by Harlow Layne
Clasping my hands together, I held them in front of me. “Please don’t tell me Zelda invited Remy to dinner again.”
“I don’t think so, but you never know with her. Anyway, we could talk about this all night, but you need to hurry up and get ready and looking extra sexy for Remy tonight.”
“Ugh.” I slumped down on the bed. “I don’t need all this pressure to get laid. Why does the one guy I’m finally interested in have to work in Spain of all places?”
Pen leaned into my side and rested her head alongside mine. “Because life isn’t fair, but think of it this way; that boat hottie is going to get you out of your funk, and then maybe once you move to LA, you’ll be ready to date.”
“I hope you’re right. Now leave me to get ready, so I don’t hold up dinner. I don’t want to piss off Chef Dean.”
Rolling off the bed, Pen grabbed her phone off the bed. “I’ll see you up there.”
I couldn’t decide what to wear and since I hadn’t unpacked, and all of my clothes were wrinkled. I knew I should have taken them up on their offer to unpack for me. Luckily, one of my colorful skirts had ruffles on it, which I paired with a cute white button-down shirt over the red bikini set Pen bought for me. I hadn’t packed any sexy lingerie for our trip because I didn’t think I’d want to jump anyone’s bones. Too bad shoes weren’t allowed onboard because I would have worn a pair of sexy high heels.
Normally I wasn’t late in my real life, but somehow, I was the late girl on this trip, and I hated it. All the girls were waiting with drinks in hand when I got upstairs.
“Nice of you to join us,” Reagan sneered the second her eyes landed on me.
“I think I did pretty well for only having twenty minutes to get ready. Some of us don’t have rooms all to ourselves.” It took everything in me not to flip her off.
I’d barely sat down when Ophelia came floating into the room with a crazy smile on her face. “Would you like anything to drink?”
I didn’t want a repeat of our first night, so I decided wine would be best for the night. That way, I could control how intoxicated I got.
“Do you have Moscato?” I asked hopefully.
“Of course, it was on your preference sheet.” She gave me a fake smile before she walked off.
The crew guys helped serve our dinner, and every time Remy even looked my way, Ophelia was rushing him away or glaring at him. If she was trying to make dinner awkward, she succeeded. The chef outdid himself, making the best food I’d ever had in my life. The Langoustine marinated in mango and passion fruit was my favorite dinner of the charter, and the chocolate soufflé was to die for. If I had the money, I’d probably want to hire the chef like Zelda did so I could eat like that every day. I was sure my waistline wouldn’t be happy with me either.
I swore we all waddled away from the table and moved up to the sky lounge to let our food digest.
“Jolene dear,” Zelda called her over, “do you think you could set up a movie in here for us to watch and maybe make us some truffle popcorn?”
Dear God, how could she think of eating another bite? And did she really need some type of truffle on or in all her food?
“I’ll see what we can do. You may have to switch to a different room, but I’m not sure.” Jolene bowed her head and wrung her hands. “What would you like to watch?”
“I’m not sure yet, but we’ll figure one out.” Zelda smiled big and fake, making her face look like it was about to split in two. Seriously, stop with the plastic surgery and implants.
“Okay,” she answered shakily. “Let me go speak with Ophelia. This is more her realm than mine.”
Jolene scurried out of the room. We could hear her feet pounding on the stairs as she went downstairs. The moment we couldn’t hear her any longer, Zelda hopped up and came toward me.
“Now’s your chance to go. We’ll keep the girls occupied.”
“What’s going on?” I looked to Pen and back to Zelda and back again in confusion.
“We’re distracting the crew members while you go spend some time with Remy. Now go before someone comes back,” Zelda pushed me by the shoulders.
“I don’t know if this will work. Won’t they wonder where I am?” There was always at least one crew member around us at all times unless we were in our rooms.
“We’ll say you have a headache and want to be left alone. It will be perfect.” She clapped her hands. Her face glowed with excitement, or maybe it was all she’d had to drink during dinner. Either way, Zelda seemed proud of her plan.
“Thank you.” I kissed her on her cheek.
Next was Pen with a hug. “I’ll see you later.”
Leaving through the sliding door, I had no idea where I was supposed to find Remy. Since most of the places we’d been were in the back of the boat, I headed to the front. Something told me I’d find him there, and I wasn’t wrong.
Remy was shirtless in a pair of shorts that hung ridiculously low on his hips while he looked to be shining the railing. The way his muscles rippled with each movement had me hypnotized. My hands itched to get acquainted with each and every one of them.
He cleared his throat, breaking me out of my lustful thoughts and reminded me of what Ophelia had mentioned earlier. “Are you going to stand there and stare all night?”
I crossed my arms over my chest in anticipation of what he might say. “Perhaps. It depends on what your answer is when I ask you a very important question.”
He stopped what he was doing and stood facing me. “Okay, what do you want to ask me?”
I was surprised my voice was steady as I asked. “Did you spend last night with Ophelia?”
Stepping closer, he stopped with only a foot between us. “Not even close. If you’d like, you can ask the guys and the chef since he’s my roommate.”
“There’s no need. I believe you. I couldn’t in good conscience spend any more time with you if you were with her.” I had to ask even though I didn’t want the answer. “Have you slept with her?”
His eyes closed, and his face fell. I had my answer, but I wanted to hear it from his mouth.
“I have, but it wasn’t recent. It was on the first boat I worked on. I knew immediately it was a mistake and one I didn’t plan to repeat. O can’t seem to get the message no matter how many times I’ve told her it’s not going to happen again.”
“Maybe it’s because you’re so damn good.” And damn, did I want him to show me just how good he could be.
A lazy smirk crossed his sexy face. “I’d happily show you. Would you like a sample or full service?”
“Full service, please.”
Slamming my back against the wall, Remy’s lips continued to ravage every inch of my neck and jaw. “Fuck, you taste good. I want to dip my tongue between your legs and see if you taste as sweet.”
The thin fabric that covered my sex was drenched, and I couldn’t decide if I wanted him down on his knees before me or if I wanted him to fill me with his thick cock.
My fingers tugged on his hair, moving his mouth to mine. I bit on his bottom lip and tugged. Breaking away, I nibbled on his jaw as I spoke. “You need to do something before I combust.”
A sexy smirk broke across his face right before he gripped my shirt and, in one smooth move, tore it open. The buttons went flying in every direction. “We can’t have that, can we?” Slowly he started kissing down my neck and moved on to sucking on the tender flesh of one breast and then the other. Using his teeth, Remy pulled the red triangle of fabric to the side, so he could lave my nipple with his tongue.
His hot tongue, along with the cool breeze on my overly sensitive flesh, sent shivers down my spine. As his scorching mouth moved further south and met the fabric of my skirt, Remy kneeled and ducked underneath. His nose swept along the fabric of my swim bottoms once before he moved it aside, giving him unhindered access to my dripping core.
“Your smell is driving me wild,” he moaned out. “Now I’m going to sample your sweet pussy.”
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sp; The moment his soft, hot tongue met my folds, my back arched off the wall, and my knees nearly buckled. Bracing one hand against the wall and the other on his head, I bucked my hips up until his nose met my clit. “Yes,” I whimpered at the sensation.
It had been too long since my body had been touched this way. It wasn’t long before my toes started to curl, and my bundle of nerves started to pulse. “I’m close,” I breathed out. “Whatever you do, don’t stop.”
At that point, I didn’t care if someone came down to the back of the boat where we were and saw us. It wouldn’t matter as long as I got the release I was desperate for.
Plunging two fingers into my sleek heat, Remy began to suck on my lips and moved to my nub. With his lips and tongue doing devilish work sucking and then biting down, I exploded into a million pieces. Thousands of fireworks went off behind my eyelids, and tingles erupted underneath my skin. Particles of my being would forever be left in Spain after the way he brought me to release.
My back slumped against the wall, even with Remy’s hands on my hips to steady me as he stood.
With his hair a sexy mess from my fingers running through it and tugging on it, Remy licked his lips. “I knew you’d taste divine. I would happily stay between your legs if we had the time.” I hated we had to leave after tomorrow, but there was nothing I could do about it. I’d known from the first moment I saw him whatever we had would be fleeting. “I wish I had someplace to lay you down so I could properly ravage your body. I guess I’ll have to make do with what we have here.”
“You seem like a resourceful guy. Show me what you’re made of.” I pushed off the wall and draped one leg around his waist. Even after the amazing orgasm he’d just given me, I was hungry for more. I rubbed my core against the bulge in his swim trunks as I snaked my arms around his neck. “I want to feel you inside of me.”
“And I want to sink deep inside of you. Pull my dick out, Stella.” My name on his lips was the most delectable sound I’d ever heard. My pulse hummed at the command while my hands went to the drawstring of his trunks and untied it, keeping them riding low on his hips.
With one final slip of the string, Remy’s bottoms fell to his knees, and all I could do was stare. He was magnificent and bigger than big. Not only was he long, but he was thick with a vein that ran the length of his massive erection that had my mouth drooling. I wanted to lick and suck on the beast he kept hidden in his pants.
“Fuck, Stella, the way you’re looking at me has my cock weeping to be inside of you. I can’t wait any longer. The last few days have been torture trying to stay away from you.”
Looking around, Remy pulled me behind him until we came upon one of the platforms they put out into the water for us to lie out and walk around on. “This will have to do.”
Remy threw his trunks to the side before he pulled me down with him on the soft surface until I straddled his hips. The apex between my thighs rubbed along his stiff erection as I settled my hands on his shoulders and looked into his dark eyes that were full of lust for me.
Keeping one hand on his shoulder, I pushed my bikini bottoms to the side and then hesitated. My hand ran up his taut stomach and over his pecs that jumped from my touch. “Do you have a condom?”
I hated to spoil the moment, but I hadn’t been on birth control for a few years. Before Brock and I stopped having sex, we’d been trying to have a baby, and when that didn’t work, I never went back on it and saw no point since I wasn’t having sex.
His hands sitting firmly on my hips gave me a squeeze before he leaned over and grabbed his trunks. “I...I was caught up, but I did bring one.”
I sat, watching enthralled as he sheathed himself and then as he gripped my hips and placed me over his waiting erection.
With my hands back on his shoulders, I slowly lowered myself inch by inch onto his massive cock. I’d barely gotten more than the tip in when I had to stop and let my body get accustomed to his size. Remy’s jaw tensed but had no other outward sign that it was hard for him to hold back.
“I don’t know if it’s because it’s been so long or if it’s because you’re the biggest guy who’s ever been inside me, but I’m sorry.”
“You never have to tell a guy sorry because he’s too big, but maybe I can help you get there faster.”
I was about to ask him how he’d do that when his lips captured mine. His tongue swept inside as his thumb connected to my bundle of nerves.
“Stop thinking and just feel, and when you can, fill yourself fully with me.”
With both his mouth and thumb distracting me, it was easier to slide the rest of the way down. The burn as I became accustomed to him heightened all my senses making the way his hands moved up my stomach and rib cage tantalizing. Slowly I started to rock back and forth and moving up and down.
Dipping his head, Remy bit and sucked on my breasts as I rode him. The only sounds were our panting breaths and the water slapping against the side of the boat, giving me the perfect rhythm to move to until neither one of us could hold back any longer.
Wrapping my arm around his shoulders, my pace quickened. When the tip was about to slip out, I would slam down and circle my hips only to do it again.
“Fucking hell woman, you’re tight. I can feel your pussy squeeze me every time you slam down on my shaft.” Closing his eyes, he moaned deep in his throat. His hand on my waist moved underneath the skirt I’d kept on. One finger ran through my juices before it circled my tight ring and slipped inside.
Having his finger in my ass, one on my clit, and his thick cock inside me, I was overtaken with sensation. I let out a low moan before I bit down on his shoulder and tried to stifle the noises I was making.
“Keep squeezing me like that, and I’m going to go off,” he groaned into the shell of my ear. His words spurred me on. I wanted to see what Remy looked like when he came more than I wanted my next breath.
I knew it would only be a matter of seconds before I detonated all around him. The way our bodies connected felt more divine than the finest dessert. I’d never have another sweet in my life if I could fuck Remy until the end of time.
When my walls began to flutter, I bore down on his finger, loving the feel of being so full of him and felt him swell inside of me. I didn’t think it was possible for him to get bigger, but somehow, he managed to.
Arching back, I erupted with this new angle. My body seized up as pleasure wrapped itself around me. Holding onto me, Remy pumped two more times when he stilled underneath me and buried his head into my shoulder before letting out a groan that came from deep inside.
After a few moments, he rolled his head to the side and kissed my neck. I was a puddle of happy goo in his arms as I rested my head on his shoulder with my eyes closed.
Was boat sex always that good, or was it all Remy?
A cold shiver wracked my body at the thought that after tonight I would never feel him fill me so completely.
Wrapping his big, strong arms around me, Remy stood as if I weighed as light as a feather and pulled me flush to him. His hands rubbed up and down my back as he whispered against my lips. “Let’s get you warmed up.”
“I’m not ready to go inside yet,” I whined. It wasn’t so much because of me being cold as it was that I knew once we parted ways things would be different between us.
Pulling away, he righted my bikini top and slipped his shorts on before he grabbed my hand and started us up the stairs. “As far as I know, no one is using the hot tub.”
At least we’d get to spend more time together. Only I wasn’t sure I’d be able to keep myself under control with him wet and sexy sitting across from me; I agreed, nonetheless.
I was surprised we didn’t see or hear the girls as we walked along in the shadows until we slipped inside the hot tub. Pen needed a reward for making that possible.
Water bubbled up from the jets tickling my back and making me squirm across the way from Remy.
“It seems silly to ask this now, but what did you do for a livin
g before you started to write your book?”
Leaning back further, I let my legs float in the water. “I’ve had a few jobs, but the last was a receptionist at my ex’s medical practice. Before, to support him through medical school, I worked two jobs. One as a hostess at a restaurant and the other, I was a manager at a bookstore.”
Grabbing one of my feet that was floating, Remy dug his thumbs into the arch. “And he repaid you by cheating on you?”
“And getting her pregnant. That was the hardest part. Brock is a pediatrician who loves kids, and we tried for years with it amounting to nothing. He said it made him look bad, like I was purposely not getting pregnant. One day we gave up, and that seemed to be the end of our marriage. Now he’s this renowned doctor with a baby on the way, and I’m stuck trying to start a new life.”
“It sounds like you’re not stuck for what little I know. You’re writing a book, something most people only dream of doing, and you’re moving away from all the negativity in your life.” He switched to my other foot. “I bet in a year; you won’t remember feeling like this. It will all be a distant memory.”
I hoped so. It was draining to hate Brock for what he did to me and to us. Cheating never made sense to me. If he wanted to be with other people, then why hadn’t he ended our relationship first?
After what Brock put me through, would I ever be able to trust another man not to cheat on me? I wasn’t sure. Not that it mattered since I didn’t have any men on the horizon except for the one in front of me, and he’d be out of my life in the blink of an eye.
Not wanting the memories of my past life to ruin the night, I changed the subject off of me. “You said you’ve only been doing this for two years. What did you do before this?”
His thumb dug into a particularly tender spot making my foot jerk back in response. “Sorry, um…” He cleared his throat, and his hands stopped moving. His long fingers wrapped around my foot, and then his thumbs started to caress the top. “I was a Marine. Joined when I was eighteen, and when I got out, I needed a change of scenery.”
