She glanced at Ciara. “I was going to ask you to come back to mine, since I didn’t drive here.”
“I’ll get you home. It’s not like I’m a stranger.” Sal shifted to stand between her legs and squeezed her ass. “Relax.”
When he lifted her, she grabbed his shoulders. “Don’t drop me.”
“I won’t.” He settled her core over his erection and rocked his hips again. “Been dying to do this to you again. I can feel how wet you are. I want these panties.”
She bit her bottom lip. “You can have them. Take me in back and fuck me.”
“Wish I could.” He leaned down and whispered, “Thought you being here would make it awkward between us.”
“Not possible.” She pressed her lips to his and dug her nails into his skin.
He moaned, unwilling to put her down. Just as his tongue touched hers, a bouncer hurried toward them. “No, it’s OK.” He set her on her chair. “She’s my… my girlfriend.” He groaned when the big man walked away. “Sorry. They get a bit annoyed by kissing.” He leaned down and brushed his lips over her cheek. “Please don’t leave after the show.”
“I’ll meet you outside.” She slid her panties off and offered them to him. “As requested.”
A growl echoed in his throat. “You’re dangerous.” He stuffed her underwear inside his own and winked. “Don’t let me down.”
“Oh, I won’t.”
CHAPTER SIX
“You positive you want to wait for him?”
Roselyn nodded at Ciara as they stood outside the club hours later. “Like he said, he’s not a stranger. If Devin trusts him, I can. Worse comes to worst, I’ll take a cab home.”
“You call me if anything goes wrong.”
“It won’t. Anyway, I can take care of myself. I once flipped him on the deck.”
Ciara’s jaw dropped. “Whoa! Seriously? What did he do to deserve it?”
“He said I couldn’t.” Roselyn chuckled. “You know me.”
“Yep, need to prove to all guys you’re better than them.”
Roselyn rolled her eyes. “Not funny.”
“But that’s you. If a man makes you feel inferior or tries to be a gentleman, you react by challenging him. Most guys don’t appreciate that.”
“And I don’t appreciate them acting all superior.”
Ciara sighed. “Opening a door for you is not an act of dominance. It’s just being nice.”
Several strippers exited the building and winked at them. Roselyn looked them over but didn’t get the same reaction she did to Sal. “I’ll try to relax around him.”
“Good. You’ve already proven to him you won’t take any bullshit.”
“True.” Roselyn’s eyes lit up when Sal appeared. “Hey.”
He grinned as he approached. “Hey yourself. Glad you’re here.”
“You had doubts?”
“Kinda.” He shrugged. “You didn’t seem interested in starting anything back in Dutch.”
Roselyn snatched his free hand. “I was interested, but I was in a position of authority. It wasn’t right.”
“You’re not my deck boss anymore.” A slight tug brought her to him. “No more obstacles.” His lips pressed to hers, and his eyes closed.
Stunned, she clutched his arms. When he pulled back, she glared at him. “I don’t like to be manhandled.”
“Wasn’t my intention. Thought you’d like aggression.”
She frowned. Damnit! How does he know? “It’s all right.” She adjusted her dress and stepped back. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
Ciara grasped her forearm. “Are you still sure about this?”
“Yes.” Roselyn smirked and peeked at Sal. “I’ll be just fine.”
Sal lifted a hand. “I swear she’ll get home safe and sound.”
“OK then. See you tomorrow.” Ciara waved and started for her car.
Roselyn wove her fingers through Sal’s. “So… where do you live?”
“Like ten miles north of here.” Sal slung his bag over his other shoulder and led her to his pickup truck. “Traffic was a bitch getting here, but it should be good now.” When they reached his vehicle, he opened the passenger door.
“Do you want me to drive?”
His eyebrows rose. “Huh?”
“You opened the wrong door.”
“No I didn’t. I opened it for you.”
Roselyn almost gave a rude retort, but then Ciara’s words came to mind. Why does chivalry bother me? “Thanks, Salvatore.”
“Why do you call me Salvatore instead of Sal?”
“I think it’s sexier. You don’t like it?”
“It’s not that. You’re just the only one who does… besides my mother.”
“Should I call you something else?” She looked up at him and grinned. “Bait boy?”
He groaned. “Real funny.” Maybe this was a bad idea.
“If you were younger than me, I’d call you jail bait.”
He grabbed his crotch. “Bait this.”
“Bait me.” She stuck out her tongue.
“Keep that up, and I’ll need a blowjob.”
“That can be arranged.” She licked her lips in an exaggerated manner.
His dick began to swell, and he shivered. “Are we going to my place for a drink or sex?”
“I’m thinking both.” She grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him close. “How does that sound?”
“Real good.”
He stared at her mouth. Should I? His thoughts faded when she reached up and kissed him. On instinct, he cradled the back of her head and caressed her tongue with his. She pressed him to the side of the cab with her hands on his waist. He ignored the role reversal more because of his spiraling emotions than the fire in his loins.
To her own surprise, Roselyn had more than desire for him. Eyes closed, she relished his tongue against hers. She flashed back to their first kiss. Why does he make me feel so content? His free hand trailed down until he squeezed an ass cheek. She growled and shivered. Content yet horny.
When he fisted her hair and moaned, she popped the button on his pants and slid the zipper down. “Can’t wait.”
Cool air bathed Sal’s crotch, and his eyes widened. “We better leave before we get arrested for indecent exposure.”
“That’d put a downer on our night.”
He panted as she stroked his swollen cock. “Seriously… we’ll get caught.”
“Probably.” She leaned her forehead on his chest and watched her hand move up and down. “But this is so much fun.”
“If we go back to my apartment, you can play with it all you want.”
“OK fine.” Roselyn redressed him. “Let’s go.” She hurried into the passenger seat and closed the door.
“Um, yeah.” Sal picked up his bag and ran around the vehicle. Seconds later, he started the truck and pulled out of the parking lot. “We’re going to my place, right?”
She grabbed his thigh. “Yep, it’s closer.”
He gripped the steering wheel hard, turning his knuckles white. His erection throbbed in his tight pants. Relief had to wait though. When her hand inched toward his crotch, it threatened to distract him. He focused on the road, refusing to glance at his passenger. This woman is determined!
Roselyn watched the cars pass them going the other way, curious where he lived. She squeezed his upper thigh, eager to touch him again. Without trying, he’d revved her up to the edge of control. She’d never met a man she couldn’t wait to hop in bed with.
When Sal parked close to his apartment, he turned. “My place is small, but I have the basics.”
“That’s fine.” She blew him a kiss and exited the car. “I’m not picky.” As soon as he set his feet on the sidewalk, she grabbed his hand and tugged him away from the truck. “Which building is yours?”
He pointed to their left and steered her in that direction. “What would you like to drink?”
“Anything.” She bit her bottom lip when a plan formed in her he
ad. “I’m versatile.”
Once in his apartment, Sal kicked his shoes off onto the mat. While Roselyn did the same, he removed his shirt and tossed it on a chair. “There’s vodka in the-” He stumbled back when she threw her arms around him. “OK. No drink?”
“Shh.” She pressed her lips to his and urged him toward the bed visible beyond a half wall.
He tried to slow her pace, but she didn’t let him. When his legs hit the bed, she pushed his chest, forcing him to fall backward. His head touched the mattress just as she straddled his thighs. Before he could react, she had his pants splayed open.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” He gasped as a soft hand gripped his cock.
She licked her lips. “Yep, exactly what I want.”
“You don’t want to date or something first?”
“Nope.”
He fisted the blanket beneath him. “Um… Um… can we?”
“Can we what?” She leaned down and ran her tongue over the head of his cock.
He punched the bed when his thoughts jumbled from pleasure. “Date… date… can I… take you out?”
“I don’t date.” She sucked half his length into her mouth. The hitch in his breath gave her an incredible sensation.
His mind blank, Sal groaned. She bobbed her head several times, then sucked on the tip hard. “Fuck!”
“OK, that’s fine with me.” She snatched her purse from the floor and pulled out a condom. In order to keep her emotions in check, she had to move things along.
He felt something else and looked down. “Already?” She applied the latex on him with ease and climbed on top of him. “What about-” His eyes rolled back as she sank down on him. “Never mind. Fuck me.”
She planted her hands above his shoulders and rocked back to take him to the hilt. A smirk on her face, she shifted toward him until his cock almost fell out. A slight adjustment directed the head over her sweet spot after she took him in again. She usually seized what she wanted before her partner’s needs came to mind. This feels different though. He likes everything I do to him.
When he met her gaze, she knew she’d been right. His eyes gave away his submission. Bet he’s gonna love this. She rocked back harder. It was her favorite way to get off. Her next move shortened her strokes. The focused friction sent shivers up and down her body. She increased her pace until her hips slammed into his seconds apart. He cried out her name, and she smirked. Knew he’d love this!
The creaking of the bed didn’t faze her in the least. She continued the brutal rhythm until a wave of pleasure consumed her. Her back arched, forcing her to her knees. She writhed over him, grinding into his pelvis. His fingers trailed up her legs, adding to the orgasm in a unique way.
“Holy shit!” Sal gripped her thighs and groaned. “Feels so good.” He pushed up and rotated his hips. “Damn, we fit together like a puzzle. Squeeze me, baby.”
He gasped when her vaginal muscles clenched tighter. Her moan went right through him, bringing on more pleasure. He didn’t want it to end, so he gritted his teeth and tensed his pelvic muscles. Most women couldn’t put in enough effort for him in the cowgirl position. Usually, he needed to be in control to orgasm. Bet she could send me over the edge in any position.
When she seemed to be aware again, his hands slid under her flimsy dress. He caressed her body until he reached her breasts. “Mmm, no bra.” He pinched her nipples before he cupped the globes. “That was insane.”
Roselyn panted a few times before replying, “Haven’t had sex… in nine days.”
“What’re you like after six weeks?”
“Usually I’m not teased for a week with a hot body I can’t have.”
His breath caught when she lifted and dropped down on him. “Can’t last at that pace.”
“You better.” With a smirk, she pulled her dress over her head and wriggled her hips.
“That’s driving me crazy.”
She winked. “It’s supposed to.” Her hands slid to his chest. “Now be a good boy and let me get back to work.”
He bit his bottom lip when her hips rose and slammed down on him. No woman had ever treated him that way. He would never admit he enjoyed it though. OK, maybe to her. She moved faster, taking him to the hilt every time. He kept his gaze on her face, relishing how it contorted as she gave herself pleasure. I could stare at that all day.
Eyes closed, she leaned back and grabbed his thighs. She pumped her hips a few times until she angled his cock to stimulate her sweet spot with each stroke. Her body rocked in a fast rhythm again while his moans affected her in a strange way. She’d never listened to a partner before. Why does his enjoyment mean something to me?
God, that’s fucking hot! Sal stared. Her breasts bounced with every movement. Each time their hips met, she ground into him. He shuttered when she gripped his shaft yet again. Definitely have to get her in my bed again.
Suddenly, her back bowed, and her pelvic bone scraped against his cock. Dammit, woman! His face screwed up as he tried to keep control. You’re gonna catch up to me whether you like it or not! He skimmed her thighs and stopped at the apex. Both thumbs settled at her core.
A faint sensation filtered through Roselyn’s focused mind. She shivered as her pleasure continued to heighten. Within seconds, she realized his rhythmical rubbing of her clit contributed to the rapid buildup. She let go of all but the dual sensations and allowed the bliss to wash over her.
Sal’s fingers dug into her thighs when she squeezed his cock yet again. Can’t take it! Her body began to collapse, so he tugged her toward him. When she slumped over, he held her hips down. Several spurts of semen filled the condom, making him sigh.
When his senses returned, he opened his eyes. “The bed is like a foot from the wall.” He dragged his fingertips down her back. “That was wild.”
“And better than I expected,” she muttered into his chest.
“I didn’t do anything.”
“You can top next time.”
His fingers wove through her hair. “Next time, we take it slower with more foreplay.”
“That sexy ass dance at the club was plenty of foreplay.” She toyed with his beard as she looked up at him. “My panties were so wet, they were uncomfortable.”
“I know.” He winked. “They’re in my bag.”
“Mmm-mmm… I can use that drink now.”
He sighed and kissed the top of her head. “As soon as I can get up.” I’m gonna convince you to date me. No matter what it takes.
CHAPTER SEVEN
“Good evening, Captain Jensen!”
Roselyn turned to her Chief Officer, who normally made it onboard before her. “Evening, Wyatt!” She climbed onto the Spitfire and scanned the deck. “You’ve been working hard already.”
“Darrius and I set up out here.” Wyatt checked the batch of fishing poles closest to him. “Bryon is inside making sure the tables and seats are clean. Christie is in the wheelhouse running down the checklist.”
“Evening, Pablo.” Roselyn waved to the boat’s engineer when he stepped outside. “Everything look good for this trip?”
“Yes, ma’am. No problems, and we have all I need in case something goes wrong.” Pablo grabbed the toolbox he’d left on the deck. “I replaced the lock on your cabin door. The key is on the long dresser.”
“Thank you for all you do.” She watched him inspect the deck for a moment. “I should head upstairs.”
“Me too.” Wyatt followed her to the stairs. “We have a full guest list. The winter trips have all been at capacity.”
She cocked an eyebrow. “That’s good for the bottom line, but please let me know if it overwhelms anyone.”
When they entered the wheelhouse, Christie Hanson, the second officer, approached them. “We’re ready to go. Should I head down to greet the passengers?”
“Yes, thank you.” Roselyn sat in her chair and glanced at the controls. “It’s good to be home.”
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Sal walked down the dock past several fishing boats. When he spotted the bow of the Spitfire, he nodded in appreciation. He’d expected a small boat, not a luxury yacht. This’ll be a lot more fun.
A fellow stripper had invited him to join his family fishing trip. He missed the water. Usually he drove north to The Delta to catch bass. Sureño Bay was closer. I wonder if Roselyn fishes out of here. Maybe I’ll stop by and see if she wants to have a drink after this.
He rarely had Saturday night off. Failure of an inspection had unexpectedly shut down The Total Package. He hoped they got it sorted so he wouldn’t have to find another club to dance at.
When he walked up the gangway, he waved at his friend Chris. “This is a beauty!”
“Only boat I’ll go out on.” Chris shook his hand and waved at the others in his group. “I plan to teach my nephews all there is to know about fishing. Hope you can help.”
Sal nodded. “Can do. I’ve been fishing all my life.”
“Exactly why I invited you. We needed a master onboard. By the way, nice pole.”
“Thanks.” Sal lifted his favorite saltwater rod. “I have a huge collection.”
“Of course you do.”
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Once Roselyn steered them out of the bay, Wyatt bumped her arm. “You seem fidgety today.”
“I’m restless. No idea why.” A mental image of Sal naked made her shiver.
“Something’s up.” Wyatt watched her expression and grinned. “You met someone in Alaska.”
Her head whipped around. Does he read minds? They’d been sailing together for almost five years, so she should expect he’d figure it out. “I kind of met someone.”
“You don’t kind of meet people. Is it a man you plan to see again? Or a woman?”
“I’m not gay, just not into relationships.”
Wyatt frowned. “I keep telling you to leave your heart open for your soulmate. He’s out there searching for you. When you meet, you’ll feel something in your gut you can’t explain. It will be impossible to forget them… no matter how far apart you become.”
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