by Vivian Wood
She makes this sound, a mewling sound, but more guttural. The sound makes the fine hair on the back of my neck stand up and my whole body tingles for a second. I pull her body up against mine, rubbing her tits across my chest. She moans and wraps her legs around my torso.
Fuck, she feels so good. She starts to kiss my neck, sucking hard on my earlobe. My eyes roll into the back of my head for the briefest moment and I stumble. Luna seems totally unworried about our surroundings.
Maybe she’s completely oblivious to my thought process about how I can fuck her the fastest. She looks up at me. Her eyes are filled with the same impatient lust as mine.
“Take me right here, right now,” she demands, her voice low and throaty. “I need you, Gabe.”
Lust fills my veins like lead. Her words are the balm I’ve needed for so long; it feels like it’s been eons since I’ve been inside her, instead the better part of a week.
Fuck. How long have I needed to hear those words pulled from her sweet lips?
“Yes,” she whispers in my ear. She grabs my hand, pulling it down her body, until I’m touching the front of her panties. They’re damp, soaked by her need. Her words turn pleading. “Now. I need you inside me right now.”
At the same time, she reaches down between us, feeling the outline of my cock through my pants.
Fuck. It’s hard to think, hard to speak. Especially when she pleads so sweetly for me to fuck her.
“Uh uh,” I say, my eyes burning into hers. I sit back, leaving her looking at me with a note of shock on her face. She thinks I’m turning down sex, which is almost funny. “If you need it as badly as you say, get back on the bed,” I order.
I get immense pleasure out of watching her miles of fantastic legs and ass as she scurries to obey. I climb in the back, pulling down the gate behind me.
It’s still a little crowded in the cabin, being that I’m almost six and a half feet tall. But when she gets herself turned around, biting her lip and looking up at me, I suddenly feel that same urgency as I felt earlier.
“Get your panties off,” I growl. “I want you to ride me, right fucking now.”
She looks at me with those wide, innocent eyes and starts to unzip her skirt.
“No. Leave it on,” I tell her. “And take the panties off. Don’t make me tell you again.”
I unzip my own pants as she shimmies her panties down her legs, kicking them off with her shoes. I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my boxer briefs, shoving them and my pants down to the middle of my thighs.
My cock springs free, long and thick, the tip of it already slick with precum. Luna’s hand is on my cock instantly, her fist closing around it.
Fuck, that feels so good.
It’s been so long since I felt anyone else’s grip on my dick that I close my eyes when she touches me. She gives me a few experimental strokes, testing the waters. But when I see her head going down to my cock, I have to stop her.
“No, not now,” I grit out, guiding her face up to mine. “I don’t want to blow my load in your mouth. I want your pussy, and I want it right now.”
She straddles me, breathing a little bit faster. I force her head down and kiss her, even as I lift my hips up. My cock touches her warm inner thigh. I close my eyes for the briefest moment, distracting myself.
Then I open my eyes, realizing that I should’ve definitely jacked off in the last couple days. Or maybe been with a girl that was less hot than Luna, who is a straight up bombshell.
I kiss her, pressing her ass down so that her knees widen.
“You’re going to have to ride slow,” I warn. “I’m so fucking hot for you right now, I can barely see straight.”
She gives me a wicked grin. “Is that right?”
I just grunt, pressing her down again. I use my free hand to stand my cock straight up, groaning when the blunt tip touches her pussy lips. They are already dripping with moisture.
She has been waiting for me, it seems.
She sinks down on my dick, her expression enraptured. I have to close my eyes and list whiskey brands while she stretches to take all of me.
“Fuck!” I mutter. “God damn, you’re so tight. So wet. So perfect.”
When she finally takes all of my cock, I pull her down for a long, slow kiss.
“Can you handle me?” she asks, already breathless.
To answer her question, I move my hips upward. She cries out, but she doesn’t stop. No, she keeps going, her actions growing frenzied. Her pussy grips my cock as she rides me.
I move my hand down between our bodies, rubbing her clit. I am going to make damn sure that she comes when I do… and I’m going to come pretty damn soon.
“Oh my god,” she says, leaning forward. “Omigod, right there…”
I can feel her tensing and clenching, getting close to the edge.
“Fuck. That’s right. I love the way you ride me, Luna. The way that sweet pussy grips my cock so tight—”
That little bit of dirty talk is enough to push her over the edge. She cries out, her pussy spasming wildly, her nails scoring the flesh of my chest.
I let myself go, pumping up into her body with abandon. I can feel the orgasm before it hits, feel it start down low in my balls. It tears loose and I thrust upward again and again, her greedy little pussy milking my cock of every drop.
I slow, then stop, trying to catch my breath. She lays sprawled across my chest, her breathing rapid, covered in a layer of sweat. Not just hers, but mine, too.
I close my eyes and hold her close, enjoying the musky scents rising from our combined skin, and the moment of closeness.
25
Luna
I’m standing on the main deck, my brows furrowed as I watch Gabe direct the disembarkation. We are on the last stop of the entire trip, docked at a solitary, rickety little pier. Far above us is a lighthouse that sits atop the rocky terrain at the highest peak. In the middle distance, I only see a set of steps carved into the dark bedrock, disappearing as they ascend to the lighthouse.
I’m not even paying attention to that at all, though. No, my attention is on Gabe.
On his tall, broad frame. His dark hair and brows. On his angular, handsome face. His big hands, his long legs.
I don’t know exactly when he stopped being a thorny prick and turned into a protective lover. I can’t remember ever thinking that I should pull back or stop sleeping with him.
But now, as I look at him, I realize I let my guard down at some point. I’ve allowed myself to become infatuated with him.
I won’t even let myself think the word love, though it does lurk somewhere below the dark surface for me.
Mostly, I want to know when I started to care about him. Was it the day he took me out kayaking? Or was it the day that I first stepped onto this yacht, knowing full well that he was captain?
I don’t know. But Gabe is the center of my little universe just at this moment. Taking a deep breath, I head down the gangplank onto the dock.
Malkia herds the clients up toward the stone staircase. Gabe looks back over the crowd, his gaze seeking.
It lands on me and I notice relief crosses his expression. My brow furrows a little bit as I follow the procession of people drifting toward the shore.
I don’t get a chance to ask him what his expression meant, though. Gabe is all business today, taking the lead. He hits the stairs first. For a few minutes I can see him climbing, then he turns around a corner in the stairs and disappears from sight.
When I reach the stairs that are cut into the deep stone embankment, I look up. The walls are made of stone that was quite roughly carved; I can actually make out the chisel marks that someone made long ago. Reaching out a hand to feel the cool wall as I climb, I’m very glad that the blue sky is still above us. It would be claustrophobic otherwise.
I tag after the others, finding that when I turn the corner it isn’t that much further. Already I can see Gabe’s dark head disappearing as he makes it to the top.
“It’s just a little further!” Malkia calls from her position halfway through the small crowd. “Everyone just go at your own pace…”
I end up helping Sofia with the last dozen steps. She smiles at me gratefully.
“You should lean on me on the way back down,” I tell her with a wink.
Her cheeks heat a little but she nods. “Thank you, Dr. Luna.”
We reach the top of the steps. My eye is drawn immediately to the breathtaking view all around us. The sea takes us most of the vista, looking almost black right now. Our yacht bobs below.
To my right is the whale watching station, rising domelike above us. Sofia takes a second to admire the view and then heads toward the station’s entrance.
I hang back though, because Gabe is coming my way. Pretending indifference at his approach, I turn my head back toward the million dollar view.
“Are you coming in?” he asks.
The corners of my mouth tip up. “In a while, maybe.”
Gabe lowers his voice, stepping closer to me. Not touching, but hovering close enough that if I raised my hand I would hit him. “I missed you leaving my room this morning.”
Smiling, I eye him. “I actually had to work this morning. Emma asked for my help in advance.”
“Ah.” He nods, looking away out over the water. “Is that the trick? I have to ask you in advance?”
I chuckle. “Are you suggesting that I slack off?”
He looks mischievous. “Me? Never. I’m just trying to figure out the best way to ask you to do things, that’s all.”
“In bed or at work? Because Captain Gabe gets whatever he asks for…” I repress a snicker. “Actually, Captain Gabe gets whatever he wants in or out of the bedroom.”
He ducks his head, the tips of his ears going pink. He is quiet for half a minute, thinking. I get the sense that he is trying to work himself up to something.
I reach out, briefly touching his arm with my fingers. Gabe looks up, startled. I’m quick to drop my hand again but I flush.
“What?” I ask quietly.
His lips quirk. “Am I that easy to read?”
“You are to me.” I cast an eye over his face, trying to read his expression. “Well sometimes you are, anyway.”
He nods his head, looking at the ground. “The trip will only last a couple more days.”
Squinting, I try to do the mental math of where he’s going with that thought. “So?”
“So I was wondering…” He fidgets, obviously uncomfortable. “What happens when we are off the boat? With us, I mean.”
My eyebrows fly up. “Oh! I hadn’t really thought about it. I mean… I just figured…” My cheeks color. “I thought that we would just keep doing… whatever this is… when we get back.”
He looks up, his gaze pinning me. “That’s what you want?”
“Well… yeah.” I bite my lip, my face the color of a ripe strawberry in the summer. “I mean, as long as you want that too.”
He nods slowly. “I don’t see any reason to stop.”
I give him a funny look. That isn’t the most romantic thing he could’ve said just then, but at least he isn’t ready to call it quits with me yet.
“Gabe!” Behind us, Malkia sticks her head out of the station. She narrows her eyes at us both when she sees us. “Are you coming or not?”
He sighs. “Yeah, I’m coming.” He looks at me, but I just give my head a tiny shake.
“I’m going to find a spot to hang out,” I say. “I have a lot of voicemails and text messages to check while we’re on land. I should return a few emails too, while we’re at it.”
Gabe lifts a shoulder in a shrug. “Okay.”
He heads off, leaving me alone. I walk closer to the edge, peering over.
Taking a couple of deep breaths, I try to calm myself down. I need to call Cate, but I can’t do it anywhere that prying ears might overhear us. I walk around the platform we are on slowly. To my surprise, there is another staircase cut into the other side, hidden from sight until you are right on top of it. It trails away into the woods.
I take the stairs down about halfway. I don’t want to be overheard but I also don’t want to get outside shouting distance.
It’s not outside the realm of possibility that someone might call for my help, after all.
I sit down on the steps as I start the video call. It rings a few times before Cate answers, her delicate eyebrows raised.
“Luna?” she asks.
I smile guiltily. “Yes, it’s me. Your fair weather best friend.”
Cate laughs. “I was starting to wonder when you would call. It’s been so long!”
I grin. “Well, here I am. It’s been a wild month.”
Her eyes light up. “Oh yeah? Tell me everything… Oh! Tell me how things are with Hot Boss!”
My cheeks redden and I roll my eyes. “You mean Gabe.”
“Sure, him. Dish, sis.”
I sigh. “Oh man. Uhhh…” I squint. “We are definitely hooking up on the reg.”
Cate squeals. “You are?”
“Yeah. And we literally just had a conversation ten minutes ago about how we are going to keep seeing each other once we get back from this trip.”
She beams at me. “That is so great! Do you actually see it going somewhere?”
I bite my lip, glancing behind me to double check that no one is listening. “So… you know that I’m here for school, right? Like it’s an internship?”
“Yes.” She cocks her head. “Why?”
“Well… this doctor from my school approached me. Dr. Montgomery. He said that he was a friend of Gabe’s and they do this big yacht race together every fall.”
I can see Cate trying to add the pieces of my story together. “Okay…”
“Right. Anyway, Dr. Montgomery asked me to steal some info that will help him win the yacht race. I mean, he didn’t come right out and say it, but he made it very clear that they are competitors.”
“Oh, that doesn’t sound good. It sounds like he’s asking you to do something wrong.”
I nod. “Dr. Montgomery dressed it up, said he needed the information for a totally benign reason. But I could see that he was lying.”
Cate shakes her head. “Did Dr. Montgomery at least offer you something for stealing from the captain of your ship?”
I blush furiously. “He offered to make sure I get the first pick of slots at the hospital in the fall.”
She makes a face. “I don’t know what that means but it must be big if you actually considered it.”
I hesitate. Cate is honest and well intentioned, and she doesn’t really understand why anyone wouldn’t be.
“I don’t like the fact that you’re not answering me,” she says, skewering me with her gaze.
“I told Dr. Montgomery that I would think about it.” I grimace. “I’m pretty sure he’s expecting it now.”
She shakes her head slowly. “You can’t steal from your boyfriend, Luna.”
“Okay, number one. Gabe is not my boyfriend. And number two, I’m not going to go through with it. It’s just… I wish I had just said no when Dr. Montgomery originally asked me.”
“Why didn’t you?”
Scrubbing my hand over my face, I make an aggrieved noise. “Because Dr. Montgomery basically controls my fate at the hospital this fall. I don’t want to do anything to upset him…”
“Ah.” Cate nods. “I see. He’s extorting you, basically.”
“No, but he could extort me. I want to avoid the entire situation.”
She pauses, pushing out her lower lip. “Well what are you going to do?”
I sigh. “I don’t know, Cate. I’m going to try to talk to Dr. Montgomery, I guess.”
She wrinkles her nose. “That sucks.”
“Yeah.” I pull a face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t just call you to vent about my stupid stuff. What’s going on back home?”
“Mmm…” Cate looks thoughtful. “A lot. But also nothing. Harper has been mostly MIA wh
ile you’ve been gone. Luca is obsessed with traveling to New Zealand now…” She blushes. “We’ve decided to try to start a family.”
My eyebrows fly up. “So soon?”
She goes from pink to a flaming red. “We’ve been together for almost a year, Luna.”
Instantly, I feel embarrassment slide through my gut. “Of course. I’m sorry, that was a bad reaction. I’m happy for you guys.”
Even as I say it, I feel a strange mixture of happiness and resentment already growing in my heart.
She wrinkles her nose. “Really?”
“I am! I swear.” I force myself to smile. “It’s not like I’m infertile and angry about it, Cate.”
She looks away. “I know.”
“Cate.”
She looks at me.
“I’m really rooting for you, okay?”
A slow smile spreads across her face. “Yeah, all right.”
“Even though if I think about it, that means I’m cheering on my brother when he’s fucking you so…” I wrinkle my face. “That’s kinda gross.”
“Yeah, it kinda is.” She laughs. There is a knock at the door on her end. She crinkles her face. “That’s my sushi delivery. I should go.”
“Okay. I miss your face!”
She grins. “I miss yours more. I’ll see you soon, okay?”
“Byeeeeee.” I disconnect the call, a little crestfallen.
I put my phone away instead of reading emails or texts. Then I lean my head against the stone wall.
My feelings are so mixed. I really am happy for Cate. But part of me is jealous too… and I feel a little regret and anguish, just to top it all off.
“Luna!” Malkia shouts. “Where are you?”
I shoot to my feet, almost glad for the distraction. “Coming!”
Turning toward the top of the stairs, I start jogging.
26
Gabe
Around seven in the evening, I’m just pulling up in my rusted Toyota Corolla when the front door to the Attic spills open. I haven’t laid eyes on Luna since we got back… it’s been a few days of doing all the normal errands and chores.
