Sexy Seaman

by Steele, Paige

“I can’t thank you enough, Reed. This was perfect.”

  “You’re more than welcome. I’m glad I could help.”

  “I know it wasn’t your usual cruise, but it was just what all of us needed for a night out. We don’t get many, so it definitely served its purpose.”

  “Let me know when you and your family are ready to take a week-long stay; there are smaller boats or others if you want to invite more guests. I’ll set you up good.”

  “Will do.”

  “I would love to take a longer trip with all of you. I was very impressed with your entire crew,” the doctor’s wife says as she glances at us all, “and the food was spectacular. Thank you.” She finishes by directing her last words toward Marco.

  “You are more than welcome,” Marco responds.

  “Yes, compliments to your entire staff, everyone was impressed and trust me some of these stuffy doctors are hard to please.” After he smiles and chuckles, we all join in.

  “It wasn’t my first trip with some of them, I knew what I was up against,” the captain answers.

  “Well, this is for you all. Thank you.”

  They shake hands before Captain hugs Dr. Hogue’s wife.

  * * *

  I think I finally climbed into bed after a shit ton of dishes about 4:00 a.m. It’s already ten and time to find my feet on the floor to start a scrubbing fest. We were informed last night, before we all went to sleep, we’d be here for the next thirty-six hours before we’ll be leaving for the Bahamas again.

  The sooner we get things done, the sooner the day and night is mine to enjoy, well all of ours. I walk out to the crew galley and find only a couple of the crew members around the table…and him. God, he looks extremely sexy. He stands against the wall, ankles crossed, holding his cup of coffee, while he chats with his staff. His legs are exposed in his gray shorts, his arm tattoo is shown off in the T-shirt he has on, and his feet are bare. He looks more relaxed than he ever has. Maybe because it’s our last charter and he knows it’s all coming to an end, but it only has me wanting more…from him.

  “Morning,” I say, trying not to make eye contact with him as I look around to the others.

  “Good morning, Maci, I hope you slept well,” Eric responds.

  “I did, thank you. I was so tired. I think I could have slept anywhere, and I would have slept like a baby.”

  “Anywhere, huh?” comes from the captain.

  “Yep.” Still no eye contact as I scoop up some scrambled eggs and take two pieces of bacon.

  “Want some coffee?”

  Why does that question have to come from him? Couldn’t it be Rob or Eric asking?

  “Yes, please.”

  He starts pouring as both of the other guys excuse themselves to go on the upper deck to get things started. Thanks to my coworkers, we are now alone. Knowing others don’t technically have to be up for another forty-five minutes has me squirming in my seat.

  The large cup of joe is set next to the plate in front of me before he slides in beside me. What is he doing? Why is he doing this to me? Grrr…

  “Can I help you?” Yes, I’m being a little sarcastic but seriously, you wanted space, so I gave it, now back the hell up, buddy.

  “I don’t like the tension between us. I feel it and hear it snap, crackle, pop…don’t you?”

  “Seriously, you just referenced Rice Krispies?” I giggle a little, because let’s face it, it’s funny, but I wipe the smile off my face to turn serious again. “I’m only trying to do what I was asked to do.”

  “Do you always do as you’re told?”

  I look over at him with my eyebrows raised. What exactly are we talking about? My insides are doing that juggling thing again when he’s this close.

  “I love how your mind goes to the filthy thoughts.” He smirks.

  “Stop, you asked me to be professional and I’ve done that, now take your own advice, Captain.”

  “You make it very hard to stay away.” The look on his face is serious. “In fact, you make everything hard,” he says, as he reaches under the table, adjusting himself.

  The tension he is talking about is zapping us both right now. I want him badly, our eyes are locked together, fused with electricity. Mine flutter closed before opening again, while his stay on me.

  “What are we going to do?” I have to ask.

  “For starters, I’d like you to stay on the boat when everyone else gets off tonight for dinner.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I need to see you without everyone else around. I want to taste those lips more than I want my next meal. Say you’ll stay.”

  The thought of our first real kiss has me wanting nothing more.

  I nod slowly as the back of his hand caresses the side of my face. Goose bumps cover my skin with anticipation of what will happen, even though I have ten hours to wait.

  * * *

  “Are you sure you don’t want to come?” Brittany asks for the third time in the last half hour.

  “I’m sure. I’m so exhausted from last night’s festivities during the charter and staying up so late. I think I’m going to call my folks then my brother, before I hit the hay early. I want to be on my A game for the last charter.”

  “Okay, as long as you’re sure.”

  “I am, now get out of here.”

  She starts to walk out before she turns around one last time. I swear if she asks me again, I’m going to push her off the boat, seriously.

  “What?” I ask before she can even say anything.

  She giggles at me as she speaks, “I was just going to say, the captain is staying on too, so have fun with that.”

  “I won’t be doing anything with him,” I say a little bit more defensively than I should have. Have I given anything away? I’m being paranoid now.

  “Okay, okay, relax. I was just thinking you wouldn’t be left alone. I wasn’t insinuating that you were going to fuck him or anything, but now you have me thinking, maybe you two should get it on. You both seem to be tense; it might help you relieve some stress. Jesus, you’re uptight.”

  “I’m fine.” I look away; I can’t even look her in the eyes, I’m so afraid she’ll see right through my lies.

  “If you say so.” She walks away, and I can finally breathe.

  I jump in the shower quickly, wanting to be freshly shaven. Why?…I’m not sure, it’s not like he’ll be finding out or anything. Right? Right.

  Chapter Nine

  Reed

  I’m not sure what came over me, or what possessed me to ask her not to go tonight, but she agreed. God, I want her, like I’ve never wanted anyone before. No one has ever gotten under my skin like she has, and now I want her under me physically too. I crave her, so to hell with rules and policies. I need to touch her skin.

  Everyone left twenty minutes ago. I made sure the vans drove away with everyone in them before I moved from my place on the flybridge. As the water runs over me, my hands rub over my body, washing it at a faster pace than ever before. I can’t help it; knowing what is waiting for me forces me to move rapidly.

  I stand outside her cabin, hearing music playing. Picturing her naked behind this door has me knocking. It’s not something I probably should be doing, but it doesn’t stop me.

  “Maci.”

  No answer. Peeking my head in, she’s not there but her bathroom door is still shut. The light sound of Keith Urban’s latest song is playing, “God Whispered Your Name” and she’s humming to it. The song is a perfect example of my feeling for her.

  She opens the door as Dan + Shay with Justin Bieber start singing, “10,000 Hours.” I think these songs are killing me, until I see the sight before me. Maci is standing in a very see-through purple bra and panty set. There is nothing left to my imagination, in fact, my brain couldn’t have come up with this picture even if it wanted to. It is…perfection.

  Between the scent of her sweet vanilla, her hair still being wet, and her nipples pointing straight at me, I want to drop to my knees. She
doesn’t move, her eyes are burning into my exposed torso. I came down in just my black sweats. I wanted to be comfortable but now they seem to be extremely too tight in my groin area. My hard-on is straining forward in my boxer briefs.

  No words are said as she steps forward, with her hand behind her she catches the door handle, sliding the door closed, causing me to move toward her. I want her, God, do I want her.

  One step back, then two and her back is against the door and my body is flush against her.

  “Here comes that kiss I talked about earlier,” I warn her. If she is going to object, now is the time.

  The towel she is holding in one hand drops to the floor, allowing both of her free hands to touch me. Her fingers linger at where the elastic of my pants sit, low on my hips.

  My mouth leaps at hers. Our tongues collide in perfect sync, circling around one another’s like a magically performed dance. There’s nothing to ever compare it to. If this is how our first kiss is starting out, how will a night together be?

  I lift her up until she circles her legs around my waist, her arms wrap around my neck, and her heat is against mine. My hands are full of her perfectly round ass, there is nothing that has ever felt better. She starts to grind into me, making me feel like I will lose my load right then and there in my pants, without even being inside.

  My fingers slip underneath the bottoms of her panties, still holding her place with my thumbs in the crease of her legs; they can feel the smoothness of her skin. I start to brush them slowly from just inside her legs to her hip, up and down, causing goose bumps to spread on her skin. I love that I’m the one causing this reaction in her.

  Dragging my mouth away from hers, I want more, so much more. I start kissing, licking, and nipping the side of her neck, which earns me the most erotic sound from her throat and I want to hear more.

  “Oh, my, God, Captain.”

  Pulling back slightly, now is not the time for Captain. “Call me Reed or now would be the time Sir would be okay.” I smirk at her and she giggles.

  “I think I’ll go with Reed.”

  “We should probably slow this down. I’m sorry I got carried away.”

  “I’m not sure you should be the one apologizing,” she says, looking down.

  “How about neither of us apologize; I think we both got caught up in the moment.” I lean forward, bringing my forehead to hers.

  “What a moment it was,” she giggles again. It’s a beautiful sound and one I could get used to.

  Dropping her legs until her feet hit the floor has my body feeling cold immediately. It is a feeling I’ve never felt before, like the loss of something. My hands slide up the sides of her flawless, hourglass figure, until they are at the top of her ribcage, allowing my thumbs to meet the bottom of her perfectly round breasts, covered in a thin piece of lace. Retreating slightly I can see their reaction, and just like before her nipples are at their sharpest points. I want to taste them so bad, but I think I need to slow this all down before I drop my sweats, finding her slick spot.

  “You hungry?” I ask.

  “I am.” The look in her eyes makes me think we aren’t talking about the same thing.

  “Naughty.” I tap her nose. “Marco left us each a dinner. Why don’t I go grab those while you get dressed, and I’ll meet you up on the back deck?”

  Then the little devilish side of her comes out, “Why, you don’t like my outfit?”

  “Sweet Pea, if you wear only that, I’ll be eating you for dinner instead; now put some clothes on.” I tap her on the ass this time, before I turn to walk out.

  She lets out a low moan, “Really?” I turn back around to acknowledge I heard her.

  “Well, don’t say things like that after what we were just doing. A girl’s got needs too, ya know?” A smile is spread across her face and I can tell she might be the death of me. A slow pleasurable death.

  Walking away from her, dressed like that, is almost impossible. Damn, it takes all my willpower to do so, but I know it’s necessary. I don’t think it would have been good if we screwed each other’s brains out, especially since this is the first night of us being alone. We need to have a conversation about what we see happening; it might be too soon to tell but I need her to know I’m still the boss on the boat to her and the others, so we both need to remain professional at all times around the rest of the crew.

  “Thank you for putting on a shirt,” she says, as she comes toward me.

  Looking down, I smirk back at her, saying, “Well thanks for putting clothes on, though I prefer you in your earlier attire.”

  “I offered and you told me no.” She tries to pout but ends up smiling.

  “I know, stupid me.”

  She comes close enough to engulf me in her scent and I can’t help but to pull her closer to kiss her lips one more time. It instantly turns to a heated kiss again; she’s on her tiptoes and I want to devour her. Her fingers lace with the back of my hair, as I tug her forward until her chest aligns with mine.

  “Woman, you are killing me,” I say after reluctantly removing my lips from hers.

  “Well, you’re doing the same thing to me.” It’s nice knowing I have the same effect on her.

  We’ve spent the last hour after dinner talking about our pasts and how we got to this point in our lives when the others start to walk back toward the boat. They can’t see us yet, but we can see them heading our way. Here we go, can we act or not? It’s game time…time to see if we can handle our secret in front of the rest of the crew. We talked about it and we both agreed that it is the most important job we will ever do. There is no way we want anyone on here knowing what is happening; it would put a strain on the boat…an unnecessary strain.

  “Time to go back to boss and employee. You ready?”

  “Not really,” she answers, sitting in her black leggings and red shirt, looking extremely beautiful with her hair up in a knot on the top of her head. She has no makeup on, making her more gorgeous than ever before…so natural.

  “Believe me, I get it. But it’s important and just think, we only have one week to go before we can figure where we go from here.”

  “Fine, Captain,” she says with a pout. Another thing she does perfectly.

  “Sweet Pea, you need to put that lip away because I want nothing more than to lean over and bite it; then everyone will know.”

  She stands up, bending over to pick up her plate, purposely doing so right in my face, as I’m still seated. I close my eyes to gain composure before I open them to her smirking, looking down at me over her shoulder. Two can play this game. I reach forward, between her legs, to slide my index finger over her covered pussy. Giving her a little rub to remind her I’m not a man to play with, because I will win the game of cat and mouse. Her eyes are fixated on me as I also grab my cock, letting her know I’m still as stiff as before.

  “Get out of here before we give everyone a show.”

  Without another word, she scurries away with two plates in her hand. I grab both of our drinks bringing them inside as well. I need a fucking cold shower, now, not later. I need to release some pent-up sexual frustration. I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted a charter to end so much in my life.

  * * *

  “Marie, Marco, and Rob, I’ll need to see you on the flybridge in ten for our last preference meeting,” I announce for the final time on my handheld.

  “On my way,” comes from Marie.

  The other two respond the same and shortly after, all three are sitting behind the table in my office.

  “Well, this is our last charter. Are you all ready for this to be over with?” I ask.

  “It doesn’t feel like six weeks have already gone by,” Rob answers.

  “I agree. It’s probably because I haven’t had any irritating guests to deal with,” Marie responds.

  “Yeah, no one has really given me a challenge to cook for. Everyone has been easy to please.”

  My mind immediately goes to Maci and how easy she would be to plea
se. Lately my thoughts have been with her most of the time. I’ve never been this distracted in my life.

  “Right, Captain?” Rob asked.

  I have no idea what he is even talking about, let alone asking. Shit!

  “I’m sorry, what were you saying? I was thinking about how quickly this has all gone by.” Sure, let’s say that.

  “It has. Rob was saying that our crews this time around have been great, even the rookies. We got lucky; normally you have one or two fuckups that we have to deal with,” Marie answers.

  “I completely agree with that. All of you have stepped up when asked and your crews have done a great job. Only a couple mishaps and they weren’t even ones to really discuss after they happened. I never get this lucky.”

  It is true too, usually there is someone who doesn’t follow the rules or pushes my buttons until I snap and fire them. So honestly, I’m grateful for who came on board this time around.

  “Anyway, it looks like this one might be our most challenging one yet. These are a group of New Jersey boys who are best friends. There are five of them. They call themselves the Jersey Boyz; don’t get me started on what I think about that. The primary guest owns a very well-known, upper-class club in New Jersey, all the rich and famous go there, giving him all his money. Clearly, it’s given him enough, as he’s living the high-life.”

  “Great, five arrogant, annoying meatheads.”

  “Okay, Marie, tell us how you really feel,” Rob chuckles.

  “I’ve just dealt with ones like these before. They all think they are the guys from the show Jersey Shore and they think it’s okay to treat women like a piece of ass instead of the way we should be treated, with respect. If it’s okay with you, Captain, I’d like one of the guys on the deck at all times when myself or one of my girls are there.”

  “I don’t think that’s a bad idea, Marie. Rob, see to it, work that out with your team.”

  “Marco, as for food. Steaks and seafood seem to be their go-to food.”