By the time Mac made it to the door of the dining room, the redhead had disappeared. He glanced to his left and then to his right, trying to guess her more likely route. The woman at the photo checkout cleared her throat discreetly and he looked in her direction. She nodded meaningfully to her right and smiled.
He grinned at her wholeheartedly. “Thanks!” he proffered as he hurried off in the direction the clerk had indicated. Mac made his way through the door that opened onto the deck and he saw her leaning against the railing, looking out over the dark water. Her skirt ruffled lightly in the breeze and the full moon overhead gave her hair a fire-like glow.
Ignoring the slight case of nerves he felt, he approached the railing, stopping by her left elbow. “Hey, you,” he said casually.
She startled slightly, whipping her head to her left, eyes wide.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I just saw you standing here and I thought I’d say hello.” He held his hands in front of himself in surrender, pasting on what he hoped was a charming smile.
The redhead continued to stare at him wordlessly. “I don’t mean to bother you. I can go if you’d like.”
She shook her head. “No, I don’t want you to go. I was just surprised, that’s all.”
Mac smiled gratefully. “Well, it’s a beautiful night. And dinner was fantastic. I don’t know about you, but I had the lobster and it was amazing.”
She smiled back. “I had the mahi and it was delicious.”
They stood awkwardly for a moment. “Listen, would you like to get a drink or something?” Mac offered.
She looked out at the water, then back at him, nodding. “I’d like that a lot.”
His grin was genuine. “Good. Great. Let’s go find a drink.”
***
The pair parked themselves at a tiny table at the edge of the piano bar, the first place they’d come to in their search for a cocktail. Katie watched him as he approached the bar and ordered for them. She couldn’t get over how handsome he was, how he’d come outside looking for her. This was exactly what she needed to take her mind off of her man problems back home.
She smiled up at him as he returned to their table carrying a margarita for her and a Scotch for himself. “Cheers,” he said, raising his glass to hers.
“Cheers,” she murmured in return, and she sipped gratefully, counting on the liquid courage her glass offered.
“You know, we’ve gone about this all backwards.” He rested his drink on the table and offered his right hand. “My name is—“
“No! No names,” Katie quickly interrupted.
Mac blinked in surprise. “No names. Why no names?”
“Just...because,” she stammered. “No names, no personal information, we’ll just...keep it casual.”
“Keep it casual.” Mac frowned. “Okay.” He gave her a curious look. “Do you want me to leave?”
She shook her head, red curls swinging. “No, I’d like you to stay.”
He gave a relieved smile. “Good, because I’d like to stay. So...no personal information. Do you want to talk about work?”
“Oh, hell no!”
“Um, how about that weather? That’s some pretty great weather out there tonight.”
Katie laughed lightly. “I don’t mean to be a pain.”
Mac smiled back. “You’re not a pain, exactly. I just have to figure out the rules. And you’re here with three other women?”
“You could see that in the dining room. Where you were staring,” Katie observed.
“You know that because you were staring back,” he countered.
“And you’re here with two other men.”
Mac nodded. “My brothers. Oops! Was that personal?”
“Now you’re making fun.”
He smiled ruefully. “Maybe just a little bit. This is kind of a bachelor party. My kid brother is getting married.”
“A bachelor party?” Katie laughed lightly. “Shouldn’t you be getting back to the debauchery?”
Mac laughed. “Not much debauchery with those two. My older brother’s been married for years and Tommy’s head over heels for his fiancée.” He glanced up at Katie. “Oops! More personal information.”
Katie sighed and sipped her drink. “My friends and I get together for a week every summer. We’ve known each other since high school.”
“There now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Katie nodded firmly. “We’re even, that’s all.” She rested her forearm on the table and toyed with her glass. Mac did the same, and as he did, his arm brushed against hers. She made no effort to move away from him. He intentionally rested his arm against hers, noting the electric charge he felt, wondering if she felt it, too.
Glancing up, he saw that she was watching him intently. “So...you don’t want any personal information. You don’t want to talk about work. You don’t want me to leave.”
Katie shook her head.
“Okay, well we’ve got that settled. What do you want?” He watched her expectantly.
She stared at her glass as she swirled the remainder of her margarita. Her buzz from the dinner wine combined with the icy cocktail made her feel bold. She looked back up at Mac.
“Do you really want to know what I want? I want just one night. Just one night of anonymous, no-holds-barred, red-hot, no-strings-attached sex. That’s what I want.” She fixed him with a challenging stare.
“Whoa,” he breathed, eyes wide.
Katie looked down at her glass again. “Too blunt?”
Mac leaned back in his chair, lips forming an O. “That was blunt, all right, but I can respect that. I’ve gotta ask, though.” He sought out her eyes. “Is there some guy at home waiting for you to come back?”
Katie shook her head. “I’m not cheating on anybody. You?”
He shook his head, too, and laughed humorlessly. “What was it you said earlier? Oh, hell no.”
She lightly stroked his arm as it rested on the table, delighting in the goose bumps that appeared there. Her gaze traveled from there to his lap, which seemed to be taking an interest in the proceedings if the growing mound there was any indication. She shifted her focus, sliding her gaze up his torso to those lips she’d noticed earlier. God, I just want to suck on that lower lip.
She met his eyes again, saw the fire there, and knew it matched her own. “So what do you say?”
“I say, have another margarita. I just need to run to the little shop and pick up some... Well, I didn’t actually expect that I’d need...” He smiled apologetically.
Her voice was soft. “I’ll wait right here.”
He took her hand and gently brushed his lips across her knuckles, gave her a wink, and left the bar.
***
Holy shit! Am I really doing this? There was an argument brewing in Mac’s mind. Didn’t I learn anything from the whole Erin episode?
He shook his head. This girl is different.
His rational self crossed his arms. Precisely. This girl. You don’t even know her name.
I knew Erin’s name. Fat lot of good it did me. Romantic Mac was adamant. I won’t let a bad experience sour me to love. There’s someone out there for me. And this redhead might just be the one.
He made the necessary purchase and hurried back to the piano bar. There she was, still at their table, sipping her margarita. He realized that part of him thought she might be gone when he returned. As he approached the table he recognized the song the pianist was playing: Peaceful Easy Feeling. Katie looked up at him and smiled knowingly, singing along with the performer. Mac grinned and hooked a finger, beckoning her away from the table.
“All set?” she asked, taking his elbow as they left the bar.
“All set. Did you want to go to your cabin?”
“Definitely not. I’m sharing with Jayma.”
“Oops! More personal information.” Mac chuckled lightly.
“Do you have a roommate? I didn’t even think of that,” Katie worried.
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�No. I have a nice big stateroom all to myself.”
Katie smiled contentedly. “Perfect.”
“There’s something I want to do first,” Mac said, and he led them back out onto the deck to the railing where they’d chatted after dinner.
The full moon was even brighter than it had been earlier, washing the deck with silvery light. They approached the railing and looked out over the water. Katie turned to him expectantly.
“I wanted our first kiss to be here,” he explained.
“Oh. I see.”
Facing her, Mac placed his hand on the small of her back, pulling her closer. He gazed down into her eyes, lightly tracing along her jawline with his fingers. “What color are your eyes?” he wondered.
Katie smiled sheepishly. “They’re hazel, but they change depending on the light and my mood.”
“Right now they’re the most amazing gold,” he murmured. “You’re so pretty.”
She frowned and shook her head. “You don’t have to... I mean, this is going to happen. You don’t have to flatter me or anything.”
Not breaking his gaze, he removed an errant strand of hair that had blown across her face, tucking it behind her ear. “One bit of personal information you need to know about me before we move any further. I always tell the truth. Always.”
Mac leaned down, eyes on hers, and gently touched her lips with his. Katie responded, leaning up on her toes to meet his kiss. The heat was instant and he pulled her closer as she opened her mouth, welcoming him in, welcoming his invading tongue, lashing it with her own. There was a light moan and neither was sure from whom it had come.
They were both breathless when they finally pulled apart. “Wow,” Mac breathed.
“How about a picture?” They turned to see a cruise photographer grinning at them.
“Oh, I don’t think—“ Katie began.
“Absolutely,” Mac grinned, pulling Katie to his side, his arm around her waist.
They both smiled as the man snapped their photo. “You can find it in the photo kiosk tomorrow. Have a great evening!”
Mac and Katie made their way to the appropriate elevator, stepping in as the doors slid open. Finding themselves alone in the car, he pulled her to himself and kissed her again, this time with bruising intensity. She balanced herself with her hands on his broad shoulders as he wound her hair around his fist. The bell sounded and the car came to a stop on the floor above. They managed to separate themselves just as the doors parted.
A pair of elderly couples crowded in. Mac drew Katie to stand in front of him, wrapping one arm around her middle and firmly planting the palm of his other hand on her ass.
“Are you going to the midnight buffet?” asked a kindly blue-haired lady.
“We might make it there later,” Mac replied, as Katie casually reached behind her back to stroke his erect cock through the front of his pants.
Having bid a good evening to their lift companions, they stepped out onto the Empress Deck and wordlessly made their way down the passageway, Mac gently clasping Katie’s hand. She watched as he unlocked the door and let them into his stateroom.
Katie crossed immediately to the glass wall overlooking the veranda and glanced around the plush cabin. The king-sized bed had been turned down and luxurious, foil-wrapped chocolates graced the large pillows. The only light was from a small lamp on a bedside table. “This is nice. Much nicer than mine, truth be told.”
Mac shrugged. “My brother... I wouldn’t have booked a room this fancy.” He crossed to her and lightly caressed her back. “Would you like some wine or something?”
She turned to face him and leaned up on her toes, trailing tiny kisses along his square jawline. “Wine would be great.”
He leaned down and kissed her bare shoulder, hooking a finger in the spaghetti strap of her dress and sliding it down. Katie fixed him with a smoldering look as she shrugged her right shoulder, causing the other strap to fall. Her dress slid down, catching briefly on her erect nipples before falling to her waist.
“Holy...” Mac stared at her perfect round breasts, erect pink nubs just begging to be toyed with. Unable to resist, he slid his hands up her sides to cup her mounds, hefting their weight, pausing to gently tug their sharp points. He squeezed gently as he kissed her again.
Reluctantly, he pulled away, clearing his throat. “I’ll just order that wine now.”
Mac sank onto the edge of the bed and picked up the phone, dialing room service. “Yes, this is Stateroom...”
As he began speaking into the phone, Katie knelt between his feet and began to unfasten his belt. He looked down in surprise and was met with a wicked grin. “Uh, yes, we’d like to order a bottle of wine...”
He gasped quietly as she took him in her mouth. It was all he could do to complete the order and hang up the phone. When he did, she began sucking him in earnest, taking in the whole of his large cock, mercilessly working him with her tongue from his balls all the way to his tip and back again. She applied just the right amount of pressure, using her tongue to flick at his most responsive spots.
Mac could feel his release building and placed a hand on her head intending to warn her, but she looked up at him with a saucy arch of the eyebrow and continued her ministrations with renewed vigor. “Oh, God!” he cried out, his hot essence shooting in streams down her throat.
While his shuddering subsided, Katie licked him clean before rising to her feet, a smug look on her face. Mac flopped back on the bed. “I’m a dead man.”
A knock at the door startled them both. “Room Service!”
Mac jumped up and attempted to put himself back together. At the same time, with a little wiggle Katie freed her dress from where it was snagged around her waist and it floated down the rest of her body, pooling around her feet, leaving her standing in just a pair of black lace panties.
“Holy shit,” he murmured, moving past her to the door, which he cracked open.
“Good evening, sir,” the attendant said. “May I set up the wine for you?”
Mac glanced back at Katie standing virtually naked in the center of the room. His own pants were still undone. “Um, no, thanks, I’ll take it from here.”
The attendant smiled knowingly. “Very good, sir.”
Closing the door, Mac carried the wine in its bucket of ice and the two glasses to the desk near the bed. He paused to kiss Katie gently, tasting himself on her lips. “You are a naughty girl,” he murmured.
“Is that a complaint?”
“No! Simply an observation.” He poured two glasses of wine and offered her one. He touched his glass to hers. “To being naughty.”
Katie laughed lightly as she sipped. Mac watched her thoughtfully for a moment. “I don’t even know what to call you.”
She smirked, amusement sparkling in her hazel eyes. “‘Hey, you’ works just fine for me.”
He chuckled and nodded. “‘Hey, you’ it is.”
They enjoyed their wine in silence for a while. Eventually, Mac put down his glass and took Katie’s, placing it on the desk before wrapping her in his arms. “You made me feel amazing. Now I think it’s your turn. What’s your pleasure, Hey, you?”
Her eyes darkened. “I want you to fuck me.” She reached to undo the buttons of his shirt, pressing her bare breasts against the bare flesh of his chest.
Mac shrugged off the white dress shirt and shimmied out of his pants, pulling Katie to himself, lifting her, wrapping her legs around his waist and carrying her to the bed where he fell on top of her. He ground his erection against her sex, still clad in black lace. Their kiss was desperate, frantic. Mac slipped his hand down the front of the lace panties to her mound there and found it drenched. He pulled aside the gusset, the better to slide himself into her warm wet space.
“No, not like this,” Katie breathed.
Concerned, Mac pulled back. “What’s wrong?”
She pushed him up and knelt on the bed. “Like this,” she said, turning around to face the veranda on her hands and
knees, back arched provocatively.
A low, appreciative growl rumbled through Mac. “I like the way you think.” He watched their reflection in the glass separating the stateroom from the veranda, Katie with her firm, round ass pointed in his direction, her heavy breasts swaying loosely, her eyes meeting his. Mac used both hands to caress her backside appreciatively before landing a hard smack on her right ass cheek. His eyes immediately went to hers in the reflection, his hesitation replaced with confidence when he saw the approving gleam in her eyes.
“You are something,” he murmured, sliding the black lace panties down to her thighs. Kneeling on the bed behind her, he reached between her legs to stroke along her slit with his fingers, coating them with the juices of her arousal. He brought his hand to his lips and licked his fingers clean, eyes locked on hers in the reflection in the glass. With his knee, he pushed her legs further apart but was stopped by the panties still around her thighs.
“Tear them,” she urged.
“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckled, gripping the lace fabric with both hands and ripping the garment, tossing aside the shreds. He retrieved a foil packet from the bedside table and tore it open, quickly sheathing his massive member. Katie watched his every move.
Mac gripped her hips and eased himself to her entrance, enjoying her gasp as he slid home, driving himself as deeply as he could go and he held himself there as their eyes locked. He watched as arousal accelerated her breathing, her breasts heaving beneath her. Then he withdrew nearly the entire length of himself before slamming back in again.
Katie moaned softly. “Oh, yes...”
Encouraged by her response, Mac began pumping hard, feeling his climax building once again. Her sex began to respond, her walls gripping him harder, and he knew she was nearing her edge as well. But he wanted to slow down a little.
He stopped pumping and leaned over her, wrapping his left arm around her waist. “Kneel up for me, baby,” he cooed into her ear. Gently, he helped her rise into a kneeling position in front of him. “Hold onto my neck.” Katie did as she was told, raising her arms and locking her fingers behind his neck. Mac continued to hold her with his left arm, using his right hand to explore the terrain of her body, fondling her firm, round tits, tweaking her aroused pink pegs, before finally sliding down to her wet pink folds, finding there her sensitive nub which he began to work with gusto.
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