Hooked (WET, #1)

by K. C. Falls

  "Good morning, Mrs. D," I said as I opened the monkey's stateroom door. She hopped onto my shoulder and we went down to the salon level for what had become our morning routine.

  We went into the kitchen and Lara greeted me with that smile I had promised myself I would earn that first time she blessed Mrs. D. with it. It was a gift to treasure.

  "Happy Birthday!" I kissed her lightly and Mrs. D. transferred herself to her all-time favorite female person ever. It was amazing the way the little monkey had taken to Lara after all of her standoffishness and hostility to any other women, including my cousin. Of course Phoebe was terrified of her so that didn't help. Animals, especially mischievous and intelligent ones like a capuchin, sense that kind of fear and exploit it. Phebes was an easy mark for a clever monkey.

  "Thanks. And good morning to you, Mrs. D. How 'bout a big monkey smile?" Lara bared her teeth in an exaggerated grin and Mrs. D. gave it right back. Lara giggled. "I don't think that would ever not get a laugh out of me. She's the cutest little thing ever."

  I came up behind her and cupped her tight little ass in one hand. "No, I think she might be the second cutest little thing."

  "Good morning all." I hadn't heard Richard come through the door. I pulled my hand away from Lara's behind. There was no reason to be embarrassed but the look on Richard's face made me feel like I'd just been caught with my hand in the cookie jar. Not that I needed his approval. What was between Lara and me was none of his business.

  "Mornin', Richard. Seems like I haven't seen you in days." Lara poured two cups of coffee and handed one to each of us. "Breakfast okay downstairs?"

  "Perfect as usual, Lara. You're spoiling us." He sipped his coffee and looked at me. "I've been keeping pretty busy. Crossings don't leave me a lot of time for socializing."

  "Morgan, what can I get you this morning?"

  "Whatever the crew ate is fine, babe." That ‘Babe’ earned another raised eyebrow from my captain.

  "Scoot then, and I'll rustle it on up. Take her with you, please. She’s a terrible beggar and she knows I’ve got cookies."

  I patted my shoulder and surprisingly Mrs. D. obeyed me. It had become more difficult every day to persuade her to leave Lara's side.

  "It's Lara's twenty first birthday today," I told Richard. I chose to ignore his not so subtle looks in the kitchen and carry on as if nothing had changed.

  "What are you up to, Morgan?"

  "What do you mean?"

  "I mean what are you up to with Lara?"

  "We're getting to know one another. I like her."

  "Morgan you haven't liked a girl since you were eleven years old. And then it was your sister."

  "Well I like one now. What of it?"

  "I thought we agreed on some bullshit no-fraternization rule."

  "That was only to keep you from hound-dogging her."

  "And just what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

  "Who died and left you in charge of my life?"

  "Somebody should be."

  "What's it to you, Richard? Have you got something going on with Lara that I should know about?"

  "Naw, man. I just think she's a sweet kid. I'd hate to see her get hurt."

  "Let me clue you in, Captain. I've learned a bit about our sweet kid. There's a steel core in her. She has a mind of her own."

  "She's very smart, too."

  "What makes you think I don't appreciate that? And what makes you think I'd hurt her? Since when was your opinion of me so low?"

  "Oh for fucksake, Morgan. We both know exactly what I'm talking about. I've known you since you were a kid. The deepest relationship you have in this world is with me. And dude, it ain't all that."

  "There has to be a first time, doesn't there?"

  "Are you trying to tell me that you're in love with Lara?"

  "Hardly. Love is a long way off for me, bro." I didn't need to share the fact that the very thought of 'love' translated into the kind of pain that scared the shit out of me. "But like I said, there's something different. I think I'd be foolish not to pursue it. Who knows?"

  Lara came out with my breakfast and set it down on the table. "Aren't you going to sit with me?" I asked her.

  "Not just yet Morgan. I want to hustle in the kitchen so I can enjoy my birthday afternoon to the fullest." She gave me a look that told me all I needed to know. She wanted more of me. She wanted all of me. And that was exactly what I was going to give her.

  Now that I’d had a sample of what that responsive little body could do, I watched her sweet sway as she went back into the kitchen with an even more appreciative eye. She was pure candy.

  "Hey Captain, if you'll lose the lecture mode, I'll co-pilot for a while."

  "Sure, Boss. I've said all I have to say." Richard didn't look too terribly pleased. But he was smart enough not to take it any further. We were friends, but there was still a working relationship. It helped keep him humble.

  "How 'bout it, Mrs. D.? Cockpit time?" The monkey bobbed up and down on my shoulder in agreement.

  The Atlantic had favored us with great conditions. We were making excellent time and that meant we'd reach the Canaries sooner than we thought. Anxious as I was to have a pow-wow with the old man, I really needed a couple of days fishing before I faced land again. I figured we'd start trolling just for the hell of it. We'd have to slow her down to about ten knots, but I was willing to sacrifice a little bit of distance a couple hours a day.

  Richard and I came up with a game plan that started the next day with two or three lines running in the early morning. We'd bring the lines in around nine if we didn't catch anything and kick the engines up after that.

  By the time we reached Tenerife we'd have sea trialed all the gear and be ready to use the tender for some serious action. I was anxious to show Lara what big game fishing was all about. It was something important to me that I'd never even attempted to share with a woman. It was odd. I wanted her to know me. Really know me.

  Eventually she'd have to know about the darker side, too. I wondered when I'd be ready to tell her about it. I was just her age when I finally had a name for my mother's madness. Facetious disorder by proxy. What a mouthful. The official term was only slightly better than the old school one—Munchausen’s by proxy. I often wished the AMA would just call it 'making-a-kid-think-he's-sicker-than-sick crazy'. Not that that was any easier, it just said it better. Or maybe child abuse by thermometer.

  After Clari was gone and my father finally came around to accepting the fact that his wife was mad as a hatter, I did get some help. A little kid thinks he's sick when the people around him tell him he's sick. Any moments of doubt I had were quickly squashed by my mother's inventive imagination. If I wasn't actively battling one of my many 'illnesses' then I was avoiding the next one. It took most of my adolescence for the shrinks to help me understand that I wasn't actually the sick one.

  When it finally sunk in, I hit the world at a full run and never stopped. I stayed inside as little as I could get away with. I took risks and if something brought me down—the flu, a sprain, a blistered back—I fuckin' toughed it out until it went away. Pills never made it past my throat. Not an aspirin, a vitamin or a tab of X. Even the thought of recreational drugs gave me cold chills. I always figured I avoided some trouble that way as a bonus.

  She never hit me. She never even scolded me. To anyone observing our family, my mom was an angel of patience with two unfortunately puny and sickly children. She thrived on the sympathy of doctors, the kindness of nurses and the guilty gratitude my father gave her for taking the burden of my sister and me all on herself.

  No one ever saw those pale blue eyes frost over when Clari and I would laugh too loud for a couple of sick kids. No one else felt the vice-grip of her hand when one of us tried to tell a doctor that it really didn't hurt/itch/burn as bad as our mother said it did.

  I'm sure she poisoned us frequently. No kid has that many stomach aches. She was good at it, too. She knew how to deliver just enough to make u
s puke or double up in pain but never enough to raise a red flag in the emergency room. "Just another case of stomach flu, Mrs. Wolf. Your children are so vulnerable." "Maybe you should see an allergist, Mrs. Wolf. This could be a food reaction." "Some children react to stress this way. Perhaps a quieter environment will help."

  I shook myself out of my terror world. There would be time for true confessions later. Much later. I knew if I really wanted to know someone I had to let that someone know me. But at that moment I wanted to share another kind of knowledge. I wanted to build on what I'd learned about the glory of her willing body.

  Her twenty-first birthday. It was an appropriate day to show her the magic of what I knew our bodies could do together.

  Chapter 17—Lara

  I shook with excitement. I had to get my hands on auto-pilot just to make it through lunch. Morgan snatched a sandwich from the platter I had ready to dumb-waiter down to the crew. I threw him a questioning look.

  "A little plastic meat and cheese sandwich isn't going to kill me today." He leaned into my ear so that Angelo couldn't hear. "No pool today. Come to my stateroom. Leave Angelo to finish." The vibration of his words and the warmth of his breath brought goose bumps to my flesh. "I can't wait, Lara. Hurry."

  He'd been patient, I'll give him that. For a guy like Morgan, waiting almost a week must have been a new experience. I had to admit I was flattered. It wasn't that I had tried to be coy, I was just being cautious. The man was more than I'd ever known. The knowledge was powerful and frightening.

  I showered quickly, but thoroughly. I considered shaving my pussy like the babes he'd had on the pool deck but then I changed my mind. If being different was one of the things that drew him to me, then different I would be.

  The clothes I chose were meaningless. I knew he'd have them off of me without ever noticing I'd worn anything at all. I was right. As soon as he locked the door behind us, he began to unbutton my blouse as he kissed me over and over again.

  I couldn't do anything but yield, happily, to his mouth. His kisses were soft and commanding at the same time. He ran his tongue into the corners of my lips and over my teeth. He teased at the tip of my tongue. Then he possessed my mouth in earnest making me shudder at the intensity of my reaction. I was all his.

  He slid my shorts and panties down to my feet and I stepped off of the pile as he ripped his shorts down his powerful legs. Then he held me at arm's length.

  "You're too beautiful for description." I loved hearing the words. I wanted to believe them. I wanted to believe the way I felt when I heard them.

  We stumbled toward the bed, pawing and kissing and touching everything and everywhere. He laid me back against the bed and stood towering at the foot, all muscle and manhood and all for me.

  I was holding nothing back. He could have me, take me, do what he wanted to with whatever I had to offer. He started his journey at my feet. He must have filed away my admission that they were a responsive part of me.

  When he ran his tongue along my instep I arched and moaned. He kissed the tips of my toes and shifted his attention to the other foot where he performed the same sexy ritual. He was the first man to ever pay such lavish attention to my feet. Fuck it felt so, so hot. I had the feeling that Morgan was going to teach me more than one thing about my body.

  He continued his journey up my leg stopping to tickle the back of my knee with his tongue. His mouth caressed the sweet sensitive flesh and made me want to grab him by the ears and pull his face up between my thighs. But I was wiser than that. He had already shown me how well he knew my body. It was far better to trust his instincts.

  He reached the juncture of my thighs and his lips passed over my folds almost without touching them. The warm air of his breathing was a soft reminder of the nearness of his mouth. His lips were only hinting at what he could do to me there. He slowly moved down my other leg and worshiped the back of my other knee.

  At last he brought his head back between my legs. I ached for the contact of his mouth on my pussy and I could feel the flood of my desire wetting me, dripping down my folds to the sheets below my ass. I groaned with need when he pushed my knees apart and his lips met the petals of my sex.

  When he pulled my flesh into his mouth it took my breath away. The gentle nibbling of those feral teeth inflamed me. He drew his tongue across my opening, flattening it against my clit; putting pressure on my throbbing sex. My clit was achingly stiff when he took it firmly in his mouth and began to suckle me there. I didn't have to tell him how to taste me; I thought he must have been born knowing that about me. Soon I was pushing back against his talented mouth, urging him on. Our pace quickened when he hummed noises of sweet surrender into my pussy. I couldn't have stopped it, my need took hold of my hips and I thrust back against him. His noises increased with the pace of my thrusting body and there was nothing left in the room but the fire he had set in me.

  Orgasm's flames flared somewhere deep inside my core. His growls deepened. He could feel me burning. My climax rolled over me in great spasms that began at my clit and engulfed me. It seared me in leaping flares of pleasure until it reached every cell in my body.

  "Morgan, Morgan. Oh God, Morgan," I said again and again. I pressed his head against my grateful belly and let the aftershocks flicker to ashes within me. He slipped himself over my body and his kisses tasted of the salty embers of my spent fire.

  Now twice he had brought me to a place I'd never known with a man. I could feel the hard need of his cock against my thighs and more than anything I wanted to make it mine. I had to feel his control slip away from him now. Had to know the force of him inside me. It was his turn. It was my turn.

  "Are you ready for me? Will you have me now, Lara?"

  "Yes, Morgan. I'm so ready for you."

  He moved to stand by the edge of the bed and slid me onto its edge. I knew he was going to take me from behind and take me in the most basic way—the animal way. He bent over me and kissed me again, deeply and passionately before he raised me up onto my knees, my ass high in the air in front of him.

  "You have a perfect ass. Just perfect." He slid his hands over both cheeks and then I felt the head of his cock slide up and down over my folds, wetting his erection against me. He slid himself up and down teasing at the opening. I gasped when he ran himself over my asshole and felt a momentary jolt of vulnerability. It was then, ass skyward and presented for his use that I found I trusted him, at least at that perfect moment of found pleasure.

  "Now baby?"

  I managed to mew out a noise that was good enough for yes. Ready had come a long time before that moment. Maybe it had come before I even knew what it would be like to take him inside.

  He entered me. He slid himself in to the hilt and pushed the air out of my lungs. It was a gentle force but he was big. I had never felt so full. So deliciously full. So utterly occupied by man.

  He began to stroke very slowly. I arched against him, trying to take as much of his length inside as my body would allow.

  Then he reached around me and took my hand, placing in down between our legs so I could feel the union of our sex. He groaned when my hand found his tight balls and stroked them in time with his thrusts.

  He moved my fingers closer to my clit and whispered for me to touch myself while he fucked me. It was more newness. More discovery for me. I hesitated for only a second. This man knew me. He knew my body as much as I knew it. He read my desires without my ever giving them a voice.

  "That's it, baby. Do it, make yourself come for me." He thrust faster and harder as my fingers played against my rock hard nub. The more I turned myself on, the more excited he began.

  His breath quickened and his grip on my hips tightened. I listened to the slap of our bodies fill the room. Morgan's urgent grunts became more incoherent, less a human voice than a wild creature.

  "Oh God Now." He thrust into me and held me fast against him and I knew he was there. His climax took me over the edge. I rubbed myself harder and harder bringing the c
ontractions that would milk him until there was nothing left. The hot spurts splashed inside me as my channel pulled against the cock buried deep within me.

  We collapsed onto the bed, panting and utterly spent. His weight felt solid and comforting against my back. After we caught our breath he climbed over me and drew me next to him on the big bed.

  We looked at each other for a long time, just studying each other's face and smiling goofy smiles. It was easy in the afterglow. We traded tender kisses that left questions unasked. The gratitude of desire well sated gave tenderness to the moment.

  We drifted off, wrapped around each other and when we awakened the desire was back. We fucked less urgently, more delicately, but it was equally satisfying for us both. I reluctantly pried myself from his arms late in the afternoon. Duty called. I left him sleeping on rumpled, sex scented sheets.

  ***

  Dinner came and went with no sign of Morgan. Finally, after we'd cleared everything up he padded into the kitchen dressed in only his shorts and looking very much like a rumpled kid who'd overslept.

  "Hi."

  "Hi." I didn't know what was expected. It wasn't a date. I couldn't go home gracefully. I was home.

  "I guess I missed dinner."

  "I can get you something."

  "No. I think . . . I think I'll just have a drink." He reached into the cooler and got out his bottle of Grey Goose. I looked at him, trying to ask him without asking him if anything was wrong. It wasn’t a good time to go all 'needy' on him, of that I was very sure. He saw the questions bubbling up in my face in spite of my attempts to hide them. He came over to me, tilted my face up to his and brushed my lips with a sweet kiss. "It's okay, Lara. It was beautiful. But . . ."

  "But?" WTF was the 'but' about?

  "I'm not used to this. It's me. I don't quite know what to do next."

  I understood. I didn't know either. "It's okay. I know the feeling. Let's just get some rest."

  He looked relieved. Too damn relieved. I could feel the bile of shame gurgling at the back of my throat. Too much, too soon. The siren cry of a big mistake.