Permission to Come Aboard (The Great Outdoors Book 2)

by Shayne McClendon

  Her eyes drifted shut and she pressed her thighs together. He rocked gently into her mouth and her hands stroked up to rest on the tops of his thighs.

  When she had every drop, he exhaled roughly and pulled from the warm haven with his fingers fisted in her hair. Bending at the waist, he claimed her lips and held her still to take it.

  Swallowing her moans as she’d swallowed his seed, he wasn’t gentle with her. He let his hand drift down to cup her breast and squeeze it firmly. Her nails dug into his skin and she gave as good as she got.

  Breaking the kiss, he stared at her for a long moment. “I’m in new territory with you.”

  “Then fuck me and plant a flag.”

  He grinned. “I’ll get to that.”

  There was no time to waste with finesse. He lifted her to her feet and then into his arms. He tossed her to the bed and took in the image of her sprawled with her hair in wild disarray around her head and shoulders.

  Standing naked beside the bed, his semi-soft dick intrigued again by a woman who was full of surprises, he let his eyes take her in from head to toe.

  No fear. No insecurity. No shyness.

  She went up on her elbows and let him look his fill. He got on the bed and crawled up the length of her slowly, licking at her skin as he passed.

  When their eyes were level, he didn’t speak. She didn’t break the connection and she didn’t fill the silence.

  Finally, he gave her a slow smile. “You’re fearless.”

  She winked. “I don’t like to brag.”

  “Settle in. I’m starving.”

  Over his lifetime, Gunner had fucked many women. There were times he was desperate to come due to something specific about a lover if he’d been without for a while.

  Everything about being with Dakota was different.

  It took three months for them to get here but once she made the choice, she didn’t question it. Once she decided Gunner was an acceptable male, she offered him the use of her body and had no reservations making use of his.

  Her sexual power made his heart race and his dick twitch.

  From the softness of her lips to the column of her throat down to her pert breasts with cherry red nipples, he ravaged her.

  As he used his mouth to lick, suck, and bite her, his hands worked roughly over her skin. In return, she pulled his hair and scratched at his shoulders.

  If he was harder with her, she matched him. If he tempered his attention, she scaled hers back.

  The perfect partner.

  Her legs worked to hold him as well, rocking her hips against any part of his body that provided friction over her clit.

  His mouth watered with the need to give it all the attention required. Poised above her, he slid his hand down her torso and around to grip her ass.

  From behind, he stroked lightly over the entrance of her pussy through the flimsy material and watched her grit her teeth. While he sucked her nipple, he circled over her clit.

  “Fuck me, Gunner.”

  Releasing the furled tip, he shook his head. “Not yet.”

  Working his hand between their bodies, he slipped beneath her panties and stroked over her slick folds. Moving his knee spread her legs wider for him and he circled her hard little clit. Her gasp, the way her body arched from the mattress, made him hunger like nothing else.

  In less than a minute, she ground out, “C-coming…”

  Moving down her body, he ripped her thong away. “I need to taste you. Spread wide for me.”

  When she didn’t respond or move, he held her thighs apart to give him access to all of her. As his mouth met her glistening folds, she released a whimper into the room.

  “Please…”

  Wanting the use of both hands, he went to his knees beside the bed and yanked her roughly to the edge. Placing her heels on the mattress, he pushed her knees out.

  “Keep them there. I need to feast.”

  He returned to long licks from her pussy to her clit and worked two fingers deep in slick heat.

  She tried to move, to get more access to him and he pinned her inner thigh with his shoulder. Lifting his head, he could feel her fluids on his cheeks and chin.

  “Take it, Dakota. Let me eat your delicious pussy. You came for my fingers. Now come for my mouth.”

  Lifting at the waist, she held his face and ran her tongue over his skin. “You’re right. I’m delicious. Make me come so you can fill me up.”

  He winked. “One bad bitch.”

  “You know it. I’ll let you work.” She dropped back to her elbows to watch him.

  The new angle let him see her expression while he went back to devouring her wet folds.

  He stroked slowly, adding a third finger, and sucked steadily at the tight bundle of nerves. Curling his fingertips, he gathered her cream to slick them over her clit.

  “I can’t waste a drop. Like sunshine and musk. I can already tell your taste is going to be fucking addictive.”

  “I’m going to pass out…”

  “That’s alright. I’ll revive you.”

  Dropping her head back on her shoulders, she rode the pleasure he’d never been so glad to deliver.

  “So this is what it’s like when a man knows what he’s doing and gives a shit about a woman’s pleasure. Noted.”

  He chuckled against her skin but didn’t let her distract him. Taking his time, he pushed her up again and chuckled against her as she murmured something about a tongue cramp.

  There would be no rushing her pleasure. He could well imagine the bullshit males who’d disappointed her in bed.

  No way in hell would he be one of them.

  Every inch of her body telegraphed another orgasm and when it broke, he intensified his attention. Thrusting harder as he sucked the taut little nubbin firmly, she gasped for air before shouting his name into the room.

  There it was…her satisfaction and a firm stroke of his ego.

  Gunner felt the climax work its way through her and he was hard for her again. The need to be sheathed in her pussy was unlike anything in his history.

  He forced himself to wait, to lick her down gently. When she collapsed against the bed, breathless and sheened in sweat, he retrieved a condom from his jeans.

  If he didn’t get inside her soon, he might stroke out.

  He rolled it on even as he returned to the bed and lowered his body over hers, dragging both of them higher on the bed. He lubricated himself with her fluids, slowly dragging his cock back and forth through her slick folds.

  A full body shiver struck her and she gripped his face in her hands. Her kiss was filled with all the strength and skill he imagined she brought to anything she did. Slowing down, she licked his lips, tasting her own release.

  “Now. Right now. Fuck me, Gunner.”

  He gripped his cock and positioned the crest at her swollen entrance. The heat, the wetness made his eyes roll back in his head. He worked his thick length into her slowly and was fucking grateful when he was fully seated.

  “Hot and so fucking tight.”

  “Plus your dick is all grown up.”

  He snorted. “I don’t need a bigger ego, pretty girl.”

  She smiled. “It’ll never match the size of your dick.” She rocked her hips. “Give me more.”

  “You’re something else and I like it.”

  He kept his eyes on hers as he slid his hands under her back and gripped her shoulders.

  “I want to go hard. Are you okay with that?”

  “Show me what you think hard is.” Lifting, she kissed him again. “It’s something many promise and never deliver.”

  “You’re sure?” She nodded. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”

  Pulling back, he built the force and depth of his thrusts gradually. He wanted to give her the chance to let him know if it was too much.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted her hips to meet him on the down stroke.

  After two minutes, he hammered into her body and worried he was usi
ng too much power. As he considered pulling back, she came around him with a long wail.

  He decided to let the woman determine what she could handle.

  Maintaining the pace, he gave the entire experience the best sex of his life stamp. He’d never been asked or encouraged to unleash his strength with a partner. As a result, he’d always been careful to hold back, to be gentle.

  Dakota Harding demanded he display his power for her pleasure and he felt free in a way he didn’t know was possible.

  “Again.” Her expression announced she was fully on board. “You’re gorgeous when you come.”

  “I wouldn’t know but I’m happy to submit to further orgasms to verify.” She gripped the hair at the back of his neck and he remembered how many years there’d been nothing to grab.

  “It may be wrong but it’s hard for me to come for a man I know I can best in a fight.” She winked. “At my core, I know you could probably take me…so you’re allowed to take me.”

  “Every word out of your mouth makes my dick throb.”

  He pushed her steadily toward another orgasm and she gave him all the room he needed to impress her. His hands tightened on her shoulders, anchoring her for the impact.

  “Play with your nipples while I drive you into this bed.”

  She didn’t hesitate. Watching his face, she put her hands over her breasts and rolled the tips between her fingers. They were aching and distended.

  “They want to be sucked, don’t they? I’ll suck them for you when you come all over my cock again.”

  Her muscles locked hard as her upper body met his with a sharp slap. She screamed his name, her fingers pinching her own nipples in pleasure/pain.

  “That’s it. Coat me.”

  He lowered his mouth to hers and she bit his lip before kissing him aggressively. Her hands moved to his back, holding him with unexpected strength as the climax wrung her out.

  All of it was primal, almost violent, and he threw his head back as his body took over. “Fuck!”

  She milked him like a velvet fist and he roared her name as she took everything he didn’t know he had to give.

  Entangled in pleasure, their eyes met and they silently acknowledged how different it had been for both of them.

  Nostrils flaring, hearts racing, covered in sweat.

  He dragged out their mutual pleasure for a long time until she took everything he had and her own tremors faded. He slowed to a stop buried deep and rested his forehead on hers.

  “Yes. Fuck yes, Dakota. That’s going to be hard to beat.”

  “Challenge accepted.”

  Chapter Eight

  They didn’t move until their bodies return to some semblance of normal. Dakota’s legs dropped to the backs of his thighs. She returned her hands to the back of Gunner’s head as it moved to rest on her shoulder.

  His breath was hot over her collarbone. His hair was a soft contrast to his strength.

  When she said it out loud, he lifted his head to look at her, a tender expression on his face.

  “How are you doing that?”

  “What?”

  “Making me feel young, hopeful,” he told her.

  “Why shouldn’t you be hopeful?”

  “I’m too old for you. Kind of grizzled.”

  She couldn’t help but laugh. “Grizzled? You’re magnificent. Guys my age don’t fuck like you, in my experience. I want more and won’t play coy about it.”

  His expression was stoic and she knew what he was going to say. “I don’t want anyone else to touch you.”

  “I’m self-reliant. I’ll be fine until you visit again.” She inhaled carefully and kept the emotion from her voice. “I realize men are…different in that way.”

  He stared at her for a few seconds before he tightened his arms and pressed their bodies together. “I respect your strength, Dakota. It’s, by far, the sexiest thing about you.”

  No man had ever respected her strength other than her brothers. It was something she’d hidden from most. She schooled her expression to hide how vulnerable she felt.

  He lowered his face to look deeply into her eyes. “I’m not like your father. I’m capable of controlling my urges and I’m not a greedy fuck who wants more than his fair share.”

  “I’m sorry. I don’t think you’re like him.”

  “You don’t know yet and that’s alright. I’ll show you. I’d never ask you to commit your body without being willing, happy even, to do the same.” He smoothed her curls away from her face. “I’ll let the delicious tension build and make it up to you every time I see you.”

  He kissed her for a long time and emotional stress eased she hadn’t noticed building inside her. They laid together in silence, his cock still inside her, until he started to harden again.

  She whispered, “No one has ever been able to give it to me as rough, as hard, as I want it. I’ve never walked away from an encounter actually satisfied. This is all new for me.”

  He got up, disposed of the condom, and got another one.

  Without a word, he took her again.

  Their second time was harder than the first and they didn’t talk at all. He communicated with his body and his eyes, watching her as she fell over the edge of pure pleasure.

  Dakota was still trembling when he pulled away carefully and went to dispose of the condom.

  She said nothing when he used a cool cloth to remove the sweat that covered her skin.

  His hand dipped between her legs and when she stiffened in embarrassment. He murmured, “Let me care for you. Let me be good to the body that was so good to me.”

  After returning the washcloth to the bathroom, he pulled back the comforter and settled her beneath it before joining her.

  It didn’t feel strange to snuggle with Gunner after sex and that was strange in and of itself. She never allowed men to stay after sex but she’d never considered him leaving.

  He tugged her body close, spooning around her as he planted a gentle kiss on her shoulder.

  The silence stretched out but it wasn’t awkward.

  After what they’d shared, there was nothing to say. The steady rocking of the boat carried them into deep sleep.

  * * *

  Pale light shone through the small cabin windows when Dakota’s eyes opened. A soft rap on the bedroom door pulled her from the best sleep she’d had in years.

  Gunner was curled around her and she liked the sensation even though it was strange to be protected in such a way.

  Gently maneuvering out from under him, she slipped from the bed and padded to the door. She shrugged on the short robe draped over the back of a chair.

  She smiled at Chaz on the other side and noted he looked a little tired. A quick glance at his snug swim shorts made her think Shawn was going to have a great view of her brother’s leanly muscled body.

  Over her shoulder, he took in the scene of scattered clothes. Tracking across the room, his eyes widened at the bare muscled back of a man in her bed.

  “Gunner?” he asked softly. She nodded. “Knew it and excellent choice. He’s fucking gorgeous.” He held out his fist and she bumped it. “Right up your alley. I’m jealous.”

  “Please!” she whispered with a laugh. “What about Shawn?”

  “Definitely my speed.” He got a distant look in his eyes before regaining his focus with a little shake. “He’d probably snap my goddamn neck. I’m careful not do anything that could be construed as flirting. It’s safer that way.”

  “You could handle any of these men and I doubt they’d judge you if you showed them who you are.”

  “Not willing to risk it. I’m way out of practice. In more ways than one.” He nodded at Gunner. “He makes you look like a delicate flower.”

  “He doesn’t treat me that way.” She wiggled her brows.

  “Gross. Don’t share that shit with me.” Both of them snickered quietly. “Good for you. Jesus, what was it, like five years since you last got laid?”

  She opened the door wide en
ough to punch him in the shoulder. “Two and you’re an asshole.”

  “Shit gonna rust.”

  “Like you can talk.” She grinned. “I overslept. Are the divers here yet?”

  “Not yet. We have four this morning.” He reached back and pulled her suit off the bathroom door. “I need to check the tanks and gear.”

  “Gunner, Tyler, and Shawn are joining us for the early dive. They have their own gear but need tanks. Ten-year Navy SEALs. You get to ogle some more.”

  She felt bad about not warning him…but not really.

  There was noise overhead and he glanced up. “Sounds like they’re here. I’ll go up. Take your time.” Chaz’s grin was huge. “I love our business. You can’t hide shit in bathing suits.” With a wink, he bounded up the stairs to the deck.

  Gunner sat up as she turned toward the bed. She straddled his legs with the sheet between them. His arms wrapped around her and she felt safe in a way that was rare with another person.

  She rocked her pelvis against him with a sigh. “I need to get dressed but you can sleep more.” Her fingers stroked his cheek.

  “I’m not sleeping. Chaz is right. You can’t hide shit in bathing suits. Might be inconvenient for me considering I’ll be walking around with wood all day.” He gave her a smacking kiss and there was another light knock at the door.

  Smiling, she got up to answer it and took Gunner’s gear bag from Chaz. He looked grim.

  “What’s the matter?”

  His voice was low. “The man’s wearing a fucking swimsuit like mine. I’m not cut out for this. I need to find a nice girl to turn me. It’s too much work.”

  “You tried in high school, college, and the military. It isn’t a fucking phase or a choice. We’ve been attracted to the same men since we were thirteen.”

  She laid her palm on his cheek. “That’s why we moved here. Less stress and persecution, remember? You have a right to be who you are. I wouldn’t change a goddamn thing about you. Take a deep breath and I’ll be up in ten minutes. Um, by the way, where’s Bubba?”

  He attempted a smile. “I told him Gunner came back to find his sunglasses this morning.” His voice dropped. “You didn’t tell them I was gay did you? I’m not up for fighting SEALs.”