by L. Loren
“Thank you, captain, but I couldn’t take your room. You are running this boat and need your rest. It wouldn’t be fair to put you out of your quarters because of me. I will just sleep on the deck.”
“No, Miss Madison. I insist.” I took a step back to get my cock in check. It was hard to do with her bouncing up and down in front of me. “Besides, I can’t allow you to sleep on the deck for safety reasons. Trust me, I will be fine.”
Just as I was thinking about how happy it would make me to share the cabin with her, she spoke up as if she was reading my mind.
“Well, what about this, you need your rest to run this boat so how about we share the room? I can use the room when you’re on duty and you can sleep when we are out and about. I guess the bathroom would be as needed, if you don’t mind having my stuff in your space.”
“That isn’t necessary Miss Madison. I will find other accommodations. I want you to be as comfortable as possible.”
“No captain, I insist. I won’t hear of it. I promise I don’t have cooties. You can choose your side of the bed and I will stay clear. Okay?”
I knew it was a bad idea. In fact, it was the worst idea ever, but one look in those big pleading eyes and I couldn’t say no. It was literally impossible for the word to leave my mouth when she was looking at me in that way. She could have whatever she wanted, and I would happily give it to her.
The moon, no problem.
World peace, I’m on it.
A trip to outer space, be there in a jiffy.
This woman was dangerous, and I couldn’t get enough of her. I knew it would come back to haunt me, but I didn’t care. I guess I better start looking for a new job, because after this weekend, sharing a room with this woman was going to get me fired. After months of celibacy, I was thirsty. Harley Madison was the only one who could quench my thirst. As if she could read my mind, Allie chose that moment to speak up.
“Oh, no Miss Madison. The captain could not possibly share the cabin with you. It is against regulations. He could get into serious trouble.”
Really bitch? You choose now to learn how to speak? Damn, I was so close.
Chapter 3
Harley
O
h My God! I think I have died and gone to heaven. The Captain was more than a snack. He was a 10-course meal and I was starved. I had a thing for older men, and this man made me wet! I am not even playing. My lady lips were salivating to taste him. That mane of thick white hair was neatly styled in a cut that accentuated his manly features. You could tell the man took great pride in his appearance. Captain G’s piercing gray eyes made my steps falter. It was as if he was looking right through me to my soul. It was on fire now, just like my panties. The man was intense but had a glint of arousal in his eyes. The salt and pepper beard that was cut close to his chiseled jawline made me clinch my thighs together. I imagined feeling the delicious burn from it on my inner thighs.
When he spoke, my knees just about buckled. His raspy voice reminded me of my favorite sergeant from that popular TV show about the intelligence unit in Chicago. Even his laugh lines were sexy. Could there be a more perfect man alive? I think not. It was obvious that he worked out. His body was in fine shape for any man, but especially for a man of his age. He had to be at least 55, but he looked young and virile. According to the bulge in his pants, everything on him was in prime working condition. My mouth watered at the thought of his thick hardness hitting the back of my throat.
Before arriving at the dock, I had been trying to figure out how to get rid of the sugar daddy Tito invited as a date for me. That was a problem. The man was well into his 60s, rude, and acted as if I was beholden to him. I couldn’t believe my ears when that old man, what was his name again? Oh, right, Jonathan Fletcher, tried to demand my attention when he saw me eyeing Captain Gallo.
Baby, if he only knew the nasty thoughts that were going through my head. I loved a man in uniform. His mature look was a turn on, as opposed to the short balding pudgy man who was grabbing my arm and threatening to rape me. When Captain Gallo intervened and offered me his cabin, I swooned. Though I didn’t need a superhero to swoop in and play Captain Save a Hoe, I was happy he gave me the option. He could save my hoeish ass any day.
This was the first time since I broke up with my ex that a man had managed to move me. If I had my way, Captain G and I would be sharing that bed at the same time. I knew he couldn’t technically say he wanted to do that in front of his crew, but I had a feeling he was amenable. When the chief stew intervened and declared the captain could indeed lose his job, I stopped talking, but I tried my hardest to communicate with my eyes that the offer still stood. That old cock blocker, Allie was on my list going forward. I had this imaginary list of people I disliked. It was a pretty short list, short bald violent men and chief stews that couldn’t mind their business. Everyone else was good.
The captain excused himself as the crew prepared to leave the dock. I had always been fascinated by yachts and how they operated. I needed to remember to ask for a personal tour of the bridge with the captain. I would have asked right then, but I didn’t want Dyce and her friends encroaching on my time with Captain G.
Allie showed me to the Captains quarters, and I made myself comfortable for a bit. I washed up and changed into swimwear and a coverup before meeting Dyce for lunch in the sky deck. Everyone was chowing on seafood when I arrived. Rude bastards couldn’t even wait till I got there. That was quite alright. I loved making a grand entrance. There was music playing as I sauntered to the dining area doing a little dance along the way. It was time to get this party started. Being sweet and demure was nowhere in my vocabulary. I grabbed Dyce’s arm before she could sit down and made her dance with me.
“Don’t speak to me. I am mad at you.”
“What in the world? You invited me here and you are the only person I know so of course I am talking to you. What’s going on?”
“You embarrassed me with your little tirade. Really? You couldn’t just grin and bear it with Fletcher? He is harmless and he would have bought you anything you wanted. Now he’s pissed at Tito.”
I shook my head not believing what I just heard. I kept swinging my hips and having fun to the Cumbia rhythm that was playing. It was hot and I needed to find out who the artist was. I leaned in and asked Dyce a question.
“So I guess because Fletcher is mad at Tito, he’s mad at you in return?”
“You got it. All you had to do was play along. You know, work him. You could have just told him your period was on or something. You didn’t have to reject him like that.”
“Oh, Dyce. You know I don’t play games with people. That’s the quickest way to get hurt. I know you heard him threaten to rape me. What kind of man is that? Thank goodness for Captain Bae or I would be in the cabin with that man.”
Crickets! All I heard was the sound of waves splashing against the side of the boat and the smacking of people eating their mouth-watering food. My friend could not look me in the eyes.
“I never thought he would say anything like that to you, Harley. I just wanted you to enjoy yourself for a change. You have been living like a monk since you broke up with Stanley. I wanted my best friend back. The fun-loving girl who likes to party and have fun.”
“Dyce, I caught my boyfriend, who I loved, cheating on me. I have the right to mourn the loss of the relationship. Everything can’t be sunshine and rainbows all the time. Sometimes you have to cry and actually feel your emotions, instead of pretending they don’t exist.”
“Whatevs Harley. I like to have fun. Is that a crime? Why am I a bad person because I want to laugh and live my life being free.”
Here she goes! Anytime I call her on her bullshit, she plays the victim.
“Look, nobody is saying you can’t live your life like you want! All I am saying is don’t drag me into it. I was perfectly fine mooning over Captain G. I thought for sure I would have my own room though. You forgot to tell me that part, right?”
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It’s not like that, Harley. I didn’t mean to put you in a compromising position. I simply wanted to have fun for our birthdays.”
“Well, what the hell are you waiting for? I’ve been over here dancing alone for far too long. Swing those hips girl and get into this groove.”
I was so over trying to understand what was happening in Dyce’s head. I just wanted to have drinks and dance. We were on a luxury yacht on blue seas and had not a care in the world. Dyce had always lived in her own world and been a bit of an airhead at times, but she always had my back. I fixed my plate, took a glass of water and made my way to the interior dining room where I sat my happy ass down and ate my meal alone. I didn’t feel like enduring the daggers Fletch was throwing my way.
After lunch, I decided to head back to the Captain’s Quarters to relax before getting in the water. On my way to the cabin, I got turned around and somehow found my way onto the bridge where Captain Gallo sat high on his thrown with a cup of steaming coffee in his big hands.
“Oh, I am sorry to disturb you Captain G. I got lost trying to get back to your cabin.”
He turned to me with a wide smile on his face. His eyes roamed up and down my body like a warm caress. Damn, the man was sexy. I felt as if I had never been in the presence of a man before. You know what I mean right? Captain G exuded masculinity. It was palpable in any room he entered. Since this was his domain, it lingered in the room like a fine cologne. He didn’t have to say or do anything, it was as if his aura was a living breathing entity that wrapped itself around you and seduced you into a messy puddle. I stood there in my swimwear and I still wasn’t prepared for the amount of wetness that pooled in my bikini. His boisterous laugh brough me out of my musings, snapping the spell I was under.
“Are you alright, Miss Madison? I seemed to have lost you there for a minute.”
“Oh, yes. Yes, I am fine. And please call me Harley.”
I stumbled on my words trying my best to sound confident. I didn’t need to embarrass myself in front of this man, but it seemed like it was inevitable. He made me nervous and giddy like a teenager talking to her first crush. I heard myself giggle. What is wrong with you, girl? Get it together. We do not giggle. My inner voice chastised me.
Deep breath.
Look away from his eyes.
Count to ten.
Look back at him.
Damn, that did nothing but make me more nervous, because now I have waited too long to respond, and he must think I am stupid. Just tell him the fucking truth. What do you have to lose? He’s either interested or he’s not.
“Captain G, I need to ask you something.”
His brow quirked as the glow in his eyes intensified. The man was distracting me, and he hadn’t even said a word. Oh my god! I have never been like this around a man before. It was unnerving.
“Well, are you going to ask me, or do I have to guess?”
He glided toward me with a sexy as hell gait that had me salivating over what he had in his pants. I was losing my fucking mind over this man. Either he was going to fuck me to oblivion, or I was going to be sorely disappointed. Either way, I was about to find out.
“Shoot your shot, Harley. I can tell whatever it is you want to ask is killing you. You never know. I may say yes. And for God’s sake, please don’t call me Captain G. I hate it. Call me Mateus.”
Here goes. “Listen, Mateus, I don’t know you from Adam, but from the moment I laid eyes on you, I’ve felt this pull toward you. I can’t really explain it, but I feel it. I lose my train of thought and I can’t speak. It feels like my blood is boiling in my veins. All I want to do is climb Mt. Everest and reach my summit. Mateus, I know it’s forbidden, but I need you to fuck me until my throat is sore from screaming your name.”
There, I said it. I couldn’t believe I just told this man everything I had been feeling about him. What if he shoots me down? What if he is disgusted by me? Well, it’s too late now. I should have thought about that before baring my soul to him. I looked up, raising my eyes from my feet that had somehow become more interesting that the man in the room. The heat coming from his eyes was breathtaking. Somewhere between my confession and my inner thoughts, Mateus had moved into my space. He was so close I could almost taste him. That was a good sign, right?
“Young lady, it would be my greatest pleasure to bend you over my helm and put these ten inches so hard and deep inside you that you could feel it next week.”
I cleared my throat that was suddenly dry as one of Dyce’s Christmas cookies.
“Nothing would please me more than to taste your essence on my tongue and have your scent linger in my beard for hours while ripping multiple orgasms from your tender body. That would be a vision.”
Mateus reached out and grabbed my face, kissing me deeply. He devoured my mouth as if he had been waiting to do this his whole life. I was in heaven as he claimed me. His cock felt heavy with need when he pressed it against me. And he was a needy man! My god, I wasn’t sure I was ready for the captain. I think I had bitten off more than I could chew. The thought of him delivering multiple orgasms with just his mouth, made my walls contract. I wanted to let him do things to me I had never even imagined. I was floating on cloud nine, about to suggest we take this to another level when he put the freeze on me.
“I would love to do all of those things I just said to you and with you, my beauty, but I can’t.” He stepped back, taking his enormous bulge with him. How cruel. “Harley, you make me crazy and I feel all the things you described, but I would lose my job if I were to take you up on the offer.”
Shit, shit shit! I knew that. Why had I come on to this man? There was no way he would risk losing his livelihood for a quick fuck. What was I thinking? I felt like a damn fool. I knew one thing, I needed to get out of there immediately. I turned to leave but was halted by a pair of strong hands on my forearms.
“Oh, no you don’t. You don’t get to run from me. You are going to stay right here on this bridge and face this thing head on, together.”
I looked at this beautiful man like he was crazy. What in the world was he thinking?
“Face what head on? I just threw myself at you and you didn’t catch me. I am standing here looking like a damn fool and feeling very much rejected.”
He shook his head and moved toward me again. He reached out and brushed his hand against my cheek.
“One thing you must know about me. I will always catch you. You never have to worry about being vulnerable with me. I will protect your heart at all costs. I did not let you fall. Nor am I rejecting you.”
“Then I guess I missed what you were saying. Tell me again.”
“I am saying I want you! You never have to doubt that. But I am also saying no matter what I am feeling for you, right now I cannot pursue it. You are a charter guest and it is forbidden. I cannot cross that line and expect my crew to respect me. It simply cannot happen until after you disembark and even then, it is questionable.”
Well, damn.
“So why did you stop me from leaving?”
“I did not want you to walk away from me feeling like I didn’t want you. Any man can see I want you. Look at me. I was yours as soon as I saw your picture on the preference sheet. You were mine too. You just didn’t know it.”
I smiled at his revelation. I was his. It’s funny how life goes. One minute you are an independent woman without a care in the world about a man. The next moment, your heart says you belong to a man you only met an hour ago. Go figure.
“Fine. What do you suggest we do in the meantime?”
“Well, get to know each other better, of course. I know you are supposed to join your friends for water sports, but I would love it if you would stay here with me on the bridge and talk, at least for a little while.”
“Those people are not my friends. I have only one person out there that I would call a friend, and she will be fine without me.”
He motioned for me to take a seat in the plush chair next to his. He took the helm once aga
in. We were anchored so the boat wasn’t moving, but he looked good sitting in that chair. It was like a throne and he was very royal like in his demeanor. There is just something about powerful men in uniforms. Why did we have to follow the rules? That throne would be a perfect spot to ride his luxurious cock.
“So, Miss Madison, tell me things about yourself.”
“Like what? You want to know my shoe size? The name of my kindergarten teacher? My pet’s name? What do you want to know?”
“Yes, I want to know all of those things, but let’s start with something that doesn’t sound like I am trying to hack your computer by guessing your password.”
I laughed at his comeback. He was sexy, charming, thoughtful and funny. I swear I was being tested on this one.
“I see you got jokes. Okay, I’ll start, but let’s make it fun.”
“What exactly do you have in mind?”
I gave him a sly smile as I sat up higher in my chair. I had no intention of reading this man my resume. I had no problem telling him things about me, it just had to be fun and I needed some reciprocity.
“Let’s play a game. It’s called never have I ever. Have you heard of it?”
“No Miss Madison, I have not. Explain it to me.”
“Okay, it is very easy. I’ll start. I will ask a question using never have I ever at the beginning of the sentence. If you have never done the activity, then you do nothing. If you have, then you raise your hand and give details about when you did the deed. To make it a little more interesting, how about we take off a piece of clothing each time we have done the thing?”
“Oh, you’re a fucking bad girl, aren’t you? I will play the game, but we can’t play the dirty girl version. I am working and, in case you haven’t noticed, there are cameras in here. I don’t need my crew seeing me in a compromising position. And I will be damned if any of those horny bastards below deck get to see you undressed. You are barely wearing any clothing, you know.”
