besides, if she left right away she could check into their room, maybe buy some wine, snacks, and be ready when Amy and Rochelle arrived. That's what a good friend would do.

"I know what you're thinking."

"You do?"

"Yeah, how next time you're going to make sure I do it slow. Why not see how long I can last?"

He pushed against her and Karrie stopped thinking about wine, snacks, and her two best friends and started thinking about Ram's cock deep inside her. Hard and slow this time.

"Hey, kids."

Ian came up beside them, brushing against Karrie as he took a spot on the rail. Straight ahead, the shoreline was getting closer, and the dock was visible next to a low building to the right. A row of boats was on to the left. Tall sailboats, low speedboats, and even some wide yachts. The colourful mix gleamed in the mid-morning sun.

"Only about ten minutes," Ian said.

"You check with Kenny, make sure he's going to meet us at the dock?"

"Yep." Ian lowered his phone, and leaned against Karrie.

"Just sent another text to confirm our arrival time."

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"Do you mind? I'm kind of already standing here." she asked Ian, flashing a smile as she shoved against him.

"No, I'll just stand here with you. You okay with that?" he replied, pressing against her again, only this time so she was squished between him and Ram. Lean and hard on both sides—delicious.

"Karrie's friends got delayed," Ram said over the top of Karrie's head.

"Perfect, we can—" But his phone chirped, cutting him off.

He slid it open, checked the screen. "Kenny says he'll get to the dock same time as us."

Ian slipped his phone back into his pocket and settled on the rail again, still leaning against Karrie. Ram stayed close too, his breath caressing her neck, mixing with the hot sun, turning her blood to liquid fire.

The weekend was supposed to be about getting over being used and moving on with her life. So why was she letting herself get caught up with Ram and Ian?

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Chapter Three

* * * *

"I'm telling you, give up. Give up, and let us take you.

We'll get you there in plenty of time. I promise."

"On your yacht?" Karrie pointed to his boat, its wooden deck gleaming in the sun.

"Sure."

The day had been ridiculous to say the least. She couldn't have made it up if she tried. No one was ever going to believe it. But that wasn't why she was saying no. "I told you, it's not right, I don't want to—"

"Use me?" He ran his hand through his hair. "I
want
you to use me."

Karrie glanced down at her phone again. The screen locked up. "Crap."

Ian appeared on the deck of Ram's yacht and hopped down onto the dock. "Come on, you two, we have to get out of here. Kenny promised the harbour master we'd be out of here before the next ferry arrives."

She tapped the screen, waited for it to do something.

Anything. But it didn't. She sighed. "Okay, yes. Please take me. I'd appreciate the lift. On your yacht."

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"Now, Karrie," he said, taking her arm and pulling her off her suitcase. "No need to get all formal and polite. Especially since we know each other so well."

Ian came around and grabbed her suitcase. Ram wrapped his arm around her waist, guiding her along. It seemed like she'd spent the entire morning being lead around by these two. Not that she was complaining.

She climbed aboard and Kenny, a tall military-looking guy with a shaved head positioned at the wheel, waved.

"Ian's going to put your suitcase in the first room on the left, down below. Get your suit on and come on back up. I'll get us something to drink. Mimosas okay?"

Not waiting for an answer, he headed towards the front, probably to a kitchen as big as Karrie's apartment. She headed in the other direction, easily finding her suitcase in the room Ram mentioned. She pulled out her phone. No signal again. That was probably a good thing, because if she sent the girls a text, telling them what she was doing, they'd meet her at the hotel with a straight jacket and a one-way ticket to a nice place where she could rest—like a mental hospital.

She peeled off her clothes, and wiggled in to her suit. She slipped her T-shirt back on as a cover up, and climbed back onto the deck. Ram had changed into truck, so Karrie took a full view of his ink-covered chest. Ian had taken off his shirt, his shorts hanging low on his hips. Both were lying in lounge chairs, an empty chair between them, and a pitcher of mimosas gleaming in the sun.

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"We want you here, in the middle, where we can keep track of you," Ian said, pointing to the empty lounger.

"Where am I going to go? Overboard?"

"Just humour him, and do as you're told," Ram said, pointing to the vacant spot.

She offered them both a fake frown. "So it's going to be like that?" she asked, sliding on to the chair.

"We're ready to shove off," Kenny called out, walking towards them holding a small radio. "You three all set?"

Karrie looked at him, noticing the thick curve of his arms and the deep tanned covering every inch of his exposed skin.

He had only one tattoo, an eagle, on his right shoulder.

Guessing from the firm lines of his mouth and the calm way he moved, he must be the one who had the job of keeping the other two in line and out of trouble.

"I'll be ready to get going, just as soon as I pour these drinks," Ian replied, reaching for the pitcher.

"All right," Kenny said, backing up. "Trip time will be about two hours, depending on the wind."

"Sounds perfect," Ram said.

Yes, it did. Now she'd got past her worry about using them, she was definitely ready for two more hours of fantasy.

Kenny walked off, his bare feet silent.

Ian sipped his mimosa then smiled at Karrie. "So, how long do we have to wait for you to take your top off?"

Karrie looked down. Her nipples were already tight and peaked even though the sun warmed her skin. They couldn't see the dampness between her legs, but it was there.

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She'd never acted this way with Marc. Or anyone, since she'd decided she was supposed to be
mature
.

Really, what was she waiting for?

"Ian, leave her alone for a few minutes and give her a drink."

Ian filled a plastic cup with the orange juice and champagne mixture and held it out. The first sip was bubbly heaven.

"Maybe I don't want him to leave me alone," she said, after another long drink.

Ram's mouth twitched. "Did we find something in that closet that you lost?"

Karrie ran her fingertips across the edges of her top, the light touch of her own hand sending an electrical current through her body. She looked over at Ram—his eyes were dark, his lips pressed together.

The motor roared and the whole boat started to vibrate as Kenny eased them away from the dock. As the boat turned around, the salty wind blew against Karrie's cheeks, caressing her. She'd never have this chance again, and she really owed it to herself to do something with it. A slow grin spread across her mouth.

"It looks like she's got something on her mind," Ram said.

Ian reached down and caressed his cock through his trunks. "I hope she doesn't take too long to let us know what it is." Then he settled back and sipped his drink.

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growl of the motor rumbled beneath them, charging the electricity skimming through Karrie's body.

A few minutes rolled past, until Ian broke the quiet. "You know, Karrie, you take too long, and I'm going to have to jack off. And I'm not going to do it in the bathroom. I'm going to do it out here and make you watch."

Karrie ran her tongue across her bottom lip, licking off the sweetness of the drink. "Maybe I want you to jack off, and maybe I want to watch."

"Okay," he said, his chest rumbling as he laughed. "I see how this is going."

"You think so?" she said, looking from him to Ram.

Ram had stretched out, covering the lounger with his long arms and legs. His eyes were closed, but his mouth curved up. She had his attention.

Karrie tucked her legs under her hips and sipped her drink, letting the sun warm her skin and the easy rock of the boat relax her. She'd made that mistake earlier, fighting the waves instead of enjoying them. It was a mistake she didn't plan to make again—on a boat or in life.

"Go ahead," Ian said, sliding her a glance. "Take your top off. I dare you."

Karrie reached behind her back, loosened the ties of her bright pink bikini top, then untied the knot at her neck.

"Let me help with that," Ram said, reaching over and taking the scrap of fabric then tossing it to the deck.

Karrie tucked her heels further under her hips and arched her back. "We need some music, don't you think?"

"Ian?"

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Ian rolled off his lounge chair and jogged away.

"You look great like that, you know?" Ram said, his gaze lingering on her pale breasts. "You should go around topless all the time."

She enjoyed having him look at her. "I don't think that would be a good idea, especially at work."

He grinned. "Yeah, it would."

"I don't do that kind of massage."

He made a point of looking her over and then brought his gaze back to her face. "You sure you aren't an hourly girl?"

She tipped her head back and let her hair fall across her shoulders. "I'm sure."

"You know—" Ram reached over and ran his fingertips down her side. "You owe me, you know."

"I do?" she asked, closing her eyes to the sun.

"Yeah. I sang for you and singing is what I do, so the way I see it, since you do massages for a living you should—"

"Massage you?"

He stretched out and put his hands behind his head.

"That's right. Should I turn over?"

Overhead, speakers sparked to life with 'Mayhem Music', one of the band's earlier songs. It came out while Karrie was still in high school, and she and her friends had listened to it over and over while they traded stories about which guys at school were hot and what they'd do with them if they got the chance. Those were some sexy stories.

She drank the last of her mimosa, set the cup down and reached up to cup her breasts. "Maybe I should massage
myself
? What do you think?"

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"You do whatever you like, girl," Ian said, strolling back around the corner.

The boat was far from shore and the waves had evened out. The engine hummed, steadily pushing towards St.

Andrews and the rest of her life.

Karrie stretched out her legs, rolled to her feet, and stood at the side of Ram's lounge chair. She took a bottle of lotion from a basket under the chair and tossed it from one hand to the other. "Take your trunks off and lay on your stomach."

She glanced at Ian. "You sit and watch."

Ian poured himself another drink and settled into the chair right next to them. Ram made a show of sliding out of his suit, thrusting his hips off the chair with a wide grin.

"Hurry up," she said, even though she was enjoying the show he was putting on for her.

As soon as he was settled, she threw one leg over him and sat on his bare hips. She poured some lotion into her hands and warmed it by rubbing her palms together.

Ram looked at her from the corner of his eyes. "That the way you do things at the spa?"

Karrie angled her hips forward and pressed her pelvic bone between his ass cheeks. "Never mind how I do things there.

It's how I'm doing things here that matters."

She laid one palm on each side of his spine. For a few minutes, she lost herself in the pleasure or caressing his lean muscles. The heat from the sun was beginning to make him sweat, and the perspiration trickled down the sides of his torso. She moved her hands upwards, caressing his shoulders and neck.

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He groaned. "How long until I turn over?"

She kept caressing, moving her hands back down his spine. "Turn over? Now would you want to do that?"

"Ian, do me a favour. Untie her bikini bottom so when I do turn over it won't be in my way."

Ian reached over and tugged the string close to him then got up to untie the other. The fabric fell away, exposing her pale skin.

She looked over at Ian. "You too." She tipped her head towards his shorts, and nodded her satisfaction when he reached for the button and popped it open. The shorts fell to the ground.