"You look so goddamn beautiful with my cock shoved in your throat. I'm so hard for you sweetheart, but I don't want to come in your mouth. Give me that sopping wet pussy and let me fill you up."
Loosening my hold on her hair I slipped my hands under her arms to help lift her to her feet. As soon as she was standing she wrapped her arms around my neck and jumped up, locking her legs around my waist.
"Give it to me Carson, I want to feel you inside me, stretching me."
That was all the permission I needed. My blood was on fire as my hands went to her ass, holding her to me while she reached a hand between us to line me up. She was so aroused from sucking me that I slid right in, to the hilt.
"Fuck that's good," I growled as her hot wet heat engulfed me.
I backed her into the corner, so her weight was partially supported by the wall, and then I drew back and slammed home again, drawing a deep groan from both of us.
Every time I pulled out she would whimper, and every time I filled her up she groaned. I loved every sound she made, the way her chest, throat, and face flushed pink when I fucked her, the way her eyes closed in ecstasy, but flew open to meet mine the minute she started to come. Watching her come undone was something I'd never get enough of as long as I lived.
Her eyes flew open to meet mine and I felt the first contraction around my shaft.
"Come on, that's right, let me feel you."
"Carson," she pleaded as she continued to pulse around me.
I picked it up a notch, spreading her legs as wide as I could to get deeper, hitting that spot inside that I knew would drive her over the edge.
"There it is," I coaxed her as she started to buck against me. "Let it out, baby. I'm right there with you."
She let go then, her eyes opening and meeting mine as she whimpered and breathed through clenched teeth in an effort to keep quiet. Her orgasm roared to the surface, coating me in her creamy fluid and pulling me with her as she went.
"Oh, fuck," I grunted, pouring myself into her.
As our breathing returned to normal and my brain began functioning again I nuzzled into her neck, still holding her close, and prayed that I'd have the rest of my lifetime to experience this connection with her. I didn't think even that would be enough.
Chapter 23
Lou
We woke early the next morning, before even Carly stirred, and headed down to the island restaurant for breakfast with Captain Scott, Andy, the first mate, and Jack. Carson was always raving about their omelets and I had to admit, they didn't disappoint.
Once we were done eating we made our way down to the dock. Andy started prepping the boat to leave while Scott climbed up to the bridge to start her up. I watched as Carson and Jack untied us while Andy pulled in the fenders and Scott guided us smoothly out of the harbor.
"It'll only take about 45 minutes to get to the pocket from here," Carson said. "When you used to fish with your dad I bet it took about four hours or so to get far enough offshore for fishing."
"You got that right, I remember having to wake up at five in the morning and not getting back until dark."
"We'll probably get back to the docks by 5 o'clock today, but don't worry, Mom can radio us if she needs to, and I know Carly will be fine."
"I know she will," I said confidently.
I'd seen Allison with Carly before and it was like they were best friends. Allison was doting and loving to Carly, and watching them together made me miss my own mother. I hoped that she'd be able to visit soon. She'd only met Carly once, and that had been between her birth and my job starting, so it had been a good six months already.
The boat throttled up and I sat down on one of the sofa like mezzanine seats while we ventured offshore.
"So today is going to be different than what you're probably used to," Carson said, sitting down beside me. "This boat is a lot bigger than the one you've been out on. These aluminum poles are called the outriggers. They lay out to the side of the boat and we run the fishing line up through these release clips and that pulls the lines out to the side so we can fish multiple rods at the same time.
"So we generally would have seven lines. The two that run the furthest up the outriggers are the longs. So, you'd have the right long and the left long, depending on what side of the boat it is. Then you have the right and left short which are pulled about half way up," he said, pointing to the outriggers. "And then you have the right and left flat lines. These are pulled from the corner rod holders and will also get pulled from a release clip mounted on the rub rail. The last line is the center rigger, also known as the shotgun, and Captain Scott will clip it in from the bridge.
"When we get a fish in the spread, which is basically the space between the lines, generally you'll hear Cap or Andy yell out the name of the rod that the fish is on. You can tell they've hit because the line will pop out of the clip when the fish uses its bill to swipe at the bait. Cap will yell to drop back, which is when the angler will put the reel in free spool, letting out the line, to stop the forward movement of the bait making it appear dead or stunned.
"You can imagine what a billfish might think if it struck a bait and it kept swimming away... So we drop back so the billfish will circle around to eat the bait and that's when we hope to get her hooked up. Then you'll see the rod tip bend down and the fish will start taking line and usually jumping out of the water as it fights to free itself."
Listening to Carson talk about fishing like it was second nature to him was sexy as hell. He was really animated and confident in his knowledge, and I loved the way his face lit up as he explained how the day would go.
"We'll reel in the other rods," he continued, "and get someone set up in the chair, if necessary, to start fighting the fish. If it's a really big one, Scott will probably back down on it, which means he puts the boat in reverse to make it easier to reel the slack line in, and to try to keep the fish from taking all the line out when it runs."
"What are those?" I asked, watching Andy spread out what looked like an umbrella that had no canvas with several baits and no hooks attached.
"That's the dredge. We pull that behind us in the water, maybe about 25 feet down, and it mimics a school of bait swimming, which attracts the billfish. We'll have another one on the other side of the boat, and then two squid chain teasers, which ride the surface in front of the right and left short baits."
"What's the likelihood that we'll catch something today?" I asked, getting excited.
"Well, with billfish it's hard to say. Some days are good, and some days are bad. We won't actually be killing them though, we just enjoy the fight and release them. Later this afternoon, though, we're going to fish for dolphin, not like flipper, but mahi-mahi. You've fished for those before if I remember correctly. Anyway, if we catch any of those, we'll bring them on the boat and most likely eat them for dinner."
"I'm so excited, it's really been too long since I've been out on the water. I hope Carly grows up being able to do things like this. Some of the best memories from my childhood are of Charlie and me fishing with our dad."
"You don't get to see your parents too often do you?" Carson asked, searching my face.
"Well, it was easier when I lived in Virginia because I didn't have Carly yet, and I nannied for two kids so I could take time off when I needed to. Now, with Carly, and limited time off from work, it's much harder to get out to Texas, and my parents don't have the money to travel that often. I'm hoping to get them to Savannah in the next couple of months though. I've been putting aside what I can to buy them plane tickets. Charlie even said she'd put in some money too, and then come to Savannah while they're in town."
"I hope it works out for you," Carson said, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. "I really would like to meet them."
"I'm sure they'd love to meet you too," I said, smiling as I leaned into him. The idea that Carson wanted to meet my parents wasn't overwhelming at all. It felt right to me, and I was excited about the possibility. I felt completely at
ease with his family, and I wanted him to feel the same with mine.
We focused on the horizon as we continued to head offshore, watching the islands disappear until there was nothing but blue water for miles. It was a beautifully sunny day, with calm seas and a warm breeze. Soon I felt myself getting a little sleepy, so I rested my head on Carson's shoulder and closed my eyes.
**
"Wake up sleepy head," Carson whispered to me. "We're here."
I raised my head and sat up just as Scott slowed the boat.
Andy stood up from his seat and he and Carson started moving around baiting lines and dropping the outriggers out to the side.
"What do you think Scott?" Jack asked, shielding his eyes from the sun and looking up to the bridge where Scott was overseeing the activity below.
"Looks like the wind is perfect right here on the ledge. I think the pocket's going to be hot today."
"Sounds good! Come on fish!" Jack said, rubbing his hands together back and forth. I laughed and Jack looked over at me. "What? You've never heard anyone talk to fish before?"
"No, sir. I can't say I have," I said with a big smile.
"You know Lou, I don't think I've told you about the time I caught the big one," he said, coming to sit next to me on the mezzanine.
I raised an eyebrow at him, my smile widening. "I'm listening."
"See, we were in a tournament a couple years back and we had this monstrous fish on. I mean huge. The biggest blue marlin you've ever seen. I swear I fought that fish for hours.
"We finally got it up to the boat, and Andy grabbed the flying gaff to bring it aboard; you only boat the ones that might be a tournament winner. The damn thing was a beast. I knew we were going to come in first place with that behemoth.
"We were all high fiving, I could barely move my arms after fighting that fish. I cracked open a beer and sat back to relax while we raced back to the marina. I was so proud of my team, I just couldn't believe it.
"We got back to the dock and took the fish over to the scale. That old thing was so damn rusty and old that the weight of the fish broke it in two."
He sighed wistfully.
"So did you win?" I asked, intrigued.
"Well you see, tournament rules state that you have to radio in to the committee if you plan to boat a fish. In the heat of the moment every single person on the boat that day forgot about calling it in. Can you believe it? After all that we were disqualified."
"Wow, what a letdown," I said while Jack sat there shaking his head back and forth as if he still couldn't believe what had happened.
"What do they do with the fish that are caught at the tournaments?" I asked, curious.
"Well there are very few fish boated during tournaments. Most of them are documented per tournament rules and released. There are size requirements for boating a fish, but even then most of the sport fishing world knows what the difference is between a monster fish and an average sized fish and wouldn't bring a fish aboard without being positive of its contention for a win.
"Fish that are boated and weighed are usually given to the locals for meat. Blue marlin have been a threatened species for a while because of commercial fishing, which often catches marlin in their lines. It's for that reason that sport fisherman very rarely boat them, and we're always trying to improve. That's part of the rationale for why we've started using the circle hooks. They highly increase the odds of releasing a healthy fish."
"What are you two carrying on about?" Carson asked, coming over to the mezzanine.
I smiled at him. "Your dad was just telling me all about how he almost won a tournament with a monster fish."
"Dad, really? That story again?" Carson said, shaking his head.
"I'll never get tired of telling it, son," Jack said, and then clapped his hands together. "Now, let's get this show on the road."
Chapter 24
Lou
After trolling for a couple hours with no luck, I slipped inside the salon to make lunch for the guys. I was in the galley, in the middle of piling turkey and ham onto five sandwiches, when I heard the guys yelling.
"LEFT LONG!! THERE SHE IS!! DROP IT BACK!! DROP IT BACK!!"
I watched through the salon widow and someone yelled 'FISH ON!!' While the crew frantically cleared the lines and the boat slammed to a halt and was then shoved into reverse.
I grabbed the knife I was using to spread the mayonnaise and mustard and speedily sliced all the sandwiches, while bracing myself against the counter, not wanting to miss anything.
The salon door slid open and Carson called for me. I looked up to see a huge smile on his face. "Come fight this fish baby."
My adrenaline spiked as I abandoned my post in the galley and raced to the fighting chair. I had been waiting years to catch another fish, and it was finally my chance.
"Here, sit in the chair and I'll clip you in the bucket harness," Jack said with excitement as he placed the harness in the chair.
I noticed Andy with his legs braced against the bulkhead, holding the rod with the fish on, his forearms straining with the weight of it.
Once I was settled in the fighting chair Andy moved over and placed the rod in the chairs gimbal and Jack clipped the reel in.
"Okay! Brace with your feet here," Andy said, pointing at the foot rest. "The fish is still running, so let it take as much line as it wants. When it stops taking line, reel it in as fast as you can. I'll be here to adjust the drag if you need more leverage. Now go!" he instructed.
I guided the line on the reel with my left hand, waiting until I heard the clicker quiet before using my other hand to crank with all my strength.
Scott backed down on the fish and I reeled it in as quickly as I could. Every time he gunned the throttle black smoked poured out from the exhaust and water poured over the stern of the boat, filling our lungs and soaking all of us with salty spray. This went on for a good thirty minutes before I was completely drenched and my arm felt like a limp noodle.
"You're doing great baby, you've totally got this! Come on, Lou!" Carson yelled in encouragement.
I thought my arm was going to detach from my body if I didn't get that fish to the boat quickly. "I'd help you if I could baby, but it's one pass per fish, and Andy already passed the rod to you. You've gotta finish it, but you can do it. You've got this!"
With my adrenaline spiked and renewed determination I cranked the reel as often and as quickly as I could. At some point I got into a zone and I couldn't even feel my arms any more. I just did what I had to do to get the fish to the boat.
After what seemed like hours Andy finally yelled for me to stop, the fish was at the boat. He reached over the side and touched the leader.
"Get out your camera and snap some pictures, I'm going to release her," Andy called and Carson dove into action, pulling his phone from his pocket.
Once the fish had been released, Carson showed me the pictures. "Look babe, it was a small blue marlin. Probably about a hundred and fifty pounds. I'm so proud of you! You did an amazing job. How did it feel to get back out there?"
"It was awesome, but now I'm exhausted!"
Carson laughed as Jack brought me a sandwich. "Here's your lunch, the rest of us already ate."
I could hardly hold the plate because my arms were so weak so Carson picked up a half and held it up for me so I could take a bite.
"So Jack," I asked around my bite of turkey. "My fish was called small at 150 pounds, and I think it broke my arm. About how big was yours, do you think?"
He smirked at me and scratched the back of his head. "I'm pretty sure my fish would have broken you and not just your arm. That fish had to be about six hundred pounds, wouldn't you say Carson?"
"Sounds about right to me," Carson replied, smiling before turning his green gaze on me. "Okay Lou, let's get you out of this chair. We're going to pull the lines, switch out the rods, and go work the ledge. Hopefully we'll bring home some dolphin for dinner."
Carson helped me up and led me over to the c
ushion. Scott, Andy, and Jack worked on switching out the lines while Carson fed me the rest of my lunch.
It was playful and intimate, him feeding me, but I was in heaven. I was in the Bahamas, fishing again for the first time in years, and it was all thanks to this beautiful man, with his incredibly large and giving heart. I wanted to crawl into his lap and let him devour me.
"Thank you for bringing me here, Carson," I said, trying to convey my feelings for him through my eyes.
His smile dropped and his pupils dilated as he looked from my eyes to my lips. He leaned toward me and whispered. "I'd give you the world if you'd let me, Lou, but if you don't stop looking at me like that, we're going to have a problem."
He gestured to his shorts, which were tenting in the front and I started to laugh.
"God, I love your laugh," he said, breaking into a wide smile. "I could listen to it for the rest of my life and would never get tired of hearing it."
Goosebumps rose on my skin at the thought of spending the rest of my life with Carson. I stared at him wide-eyed as I let the idea sink into me. It felt incredibly right, almost as if it were always meant to be.
He cocked his head at me as if he knew what I was thinking, and then stood up and held his hand out for me with a smile.
"Come on, woman. Let's fish," he said, pulling me to my feet and giving me a smack on the butt.
**
Dolphin fishing was everything I remembered from my childhood. With my polarized sunglasses I could practically see them clear as day under the weed line and kept lookout for Scott since my arms were useless.
"Over there!" I yelled, pointing. "Starboard side!"
Scott steered toward the birds that were diving on the jumping bait fish. I could see the dolphin under the water, their yellow and green flesh flickering brightly in the dark blue of the water.
"Right short!" Andy yelled, followed shortly by "Fish on!"
Jack worked to pull in the dredges and the teasers while Carson grabbed another line and tossed it in the water, hoping to attract another dolphin from the school.
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