“Oh, I hadn’t noticed. But you’re right, it does make it tidier.”
“Zara, we have no way to get off the boat. Not unless we swim of course.”
I began to laugh. “So what you’re telling me is that we have nothing to eat for dinner?”
“Oh, no, we’re safe on that. We simply can’t go gather oysters or clams. Guess we’ll just have to find other things to occupy our time on board, eh?”
“Pervert. You planned this, didn’t you? To get me off by yourself and have your way with me,” I teased. “You’re incorrigible, Amadeus Tudor.”
“No,” he replied wrapping his arm around my waist. “I’m just a horny man who wants to spend some private time with my wife. We don’t have that much these days, Zara, and I miss it.”
“So do I, A. I’m just teasing you.”
“Well, I’m not and no, I didn’t mean for us not to have a way off the boat.”
“I’m sure we’ll be fine.”
Skillfully, he sailed the Tudor Queen across the sound until he found a small remote island we had been to before. Bringing her around to the backside, he maneuvered the sailboat until he was satisfied he could drop the anchor in the private cove. It was low tide, and as he got her into position, we traded places. He threw the anchor, and satisfied with the depth of water, he tied it off.
He quickly secured both sails for the night as I sat and watched his muscular body bend and move. I forced myself to look away before he caught me lusting after him.
The beautiful, sunny afternoon sky we had been enjoying had turned rather precarious. While it didn’t appear a bad storm was headed in, it did look as though we might get some late afternoon showers.
“Don’t worry,” Amadeus remarked, noting the look of apprehension on my face as I looked around at the sky. “There’s no storms in the forecast. Just the usual summertime showers.”
“I hope they hold off for a while. I love sitting out here, and it’s hot down below.”
Just then the sky opened up. Rain began pour down on us. Laughing, we both scurried down into the cabin. Amadeus shut the cabin door above us to keep everything dry.
“If it doesn’t let up, I’ll go back up and put the tarp over the boom, and we can at least sit outside under it. For now, I’ll open these top hatches just enough to let some air in.” He walked around me in the cramped quarters to open a hatch in the forward cabin before coming back and opening the one in the main living quarters.
“That will help,” I replied. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. I thought we’d be eating lunch back at the house, but that was before you kidnapped me.”
“Yes, I’m hungry, too. Hungry for you, Zara.”
Without another word he entwined his arms around my body, walking me backwards before he flung me on the bed. Shoving my tank top up over my head he climbed between my legs. His mouth found a nipple, tugging, sucking, biting, pulling at first one, then the other. I caught my body as it arched up toward him, wanting him all over me, inside me.
His lips moved slowly up along my shoulders and neck until our lips collided as we urgently kissed. I wrapped my legs around his waist and sighed in pleasure but begging for more. My hands couldn’t stay still as I touched him everywhere, his shoulders, his back, his ass. I ground myself against his hips and throbbing erection before he broke off the kiss.
He cupped a breast and once again began to knead it before lowering his lips to the nipple. He lapped around the stiffened peak before nipping at it. I groaned in ecstasy and felt moisture flood my shorts.
“Oh God, Amadeus, I just came,” I whispered. “Do it again.” I felt his hand on my ass, the sensation of his erection against me causing me to moan out loud. He laughed into the crook of my neck.
Moving my hands down his body, I began pulling his shorts down. I felt his larger hands stop me. Instead he pulled mine off in one swift tug, throwing them off to one side. He glanced down at me through lust filled eyes as he removed his own shorts and t-shirt. He lowered himself back down between my legs. As he did, I arched myself up against his erection.
“I need you, Zara,” he groaned as he pressed into me, penetrating me on one long stroke. His hands covered my ass as he pushed into me as far as he could until our flesh met as one. He began to slowly thrust in and out of me as I met his every stroke until we were bucking together in a mating frenzy.
“I love you, Amadeus,” I cried out, wrapping my legs around him harder, meeting him thrust for thrust, needing to feel every inch of his body inside me. Not wanting it to end.
“Zara, I love you.” He stared down at me, the reality of our inevitable physical connection ramping up, making us both breathless. “Oh fuck, baby, yes.” He shut his eyes, thrust hard into me, and his body shuddered and came just as my own orgasm exploded. My body clenched and pulsed in ecstasy. We moved together for a few minutes longer. When it stopped, I tightened my legs around him one last time before his body left mine.
We lay there afterwards, basking in the glow of sex and each other. He held on to me, his hand rubbing my upper arm as we silently listened to the rain as it pelted off the roof above us.
“To hell with all the naughty things I had planned,” he finally said. “That was incredible, woman.”
“Hmmm, it was, wasn’t it? But I still want you to do your worst, baby. You know how I love to have you tease me with your tongue.”
“Umm hmmm, in a while. Right now you need to feed me, or I won’t have the energy to do any of it.” He began to rise, gently breaking our embrace. Looking down at me he said, “Zara, I love you, more than anything.”
“And I love you. Always, Amadeus.”
“Now get your ass up, wench, and feed me!” he teased slapping his hand on my hip.
I stood up and made my way the few steps out into the main cabin and galley. Peering into the ice chest, I found a plastic container with cheese and some meats. “Will a snack tide you over for a while?”
“That’s fine,” he replied standing in all his male nakedness before me. “That’ll give us time to see if the rain stops. If it does, I’d like to try to fish and see if I can catch anything. If not, we’ll rig up the awning and fire up the grill.”
“Yes, I noticed the steaks.”
“Always be prepared when sailing in these waters,” he teased, flicking a sensual grin my way.
“Yes, I see how prepared you were. Sneaky, weren’t you?”
“You didn’t seem to mind a few minutes ago, did you?” He showed me a bottle of wine. I nodded my head, and he began to uncork the Cabernet. He grabbed two plastic cups and headed back to the bed. “It’s more comfortable in here.”
Taking a small plate with some cheese and prosciutto, I joined him. “Seems you just happened to make sure my favorite meat and cheese was on board, too.”
“Funny how that works.” He laughed and handed me a cup of wine. We sat in a comfortable silence, enjoying our snack and wine, listening to the rain.
Having had enough, I finished off my wine and placed the cup and plate to one side. I lay back down on the mattress, watching Amadeus. “Thank you for doing this. You’re right; we need to make time for ourselves more often.”
“You’re welcome, and we will do this more often. I surely don’t want us to become some boring old married couple who no longer have sex or enjoy intimate acts.”
“Somehow, Amadeus, I don’t see that ever happening to us.”
A low throaty laugh escaped him. “Neither do I, Zara. After all these years, all I have to do is touch you or stand next to you, and you give me a hard on.”
“Pervert.”
“You certainly like that word today. Do you want me to show you just how much of a pervert I can be?”
“In a little while. Right now I’d just like to talk one on one with you. No kids to interrupt us.”
“Hmmm, you do have a point there. Our lives have certainly changed over the past year.”
“Yes they have. Not one, but two kid
s. Great kids, too, I might add.”
“Yes, they are. Tell me something, Zara, would you like more? I know at one point we discussed having three or four of our own. Have you changed your mind?”
“No, I’m still open. For now, though, let’s just enjoy the two we have. Get to know Logan better and enjoy Elizabeth’s baby years before we make that decision.”
Hearing nothing, I glanced over and saw his eyes closed. By the sound of his breathing, he had fallen asleep. I took the cup of wine he still held and finished it off, watching him.
****
The next morning, the weather was still gloomy gray but with patches of sun trying to peek through. Amadeus and I had little sleep the night before, but neither of us complained. He had gotten up before me and made coffee before starting breakfast. The smell of bacon and eggs frying woke me up smiling. I got out of bed and sat in the booth across from him, the both of us naked. Well, he had shorts on as he’d been up top to check everything out. I pulled them down and off before I slid in my seat.
“Are you looking forward to our trip to New York, Zara?” he asked me in between mouthfuls of bacon.
“Yes, I am. I can’t wait for Logan to meet your mother and Peter.”
“Yeah, from what Peter says, poor Logan’s going to have more clothes and electronic stuff than he’ll know what to do with.”
“Let her spoil him. He’ll eat it up, I’m sure.”
“You’re not mad at her? You’ve gotten over it?”
“Yes. I’m still not real happy about it when I do think about it, but its water under the bridge, Amadeus. She was simply concerned about me and didn’t trust Julia’s motives.”
“It’s in the past, Zara. Leave it alone. Let’s move on.”
“Yep. Damien has his photo shoot. You guys have your recording session, and best of all, we all get to stay out in the Hamptons. Pretty sweet if you don’t mind me saying so.”
“Yep. Well I guess we need to be heading back home. I told Damien we’d be back around noon. I think one of the girls has something planned in Seattle late this afternoon.”
“Okay, let me throw on my clothes, and we’ll clean up this mess. Then I’ll help you get us underway.”
We quickly washed and dried all the dishes and pans in the galley, storing everything securely. Moving topside, Amadeus cranked up the engine and let it idle. I stood at the helm while he pulled up the anchor. Walking back, he took the wheel and began to navigate us out of the cove. I noticed no other vessels anywhere close to us.
Slowly I placed my hand over his cock. I could feel it enlarging at my mere touch. He pretended not to notice what I was doing as he steered the boat out into open water at a leisurely pace. Lowering myself to my knees, I pulled his shorts down over his hips. Gently gliding my hands over his cock, I spotted pre-cum glistening from the tip. I lowered my mouth over it and flicked it away with my tongue. I heard him suck in a breath. I ran my tongue along the edge of the tip and slowly began to engulf his cock with my mouth. I sucked and nipped before he began to rock in a familiar motion. I met his rhythm with my mouth. As the act became more intense, I felt one of his hands wrap around the back of my head as though guiding me through his needs. I began to feel his body shudder as both hands held my head. The salty thick come sprayed the back of my throat as I heard him moan. “Oh God, Zara.” I stayed in my place as I sucked every drop from him and licked his erection clean. I was horny and needed to come bad. I slowly stood beside him and we kissed passionately.
He bent down and put his shorts back on, eyeing me lustfully. “Pervert, huh. Who’s the pervert now?” he kidded, wrapping one arm around my waist.
I giggled and leaned up to kiss his cheek.
“Do you think you can take the wheel, baby?” I nodded and placed my hands on the wheel as I felt two of his fingers lightly brush against my hardened clit. He ran his fingers back, inserting them into my soaking wet entrance. Finding the one place he knew would make me come hard, he touched me there once. I became unhinged, and my body trembled as an orgasm took me over the edge. I heard him chuckle as he removed his soaking wet digits and pinched my throbbing clit causing me to convulse in a white hot orgasm. I felt him kiss the top of my head as he guided me to a seat, taking the wheel. Before he did we shared one last kiss. “Did you like that, baby?”
I nodded, unable to speak. My shorts were soaking wet in the crotch. Yep, we still couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We were still like two horny kids sometimes. And I wouldn’t give that up for anything. Neither would he.
Finally, he raised the sails, and we made our way back across the sound to our home. The wind was even better than the day before for sailing. Amadeus opened the Tudor Queen up and let her stretch herself to her limits.
Chapter Twelve
August and summer is waning down into September. The Labor Day weekend is truly the last weekend of summer in this part of the country. Schools officially begin the day after Labor Day, on Tuesday. Logan is set to begin his year in junior high, middle school, whatever the buzz word for this particular set of school years. Elizabeth will be attending a day care and pre-school a couple of days a week. At her age it’s more the day care end. Amadeus and I decided enrolling her would be good for her and us. For her to interact with children of her own age group and for us, well…
When Amadeus is home it’s an entirely different story. The time alone gives us some much needed ‘us’ time. Out on tour it allows me time to catch up either on housework or whatever project I am ensuing. It seems our life is settling into a satisfying pattern.
Our last fling for the summer is a trip to Manhattan. Damien has an overdue photo shoot for his layout for GQ magazine. His piece moved from a September release to October. The photos I shot on the sailboat and those of the three are already in Christina and Jack’s professional hands.
Amadeus and his brothers are also going to finish up recording while in town. They had started it in Seattle, but Amadeus wanted the product finished in New York, stating he preferred the equipment and sound better.
Everyone was going to converge on Grace and Peter. They had rented a huge house on the beach in the Hamptons. They had yet to meet Logan and this would be a perfect getaway for it to happen.
I arranged Damien’s photo shoot for the morning after we arrived. Damien was insistent I oversee this final phase. He still felt vulnerable and was afraid of somehow being used. I agreed, silently knowing he would have been fine. But if it made him feel better…
Amadeus and I had spent the night with the kids in my now way too small Manhattan apartment, which we had kept over the years for our sporadic trips to the Big Apple. Damien spent the night at a hotel, while his daughters went on to Long Island with Angus and his crew. Once Damien was finished, we would all take the car service out to the Hamptons for our last summer vacation.
As the limo pulled up in front of the contemporary stucco and glass mansion, Amadeus turned to me. “Nervous?”
“No, why should I be?”
“Umm, no reason. Logan, you nervous about meeting your grandmother?
“No,” he mimicked, “should I be?” He was his father’s child. Not only in looks but mannerisms and now the cocky attitude. Perhaps his attitude might be just that of a smart mouthed teenager.
We all piled out of the limo, Amadeus holding Elizabeth, who was just now waking up from her long nap. Damien was the last to emerge, looking around for his daughters as he did. Grace, as expected, came bounding out of the front door to greet us. I smiled, wondering how long she had been pacing the floor and looking out the windows for us.
“I was beginning to wonder about you all,” she exclaimed, kissing everyone on the cheek as she went from one of us to the next. She came to Logan and stopped. “And this must be Logan. Hello, Logan, I’m your father’s mother, Grace Tudor. You may call me Grace if it’s easier for you.”
Logan let the older woman hug him and plant a kiss on his cheek. He stood looking at her, then at Amadeus f
or a moment. “Can we go to the beach?”
“Sure you can, in a bit. I bet you’d like some lunch first, wouldn’t you?” Amadeus inquired.
“Of course, how rude of me. Come on in. I have lunch on the patio for everyone. Peter should be out there still.”
As Logan scampered inside, we followed. Grace approached me and hugged me in silence. “He’s certainly Amadeus’s boy, isn’t he?”
“No mistaking that, Grace. More than you know,” I replied.
She tried to take Elizabeth from Amadeus, but the baby would have nothing to do with her yet. Instead she put her arms out to me whining her confusion. “Amadeus said she’s walking now.”
“Yes, when she’s not being lazy about it. She’s still a bit unsure of herself. She gets mad when she falls down.”
We followed Grace inside the house. Damien had already beat a path to find his girls. They were his life now and he tried to spend as much time as possible with them, knowing they wouldn’t be at home for many more years.
We all stepped outside onto the patio to find Logan and Peter deep in conversation. Neither Amadeus nor I had ever mentioned exactly who Peter was other than someone his mother was married to. And we had forgotten to tell him one other key piece of information.
“You never told me your dad was Peter McNichol,” Logan exclaimed in wide-eyed wonder. “But why is your last name different?”
“Peter is my step-dad, I guess you could say,” Amadeus chuckled. I don’t think that thought had entered his mind until this very moment.
“Then where’s your dad?”
“He died unexpectedly a few years ago, Logan,” Grace informed him. “Your dad and Zara sort of introduced me to Peter.”
“And the rest is history, right?” He laughed.
We all laughed in relief. I silently kicked myself for not making sure Logan had been told the facts ahead of time. But in his usual down to earth fashion, Peter had guided Logan right through it.
Elizabeth, tired of Logan getting all the attention, began to fuss and babble her discontentment. Grace put her hands out to her and Elizabeth went to her. “Why don’t I go change her? You all help yourselves. Amadeus, you might want to explain how we eat around here in case Peter hasn’t done so already.”
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