Sexy Seaman

by Steele, Paige

  Driving into Silver Shores, we pass Ben, wearing his jumper, and he waves us over; we stop to say hello.

  “Hey there, Captain, how are you? And I see you finally started shacking up with that beautiful stewardess you had the hots for.”

  “I did. How are you?” I chuckle at his words.

  “I’m doing good. How are you doing, pretty lady?” He bends down to direct his question directly at Maci.

  “I’m great, thanks, Ben.”

  We go about twenty feet to see George walking, he too calls us over to say hello. We finally pull into a parking spot near their place. Dinner is great and catching up with friends is always a good time.

  We’re sitting at the outside patio set they have, having a drink.

  “So, when did you know you loved him?” Kendall dives in with the questions.

  “I’m proud of you, honey, you’ve waited a long time to start your interrogation.” We all laugh at Tripp’s comment.

  “Oh, you shut up…now tell me.” She moves closer to Maci.

  Smiling, she answers, “Probably after leaving the boat. I missed him terribly, so I knew I had fallen for him.”

  “I knew it! You could feel the electricity between you two.”

  “Is that so?” I reply.

  “It is! And that’s why I told you to make a move and not let her get away.” She looks over at me but throws her arm around Maci’s shoulder, squeezing it.

  “Oh, did you now?” Maci smiles at her.

  “Yep.” She is so proud of herself.

  “How are your neighbors doing?” I ask Tripp.

  “Bertha and Muriel are good, still pistols. They bust on each other every chance they get.”

  As if right on cue, they appear.

  “Did I hear our names?” Muriel questions.

  “Oh, look at the two of you. It’s so good to see you.” Maci gets up to give them both a hug.

  “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the other Captain Hot Stuff,” she follows up with.

  “Would you two like a glass of wine?” Kendall asks them both.

  “Wine is for the weak, for those who can’t handle the good stuff.” Bertha taps her water bottle with her finger.

  “You brought your own, I see.” Tripp laughs.

  “Never leave home without it.”

  “She probably should, she’s becoming quite the lush.”

  “Oh, hush up, it keeps me young.”

  “It keeps you something, young wasn’t what I was thinking,” she says, and then under her breath mumbles, “half-tanked is more like it.”

  “Why do you always think I can’t hear you?” Bertha looks over at her friend to ask.

  The two of them cause a round of laughter.

  “Anyway, it’s nice to see you two together,” Muriel says.

  “Thanks,” I respond.

  “You snagged yourself a captain too, huh?” Bertha lightly elbows Maci.

  “I guess I did,” she giggles out her response.

  The rest of the night was spent pretty much discussing our relationship. Maci told them about when she moved out of the city to live with me. She told them some of the craziness that happens in the city, like the one day she saw a man walking a goat into the veterinarian’s office, on a leash, or how there was a guy talking to a parrot outside the same vet’s office, telling him to stop and every time he said it, the bird made the sound of a goat. We all started laughing again. This is just what we needed, a relaxing night with friends.

  * * *

  She thinks I only wanted to bring her here for the boats…little does she know; this trip may change our lives forever.

  It’s our last night in Florida and we are staying at the marina, on Dream Catcher tonight, it’s our two-hundred-and-ten-foot vessel. It’s known for not being just another yacht, but a floating venue. It can hold over a thousand guests on the middle two decks. The top deck is called the Sky Lounge as you get a clear view above you; it’s also very private. It has a seating area and bar for you and a few close friends. The bottom deck has five bedrooms that can be used for the main charter guest and whoever they choose to stay on board. This yacht is used for weddings and other large parties. The dance floors on decks two and three are lit with custom lighting and the outside gathering areas are stunning to be on as well. They too are beautifully lit with strings of lights that crisscross from one side of the boat to the other.

  I’ve arranged for us to have dinner on the top deck at sunset. The chef we have used for several events in the past has agreed to come on board to cook for us. Tonight needs to be perfect.

  She’s in the shower and it was difficult to tell her no when she asked me to join her, but I have to make sure everything is ready. I told her I had to make a phone call and I wasn’t lying either.

  “Hello, Mr. Foster?”

  “Yes, Reed, how are you? Everything okay in Florida?”

  “Yes, sir, and if I was there, I would have come to you in person, but since I’m not, I needed to call you instead.”

  “Okay, what is it, son?”

  Rubbing my free hand on my dress pants, wiping the sweat from it, and taking in a breath, I ask the most important question of my life, “Sir, I’d like to ask for your permission to marry Maci.”

  “I can tell how much you both love each other, so as long as you’re sure she is who you want for the rest of your life, then you have my blessing.”

  “There’s no one else on Earth for me. It’s her, she’s my other half.”

  “Yes, on one condition.”

  “Name it.”

  “Always love her with all your heart, respect and cherish her as she’s a special gem.”

  “She is. I can do that and more. Trust me when I say, she will always feel loved and never have a reason to doubt me.”

  “Then I’d be honored to welcome you to the family.”

  We are sitting at the table, light music playing in the background, and dinner is being served. The bottle of champagne is chilling in the stainless-steel basket next to us on a stand. She looks ravishing in a sky-blue halter dress; her entire back is fully exposed, and I’m dying to untie the straps around her neck to see if she is bare everywhere.

  My black dress pants got a little tighter behind my zipper when she had stepped out of the bathroom tonight, and now it’s only getting worse. She looks gorgeous; I didn’t think it was possible to be even more beautiful than the day before, but I was wrong. She exceeds my dreams every time she steps into a room.

  The chef excuses himself, letting me know he’ll be back in the morning to take care of the kitchen. I wanted to make sure we’ll be left completely alone, so I already had a conversation with him earlier in the day about it.

  “I can’t tell you how amazing you are. I’m not sure how I got so lucky.”

  “Maybe I’m the lucky one. You treat me like a princess.”

  “Because you are. My beautiful princess.” I reach forward, taking her free hand in mine.

  We finish our meal and now it’s time. Time to start our future together.

  “Maci, let’s go sit on the couch.”

  There is a set of plush outdoor furniture; just as comfortable as the one I have in my living room. I refill both of our champagne glasses, and carry them over in one hand, holding hers in my other.

  She sits first, then I join her. “Reed, I have to tell you, I get why you love these boats and the water; it’s amazing out here.”

  “They aren’t as amazing as you.”

  I look over at her, taking both of her hands in mine.

  “Thank you, but I’m pretty sure you didn’t think so when my underwear went flying on that first day.” She smiles at me.

  “That’s where you’re wrong; one look at you and I was mesmerized. I won’t lie, I thought you might be a challenge on the boat, never having done it before, but your personality came shining through and it didn’t matter if you could make a bed or not.”

  “Aww, thank you, but I was a bit of a trai
n wreck in the beginning. But I think I got the hang of it after about a week, though I prefer the way I go now on the boats versus then.”

  “So, what you’re saying is you like sleeping in the captain’s quarters?” I return her smile.

  “I do very much so.”

  “Good because the captain prefers you there too.”

  I place a quick kiss on her lips. It’s time…

  “Sweet Pea, we’ve been together for over a year and you’ve turned my world upside down, in a good way. No, actually in a great way. I wasn’t looking, nor did I think I’d ever find someone like you. When I see you, I see my future, the person who I want to spend my mornings, days, and nights with forever. I want your lips to be the last lips I ever kiss, I want your body to be the last body I ever hold, and I want your dreams to be shared only with me. Maci Foster, will you do me the honor,” I reach in my pocket and drop to one knee, and her hands go from holding mine to covering her mouth, “of becoming my wife?”

  The box is open and shining bright. The ring is a two-carat, pear-shaped diamond set in the center, surrounded by accent diamonds in a perfect frame around it. The border of diamonds travel halfway down both sides of the ring, allowing the center stone to stand tall and shine bright.

  “Oh, my God, Reed, I had no idea.” She sits covering her mouth, but not saying yes.

  “I love you with all my heart and soul, you own them both, so what do you say…do you want to be mine forever?”

  “Yes, yes, yes!” She leaps off the couch and on to me before I can even put the ring on her finger. “There’s no one else I want to spend forever with. It’s you Reed, it’s always been you. I love you, Reed Nichols.”

  “Good, because you aren’t going anywhere,” I say, as I slip the ring on her finger. “I love you too, Maci Foster.”

  Epilogue

  Maci

  “I can’t believe it’s been three years, can you?”

  “No, Sweet Pea, I can’t. Are you ready for all this?”

  “I am, are you?”

  “I am.”

  We are setting up the nursery today. We have one month to go before our little one arrives; both of us are so excited to finally find out if it’s a boy or a girl. We chose not to find out early, and it drove his mother and sister crazy, as well as my family, but honestly, it’s more exciting this way. If it’s a boy it’ll be named after his father, Grant, and mine for his middle name, Lewis. And if it’s a girl it’ll be named after both of our moms, we chose their maiden names, mine being Madison for the first name and the middle name, Rose, after his.

  “Motherfucker,” he says and I laugh. He’s struggling with the crib; it’s really getting the best of him.

  “Honey, you know you aren’t going to be able to say those words much longer.”

  “I can, I’ll just be more careful about whose ears are around.”

  I laugh at his frustration. “Do you want help yet?”

  “Nope, I got this.”

  “It sounds like it.”

  “It’s this one bolt, it won’t go in; it’s like it doesn’t fit.”

  “That’s what she said.”

  “Oh, naughty girl.” He looks over at me smiling.

  I walk over and stand next to him. He’s sitting in a chair reading the directions. Taking them out of his hands, I remove the bolt that seems to be giving him a problem from his hand as well. I straddle his lap; even though my big belly is in the way, I lean in for a kiss.

  “I love you for really trying to figure this out, but I can get someone to just put it together.”

  “No, I said I’d do it and I will. For God’s sake, I can figure out how to sail a million-dollar yacht, I can figure out this damn crib.”

  “Two completely different lines of work, but if you insist, then fine. But can we take a break…like a twenty-minute break to be exact?”

  “Aww, is my girl horny?”

  “I can’t help it, my hormones are causing me to want you even more, and then you come in here, with your shirt off, with all this on display...” I run my fingers down his six-pack and then through the cut of his V. It causes his cock to twitch under me, and me to circle my hips in response.

  He lifts me up and carries me to our room, lays me on the bed, and strips me naked, then follows right behind me. That’s all it takes…I might be the one with raging hormones that put my sex drive into top speed but his has always been there. I never have to ask twice, he’s in complete agreement anytime I’m in the mood, which happens to be at least twice a day lately.

  “You know I can’t say no to you, nor do I want to.”

  I turn over and get on all fours, getting in the one position that allows him to get just as deep as he did before my belly got in the way.

  “God, I love this ass,” he says, with a little swat and kiss in the same spot.

  “And it loves you too,” I say in response.

  “Sweet Pea, you’re soaked…” There’s no way of hiding it, as soon as he swipes his finger the entire length of my pussy, I’m in need of my husband.

  He brushes his finger up and down several times, causing a moan to escape.

  “Honey, please?”

  “What, sweetheart?” He replaces his finger with his cock, bringing the tip close enough to rub it back and forth, then slipping it in, which earns him another sound. “You like that? You like my cock touching you?”

  His dirty talk, drives me crazy with need…the need for him to take me.

  “God, yes!”

  “You want it fast or slow, Sweet Pea?”

  “Good God, just put it in, Reed, please.” My breath is staggered as I try to speak.

  “My wife seems to be impatient today, I see.”

  “Your wife is going to kick your ass if you don’t stop teasing me and give me more than just the damn tip.” At this point, I sound like I’m begging…hell, I AM begging.

  “Answer the question, fast,” he rams into me twice at top speed, “or slow,” he says slipping in and out at turtle speed.

  I’m pretty sure this man is going to be the death of me today. He stops all together, with the tip of his cock still in. I move back; I’ll take matters into my own hands if he doesn’t.

  “Fuck me, that’s hot!” Well, that gets his attention; I guess two can play this game. I look back over my shoulder and the sight of his entire body on display is something to see. He’s on his knees, arms hanging to his sides, and the intense look on his face, causing him to clench his jaw, has me more aroused than ever.

  Circling my hips, I start to rock back and forth, sliding on his extremely hard cock. This only lasts about two minutes when he takes over. Gripping my hips with his hands, he slams into me several times, hitting my G-spot over and over again until I’m coming all over him. He follows right behind me and we are both covered in sweat.

  After a quick shower, we are back in the nursery with him swearing all over again and me giggling the entire time. The crib does get done, along with all the other decorations I gathered specially for the room.

  After getting married a year after we got engaged, we started talking about houses and where we wanted to live. We knew we didn’t want to raise a family in the city, yet we still needed to be close to the offices and dock for the boats. We chose the same place where Reed was raised, Montclair, New Jersey. It’s only about twenty minutes away on a good day, so it was perfect. We wanted a house, one we could raise a family in. I just asked Reed if we could buy it before we had a child so I could have time to decorate it. Well, that kind of didn’t go as planned. I found out I was pregnant one week after signing for the house. In the last eight months, I was still able to put the finishing touches on everything with the help of my family and his.

  So, now here we are, weeks away from bringing our little one home and the excitement of knowing whether she or he looks like his daddy or mommy is building up. I’m sitting at the kitchen table watching him as he’s cooking breakfast and I’m in awe. How did I get so lucky?
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  Reed

  Pulling back into the dock, I see her…and two little blue globes that are waiting for me. I can’t tie off quick enough; even though it’s only been since the morning, I still miss them terribly. I get through my days, knowing they’ll be there waiting for me when I come back. I leave early in the morning but my evenings always end with us being together.

  The last of the dinner guests have stepped off the boat and I’m walking to the sound of, “Da, da.” When I see him, it’s like looking at my reflection in the mirror when I was little.

  “Here comes Daddy, Grant. Do you see him?” I hear her say.

  “How’s my beautiful wife and baby boy?” I lean forward kissing his forehead and her lips. She’s as beautiful as ever. Standing there in her pale-yellow sundress on this warm night makes me want her as much as I did on night one of meeting her. Her chestnut brown hair is up in a clip, allowing her gorgeous face to glow in the evening sky.

  “Da, da, da, da.” He’s eighteen months old and my mom says, he’s just like I was at the dock.

  What he doesn’t understand is, as much as he gets so excited seeing me walking toward him, I get just as excited to see him every night.

  “I missed you both.” I place another kiss to her lips.

  “We missed you today too, Daddy.”

  “Boa, boa,” he starts whining.

  “I know, buddy…boat. We’ll go out on it this weekend, okay?”

  “No, boa, boa.”

  I take my boy from her arms, giving a gentle squeeze to him and he returns it. My heart overflows with love when he does that, I didn’t know this kind of love even existed.

  Putting him in one arm, I wrap her up in the other and she drops her head to my chest.

  “Let’s go home.”

  As we walk to our family vehicle, a sleek silver Mercedes AMG G 63, he starts to cry. He loves the boats as much as I did at his age. He’ll be asleep by the time we get home; it’s his normal routine. Even though it’s only seven thirty, it’s his bedtime. I hate getting home so late but it’s the only way I can still be out on the water and be home with them every night. Maci and I talked about it and it made the most sense, she knows how much I love my job. I see them both before I leave in the morning as he’s still an early riser. I get to spend about an hour with him before heading out the door and every night I get to see him at the dock. The weekends are ours together as a family.