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by Rye Hart


  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  “It was nothing,” Chanel said. “Just some harmless flirting that wasn’t reciprocated on my end.”

  “He was fucking pulling her chair closer like he owned her or some shit,” Ana said.

  “Could you shut up?” Chanel asked. “You’re making it a way bigger deal than it was.”

  “Well, he was! Trying to feel up on you like that. He put his hands on her at the pool yesterday too,” Ana said.

  “He did what?” I asked.

  “Oh, good God. He rubbed some oil on my back. It was awkward, yes, but nothing more.”

  Ana snorted. “Why the hell are you still pissed?” Chanel asked.

  “Because he fucking followed us around last night,” Ana said.

  “Chanel, is she being serious?” I asked.

  “Yeah.. He was annoying, and I was the one who had to step in and tell him to back the fuck off,” Ana said.

  “It really was nothing,” Chanel said. “Just some miscommunication and some misread signals. Don’t get so worked up about it. I’m not.”

  “Yeah, sure. But if he shows up again today--” Ana said.

  “Are you done?” Chanel asked. “Because I’m ready to go rock climbing if you’re done.”

  “Rock climbing? Shit, girl. I’ve got a massage scheduled. You have fun, though,” Ana said.

  “I’ll go climbing with you,” I said.

  “I’m sure he’ll climb something,” Ana said as she got up. “You two have fun. I’m gonna go get my massage and hot tub on.”

  “Have fun,” I said.

  “Stay away from assholes, Chanel. Even if he turns into one,” Ana said, pointing at me.

  “I’ll be the least asshole-y of all of us,” I said.

  “You better. She’s gonna have a good time on this cruise. Chanel, I’ll see you for lunch?”

  “Maybe. But I will see you tonight for dinner,” Chanel said.

  “Good. Love you, girl.”

  We watched as Ana disappeared into the crowd of our peers before Chanel turned to me. The two of us finished our breakfast and headed to where the rock climbing was supposed to be, but nothing was set up. We walked around the back deck looking for any staff or workers who could direct us to where we were supposed to go.

  But there was no one to be found.

  “The schedule said it was on the open deck toward the back of the ship,” Chanel said.

  “I didn’t look at it, so I wouldn’t know,” I said.

  “I mean, where else could there be rock climbing?” she asked.

  “Is it possible it’s indoors? Maybe at the dance club or something?” I asked.

  “I don’t know. I guess we could go check it out, but the rock climbing was only supposed to be for an hour or so. By the time we check even a fourth of the ship, it’ll be done anyway.”

  “Want me to go find someone?” I asked.

  But when Chanel didn’t answer me, I turned around. She was gazing out toward the ocean, her hair blowing in the wind. The horizon was receding from our view, constantly changing as we parted the waters of the ocean. Chanel was standing tall and strong in a red and blue dress. Her calves held up her wonderful frame as the sun draped over her bare shoulders.

  I might have been her little secret but seeing her like this made it all worth it.

  I walked up behind her and took a chance. I slid my arms around her waist, settling my chin on top of her head. I expected her to push me away, especially since we were on an open deck. But there was no one around, and I could feel her melting into me.

  Her hands wrapped around mine, threading our fingers together. She pulled me closer to her back as she nuzzled underneath my chin. Her body began to sway, and I kept time with her, moving to whatever song she was humming. I pressed a small kiss into the top of her head, and she moved in my arms, turning herself around as her eyes rose to meet mine.

  Everything fell into the background as I approached her, our faces growing closer until our lips connected.

  It was soft. Smooth. A slow burn that crept up my back and pushed me deeper into her body. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me, my tongue swiping over her lips for entrance. She opened them willingly to me as our bodies sank to the deck floor, her legs straddling me as our tongues battled for dominance.

  We rolled around on the floor in the shadow of the cruise ship. My cock pressed against my pants. I ran my hands over her body, grazing her thighs with my fingertips. She was panting as her lips swelled under my attack, and I knew then I had to have her.

  I had to feel her wrapped around my cock.

  “Would you like to come back to my room?” I asked.

  Chanel reared up from me, her hands planted onto my chest. I watched her dazzling eyes search mine as her pussy radiated a sweltering heat against my pelvis. I ran my hands up her legs, making her shiver on top of me as her eyes fluttered closed.

  “Yeah,” Chanel said breathlessly. “I would enjoy that.”

  We made our way back to my room and barreled through the door. Thank fuck Tommy wasn’t there, because the thought didn’t even cross my mind. The door closed with a thud, and I pressed her back against it, sliding to my knees. She slid her dress off her body as I spread her legs wide, her pussy glistening for me, begging me to taste it.

  I pinned her hips to the door as I dove into her depths, causing her to shake with delight.

  Her hands wrapped into my hair as my tongue found her clit. I flicked it and sucked it, relishing how her juices dripped onto my skin. Her knees were growing weak as I tossed her legs over my shoulders, holding up her body weight while I ate my fill of her. Her moans and gasps were filling the room, and soon, she was begging me for more.

  “So close. Please. Lick harder. Lick harder. Let me come. Please let me come.”

  I pressed my tongue into her body, and she unraveled for me. I looked up and watched the pleasure cascade over her face. Her lips were puckered, and her chest was heaving. Her neck was tinted with a flush I wanted to kiss. Her juices dripped down my neck, and her thighs clenched my cheeks. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever beheld.

  But I wasn’t done with her yet.

  I picked her up from the door, my face buried in her pussy as my hands grasped her ass. She held onto my head, a startled giggle falling from her lips. I crashed her onto my bed and ripped my clothes off, my dripping cock springing free for her to see.

  She settled back on my bed and parted her legs for me, her throbbing pussy begging for my cock.

  I dipped in between her legs and grabbed my length. I ran it up and down her slit, marveling at how her arousal looked on my skin. My eyes traveled over her supple curves, taking in the light brown of her glorious nipples and the silky softness of her toned stomach.

  “Should I get us a condom?” I asked.

  “I’ve been on the pill for years,” Chanel said. “Take me, Rhett.”

  I slid my cock into her pussy as I grabbed her thighs. I groaned with her, tossing her legs over my shoulders. If this was the only time I was going to get to feel her, then it was going to count. I was going to feel all of her. I was going to get as deep into her body as I could.

  I bent her in half as I sank myself to my balls. Her hands wrapped around me, gripping onto my back, her nails raking down my skin. I encompassed her lips with mine, drawing moans from her as I allowed her to get comfortable. She formed to me so beautifully as her walls fluttered around me.

  It was where I had wanted to be for years, and now I finally had her how I had always dreamed of having her.

  I drew back and slammed into her, causing her tits to jump against me. I did it again and smiled as her eyes rolled back into her head. I grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head, rendering her motionless as my eyes connected with hers.

  Then, I set a relentless pace.

  Chanel was moaning and writhing, trying to move but pinned beneath the strength of my body. I pounded into her, feeling her jui
ce coating my pelvis as she moaned my name. It dripped from her lips like a steady prayer. I crashed my lips back on hers as I ground against her exposed clit, forcing myself deeper into her body. Her tongue raked across the roof of my mouth, stuttering my movements as my balls pulled up into my body.

  I was going to fill her the way I had always wanted to in high school, and I wasn’t going to hold any of it back.

  I felt her body unleash, and she bit down on my lower lip. Her pussy massaged my cock, drawing me deeper than I ever knew possible. She trembled and gasped, my throat catching her string of obscenities as I spilled into her. My toes curled, and my hips stuttered. My legs grew taut, and my thighs shook. I could feel pump after pump spraying along her walls, coating her in my scent as her legs slid off my shoulders.

  She wrapped her arms around me, her chest heaving for air as we both came down from our highs. I stayed buried between her legs, relishing the feeling for as long as I could before I pulled out of her. Our juices trickled onto the bed, but I didn’t care. I slid off to the side and held her close to my body as her eyes gazed into mine. They were clouded with a hazy passion I knew she hadn’t felt in a long time, and I took pride in the fact that I could give that to her even after all these years.

  “If I’m a secret, then that’s okay,” I said.

  She sighed and closed her eyes as I drew her lips to mine.

  “Just promise me something,” I said.

  “What is it?” Chanel asked.

  “Promise me that if we cross a line you don’t feel you can come back from, you’ll tell me. Just be honest with me. That’s all I’m asking.”

  She nodded as her hand came up to cup my cheek, the roar of the ocean backdropping our lust. I could feel my body weakening against her. I could feel my guard dropping. I hadn’t come with that type of fury since I took her that night so many years ago. No woman I had been with since her had ever compared. Chanel was the girl who set a standard in my life, and no woman I had attempted to date had ever come close.

  And now, Chanel had taken that standard to new heights.

  I knew I was in trouble, but I didn’t care.

  All I cared about was having her in my arms for as long as I could, no matter what that meant for me after this cruise.

  CHAPTER 9

  CHANEL

  “Oh, shit! Do you remember that time Emma Deese took a dive off the bleachers and broke her nose? What the fuck? Does anyone remember that?”

  “Tommy, I think you’ve had too much to drink,” Ana said.

  “You mean no one remembers that?” Tommy asked.

  “I’m sure Emma does,” I said.

  “I remember that, actually. Does anyone know why she did it?” Rhett asked.

  “I figured it was some bonehead challenge or some shit,” Ana said. “The cheerleaders at our school weren’t the brightest of characters.”

  “Don’t let them hear you say that,” I said. “They might take offense and dive right off this ship.”

  Dinner that night was going wonderfully. Rhett and I had slept through lunch, and I’d woken in his arms. It had been a wonderful feeling, one I hadn’t been sure I was ever going to experience. We showered together, and we explored one another’s bodies a little more. Then, I’d slipped into my room just as Ana was getting back. If she was curious as to where I had been, she made no mention of it. So, I let it slide and tried not to worry about it.

  “I’m glad to see you two have kissed and made up,” Tommy said.

  “What?” I asked.

  “You and Rhett! Fuck knows he couldn't stop talking about you before this damn trip,” Tommy said.

  “The fuck are you talking about?” Rhett asked.

  “You what?” I asked.

  “Yep. He was all worried you would hate his guts or not remember him or something. He was being a real pussy about it, but it looks like you two are fabulous!”

  “Yep. Tommy’s drunk. When he starts using words like ‘fabulous’, he’s drunk,” Rhett said.

  “Not gonna lie. I expected Chanel to hate you a lot more than she apparently does,” Ana said.

  “I just want the past to stay in the past. We’ve talked, it’s in the past, and now we’re all moving forward,” I said.

  “Uh-huh,” Ana said. “Well, if he hurts her again, I’m gonna chop his dick off.”

  “You would have to catch me first,” Rhett said.

  “And he’s a fast fucker. Don’t let his size fool you,” Tommy said.

  The night was going well. Luke was nowhere to be seen, dinner was full of laughs, and the drunker Tommy got, the more obscure memories he began to pull from his memory banks. I had no idea how he could remember all this shit. I had forgotten at least half of it, but some of the stories were too good for me to forget again, so I was jotting them down in a notebook I was carrying around with me.

  “All this shit’s going on your website, isn’t it?” Tommy asked.

  “If it does, I don’t want to forget it. I’ll make sure to warn my audience that they’re the drunken ramblings of a real-life man whore,” I said.

  “She called you out, Tommy! You gonna take that shit?” Rhett asked.

  “If I wanna fuck her friend tonight, then, yep,” Tommy said.

  “At least he’s honest about it,” Ana said, shrugging.

  “The two of you are weirdly perfect for one another,” I said.

  “The man can throw down in bed. Sorry, Rhett,” Ana said.

  “Why are you apologizing to me? This man brags about his sex life enough for me to know the most intimate of details, and I’m not proud of that shit,” Rhett said.

  “What?” Ana asked.

  “I hear you like that little foot thing he does,” Rhett said.

  I threw my head back and laughed as Ana’s cheeks began to burn. She got up and walked away from the table, and Tommy got up to go after her. I pushed his shoulder, laughing so hard tears were pooling in my eyes.

  “That was terrible,” I said.

  “The funny thing is, I made that shit up. I have no idea what the two of them have been doing, but now I’m curious,” Rhett said.

  That made me laugh even harder, and I leaned into his body for support.

  “I’m glad you’re having a good time,” he said.

  “Oh. My stomach. Hold on. I gotta breathe.”

  I drew in a few deep breaths as Tommy ran up to the table.

  “We’re going dancing. You guys wanna come?” he asked.

  “You up for some dancing?” I asked.

  “If you dance better than you did at prom. I still think you broke my toe,” Rhett said.

  “Dick. Come on. Let’s go dance,” I said.

  We made our way to the dance hall on the ship, and there was a slow song playing. I felt Rhett slip his arm around my waist and pull me to his chest. His other arm held mine out, our hands clasped as we swayed together underneath the dim lighting of the room. His brown eyes sparkled with delight as I melted into him, our bodies swaying as one in our little slice of heaven.

  “You remember those winter balls we used to attend?” Rhett asked.

  “I do,” I said. “My mother made me buy a new dress every single time.”

  “And you looked beautiful in every single one of them,” he said.

  “Those were so much fun.”

  “They were. We had a lot of fun together in high school.”

  “Remember how we would always go to the football games and then walk around the campus underneath the stars?” I asked.

  “I knew how much you loved doing that, yes,” he said.

  “You didn’t?” I asked.

  I looked up into his eyes as a grin tugged at his cheeks.

  “I was secretly clocking the scoreboard for the football game,” he said.

  “Rhett! Why didn't you tell me you actually wanted to watch the games?” I asked.

  “Because I saw how your eyes lit up whenever I would take your hand and pull you away from everything. It’s
my favorite memory of you.”

  The music changed to an upbeat song as Rhett twirled me around. His hand threaded around my waist and pulled me into him as our hips began to sway. He was a much better dancer than I remembered him being. I slid my hands around his neck, allowing my fingertips to dance along the back of his neck as we started to grind on the dance floor.

  I looked around for Ana and found her dancing with some random guy who wasn’t Tommy. I shook my head as Rhett and I continued to dance, losing ourselves in the beat and the friction of our bodies. One song turned into two, and two morphed into four, and soon, Rhett and I had been dancing for over an hour and sweat was pouring down my back.

  “Would you like to take a break?” Rhett said.

  I turned around and looked up at him as Ana came stumbling up to me. She had yet another guy on her arm, and the two of them were beyond drunk. I giggled at her as she tried to talk to me, stumbling over her words through half-hooded eyes. I looked up at Rhett and saw him scanning the crowd. He pointed once he found what he was looking for.

  “Tommy’s over there,” he said. “With … some chick.”

  “I’m serious. The two of them are more perfect for one another than they realize,” I said.

  Ana giggled and slapped my arm, drawing my attention away from Rhett as she threw her arms around me.

  “I love you so much,” she said.

  “Love you, too, girl,” I said.

  “You’re just so awesome. And if you don’t hit that at some point this week, I’ll be so disapp-point.”

  “You’ll be disappoint?” I asked. “I thought you didn’t like Rhett.”

  “Who’s Rhett?” she asked.

  “I’m Rhett,” he said.

  Ana looked up at him, craning her neck back before her jaw fell open.

  “He’s hot as fuck! Nail him tonight,” Ana said.

  “Uh-huh. Yeah. Well, make sure you get back to the room. Or a room. And sleep all this off,” I said.

  “Don’t worry. I got me a slab of meat I’m, uh, what?” Ana asked.

  I threw my head back and laughed as she stumbled off with the guy on her arm. I watched her for a little while, making sure she wasn’t with some asshole who was going to take advantage of her. But if anything, she was pulling him around, completely in charge of the situation.

 

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