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back to Amy again. “I never could have predicted my honeymoon would be this exciting.”

The foursome laughed and Cole said, “So you’ve got your own snorkeling boat, huh? Sounds like the life.”

Chris nodded. “You got that right.”

“I’m sure it’s still a lot of work, though, isn’t it?” Amy asked.

He shrugged. “Sure. But it’s a hell of a lot easier to get pumped about doing work here than it was back in Cleveland. Too much snow up there for my taste.”

Both of them nodded, and Cole said, “I hear ya. We’re from Chicago, so we know about snow.”

“What must it be like,” Amy mused, her round breasts shifting lightly beneath the thin blue fabric, “to wake up here every day and have this be your life.” She let out a sigh. “I’m going to hate going home.”

“You could always do what I did,” Chris said, “and stay.”

“What? You were down here on vacation and just…”

“Didn’t go back,” he confirmed. “I mean, I did eventually, to get my life there tied up and my things moved, but I fell in love with the island and decided to live here.”

“That’s pretty courageous,” Amy offered.

He shrugged again. “Or stupid—according to my family.” He laughed.

“Sounds like things have worked out, though,” Cole said.

Chris nodded. “Yep. The boat’s all mine and as long as tourists keep wanting to see tropical fish, life will be good.”

Amy sighed again. “I’m envious. All that sun and water…”

“It gets into your soul, that’s for sure. Speaking of which, have you guys had a chance to get out on the ocean since you arrived?”

The two exchanged looks, Amy wearing a sheepish smile.

Carrie finally filled him in, wearing a small grin. “I’m not the only person standing here who’s won a wet t-shirt contest on the Party Barge this week.”

Chris grinned. He had no trouble believing Amy’s breasts would do justice to a soaking wet swath of cotton. “Congratulations,” he said across the space between them.

Amy rolled her eyes slightly. “I couldn’t believe how wild I got.”

“Neither could I,” Cole replied with a laugh. “But I loved every minute of it.”

“The rum punch,” Carrie and Amy both said simultaneously, drawing another round of laughter from them all.

“We’re taking the boat out today—just Carrie and a friend and I—if you guys want to come.” Carrie liked them, they seemed nice enough, and he already knew they were into getting wild—the way Chris saw it, they sounded like the perfect companions for their little outing.

When the two exchanged looks, Chris could see the sensuality in their eyes even from across the balcony.

“Sure,” Cole said, “sounds great.”

Chapter Eleven

Carrie stood on the Conch Fury helping Chris mix rum and grocery store cartons of fruit punch in a large three-gallon container. “Let me guess,” she said as it suddenly hit her. “This is the infamous rum punch.”

He looked up with a grin. “I told you I mixed it myself.”

She couldn’t help laughing. “And here I was imagining a concoction with all sorts of ingredients. Especially when I found out you were a bartender, too.”

“The fact is—and I think you’ll agree—this stuff is good without a lot of ingredients. So why make it more complicated than it is?” He twisted the lid on the container and poured some over a cup of ice, handing it to her.

She took a sip and couldn’t argue. Despite the copious amount of rum involved, it went down as easy as she remembered. Glancing up, she bit her lip. “I’d better watch it. You know what happened the last time I drank this stuff.”

He chuckled. “Can’t keep blaming it on the rum punch, angel. You’ve gotten pretty darn adventurous without it, too.”

She leaned in close to him, her body reverberating with pleasure when he enclosed her in a warm embrace. She peered up into his blue, blue eyes. “I hope you like how wild you’ve made me, Chris. Because maybe I can’t blame the rum punch, but you’re the one constant in the mix, the necessary ingredient to make me lose my inhibitions.”

He lowered a warm kiss to her waiting lips. “I’ve always loved wild women, babe, but you…something about you cutting loose makes me so hot, so crazy, I can barely control it.”

His words sent darts of arousal all through her and she felt her nipples pop like tiny pinpricks through her bikini, against Chris’s skin. Her pussy tingled with wondering exactly what would happen today to get him hot and crazy. Having Amy and Cole join them would definitely add something new and interesting to the party, and not quite knowing what to expect made her cunt pulsate harder.

“Hey guys, sorry to interrupt, but we’re here.”

She looked up to find Amy stepping onto the boat, followed by Cole. Amy wore the same black bikini and cover-up Carrie had seen her in the other day, and Cole wore the same red trunks. As they stashed their stuff, Amy shed her mesh cover-up to reveal the same slender shape Carrie had noticed before. A small gold chain draped her hips, just above her bikini bottoms.

“Glad you guys could come,” Carrie said, turning from Chris’s embrace. She and Chris hadn’t even talked about the invitation afterward—it went without saying that they were both expecting some fresh excitement from having Amy and Cole on board the Conch Fury, which Carrie was beginning to think of as their own mini-Party Barge.

“We’re looking forward to it,” Amy said, stepping nearer while Cole asked Chris what he could do to help out.

Closer to her now than she’d been earlier on the balcony, Amy noticed the baubles hanging beneath Carrie’s breasts. “Wow, what’s this?” She reached up to run her fingertips through them, the touch softly meeting Carrie’s skin.

“It’s breast jewelry,” she explained, pointing out that the chains actually spanned her breasts, laying parallel to the strings and triangles of her leopard-print top.

“Pretty,” Amy said, running a finger and thumb down one of the delicate chains that descended from Carrie’s neck onto her chest. “I love