Sexy Seaman

by Steele, Paige

  “Ladies, I’m getting some sun before we go out tonight, who wants to join me on the sundeck in two hours and fifteen minutes?” Clearly, Marie is giving us fifteen minutes to get our suits on and to get out there after we’re done with work.

  “I’m in,” I speak up right away. Lord, lying in the sun is so relaxing and I could totally use some downtime with my earbuds in, listening to some music from the seventies and eighties. My brother and I both love that kind of music and it brings a little bit of home here with me. I’m missing them after only a week.

  Before we all walk away, Brittany and Ann agree that they’ll be out there too. We all head to the spots where we will be working before our meeting. I go into the main cabin and walk into the bathroom. I’m bent over scrubbing the shower wall when I hear someone behind me clear his throat.

  Glancing over my shoulder, I expect to see one of the crew guys but instead I see Captain McDreamboat, himself. “What can I do for you, Sir Captain?” Yes, I’m still calling him by his nickname. It’s gotten to be a joke between us.

  I’m pretty sure I hear him say, “A number of things.” But then he clears his throat again and comes in closer.

  “I told Marie but I also want to make sure I tell each of you ladies, please stay with the men tonight. You are in a city where things can get quite wild at night. So please don’t wander off by yourself; even if you’re using the restroom, take one of the girls with you.”

  “For a second I thought you were going to tell me to take a guy with me to the bathroom. Thank goodness you said girl,” I giggle as I stand to face him.

  “No, I would never give you that direction. But please listen to what I’m saying, Maci, okay?” His voice is sincere, along with the look in his eyes. I watch him step even closer to me, touching my upper arm with tenderness. The same zing hits me as it did before when his skin touched mine.

  “I will, I promise, Captain Nichols.”

  “Thank you, Maci.” His hand slides down to my elbow before letting go.

  Immediately I feel the loss of connection from him, please touch me again. We stand in front of each other, eyes locked, with no more words exchanged when I hear Brittany come in.

  “Hey, girl, you almost done in here…oh hey there, Captain.” She changes her tone after seeing him. Suddenly she has a sexy tone to her voice.

  “Hello, Brittany, I’m glad you came down here.”

  “Oh yeah?” She walks in closer to him, flipping her hair over one shoulder and tilting her head back exposing her neck.

  “Yes, I just spoke to Marie and now Maci,” he glances at me before looking back to her, “I want you all to stay as a group tonight. You don’t know the area or all the creeps out there. Please don’t get separated.”

  “Will do, Captain. Or you could go with us and make sure I’m safe. I mean…that we’re all safe.” She is a terrible flirt to be honest. She tries too hard. The guy doesn’t have to wonder if she wants him, there’s no playing hard to get there. Yep, she’d lie on the bed right behind him if he said to do it.

  “Well, I need to go find Ann, if you’ll excuse me.”

  He doesn’t say another word as he walks past Brittany to leave. I’m grateful for her watching him walk out because I am doing the same thing and it means I won’t be caught in the act. I turn back around quickly when he’s out of our sight to resume my cleaning.

  “I should be done in here after this, maybe ten or fifteen minutes more.”

  “’K, I stripped all the beds and started the laundry. There are already two loads done from this morning and after I switch it around again, we should be down to about four loads, which is manageable to do tomorrow before the next guests arrive.”

  “Sounds good. I’ll be down in just a little bit.”

  “I’m going now to change, I’ll wait for ya. We can give Captain McDreamboat something to look at out his big window above us. And I got a little hot pink number for him.”

  I hadn’t thought about that…Hmmm, now she has me thinking. What do I wear? My white string bikini or my black one with red ties on the sides…hmmm, the black one for sure.

  I quickly wrap up what I am doing, I know I’ll have to rewipe everything down again tomorrow morning, so I’ll do my double-check of the entire room then.

  We walk out with towels in our hands, our little cover-ups on, shielding our extremely tiny suits. Passing the bar, we both grab a water before meeting up with Marie and Ann. They are both wearing more conservative bathing suits, but they still show enough to make the guys all take notice.

  Sitting down, I haven’t taken off my cover-up yet, I sit and breathe in the fresh air. It’s absolutely beautiful. Leaning my head backward, I let the sun beat down on my face. I’m loving it. I decide it’s time to show off this new suit I bought, especially for this type of day on the boat. Before standing up, I let my head fall farther back, until I can see up in the window behind all of us. There he is. Hot as hell, in a light gray T-shirt and what I’m assuming are shorts. He’s not in his usual attire. I can tell by the way his arms are crossed over his chest, he’s standing with his feet planted firmly, shoulder width apart. He has his sunglasses on so there’s no way of knowing where his eyes are. He’s intense and I love it. Why? I don’t know, no guy has ever affected me like this, especially after only a week.

  Standing up, I slowly lift my cover-up up my body, pulling it over my head. My hair falls out, dropping on my shoulders. I bend over, purposely with my ass pointing directly to the window, as I spread out my towel on the lounge chair. My bottoms were known as cheeky, and that’s exactly what they expose too. The spaghetti string ties sit directly on each of my hips, allowing for a perfect fit. My top is a strappy number. It has a thin string under my breasts that ties behind my back, while at the top of my two pieces of material it has double straps that tie around my neck, giving me double security that it won’t fall down. I may not be busty, but I’m also not small, as I say my full Bs are perfect for me and these triangles I’m wearing to cover them let enough out to say hello.

  Before I sit, I want to add a finishing touch to my window assault. This time I’m facing him, as I gather all my hair up in one hand to throw it up in a clip on the top of my head. I take a glance up to see him still in the same spot as before. I wink, and throw a quick little salute his way. He nods his head, letting me know exactly what I thought…his eyes have been on me the entire time.

  Chapter Five

  Reed

  One of the chief engineers comes up to give me some much-needed downtime as well. I walk out of the flybridge ready to sit and relax. I step on the deck below me and hear the guys all chuckling about something Marco said. They are all gathered around the outside bar, eating the lunch he just prepared for them.

  I watch her out of the corner of my eye as I walk over to them. I’m not real pleased right now. My ears hear a comment coming out of Marco’s mouth, forcing my hands to ball up. I wasn’t sure who he was exactly talking about until I follow his stare, and I see his eyes locked on Maci. At least I think it’s her, but whether it is or not, it doesn’t matter, you don’t ever talk about a woman like she’s a conquest.

  “I’ll fuck her. No one can resist my Italian accent. You’ll see, watch me tonight, boys.”

  They all respond with comments back to him.

  “You don’t stand a chance, lover boy.”

  “In your dreams.”

  “She won’t give you the time of day.”

  “If I wanted to, her black little suit would be on my cabin floor right now.”

  Now I see red, I can’t hold back. All the guys are standing off to my left as I walk up to them. “I’ll only say this once, so listen and listen good to my words. You ever talk like this again on my boat, you’ll be off it. We aren’t in high school or college any more, boys, there’s no using the ladies to prove something to each other. So, either treat the ladies with respect or you can find somewhere else to work. Understood?” There, you fucker, take that.
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br />   “Yes, Captain,” they all mumble out.

  “Good, now enjoy your time off.” Gathering a plate, I decide I need to get away from her, she clouds my thoughts and I have to stay focused. I walk away toward the outside railing; I’m going to go to the opposite end of the boat to have my own quiet time.

  Wanting to grab a Diet Coke, I go through the sliding doors toward the kitchen. I stop dead in my tracks, watching the same hot ass I just saw minutes ago, and it’s in the air again. Yep, it’s the same damn one that caused me to take a quick shower, so I could rub one out before I could even walk out of my room.

  She must have gotten up and walked through the interior, while I was plating my food. She’s swaying back and forth, causing a chain reaction right to my dick. I’m hardening instantly around her. Jesus, Reed, get your act together. Remember what you told the boys, we aren’t in high school or college anymore, there’s no reason to act like this. It’s not like it’s the first girl you’ve seen in such a tiny bathing suit. Good God, it’s a daily occurrence on the boat. But that ass is definitely not one you’ve seen before; this one is perfect.

  I notice her phone sitting on the counter and the AirPods in her ears. She has no idea I’m behind her. A man can only take so much; my feet start in her direction. Her nose is in the fridge, she’s clearly looking for something. She stands straight up as I approach her; she has a Diet Coke in her hand and I take the opportunity to let her know I’m here.

  Tapping her on the shoulder while her back is still to me, she jumps and drops the soda can at the same time.

  “Shit, damn it. Ouch, damn it.” She bends immediately and her ass is backed up directly against me. As much as I feel bad for causing her to drop the can on her foot, I’m glad she has something to distract her from noticing the hardness pressing into her ass.

  “Maci, are you okay?” Without even thinking, I scoop her up in my arms and place her on the counter so I can get a better look at her injury.

  She pulls out one of her earbuds, smiling at me. “What did you say?”

  “I want to know if you’re okay?”

  “Yes, it was only my pinky toe. But you did scare the shit out of me, so my heart might have skipped a beat too.”

  Looking down, I see blood dripping. Reaching over, I grab a paper towel and wet it under the faucet. Wiping up the bottom of her foot and then around the toe carefully, “Let me take a look at it.” One hand holds the heel of her perfectly pedicured foot, while the other one holds her toe with some pressure to control the bleeding. With the help of her red toenail polish, it’s hard to see just how injured she really is.

  Glancing up at her, I see her eyes staring directly at me. I can’t help myself; I reach up and tuck a few strands of her hair behind her ear that came loose from her clip. My fingers linger down her neck. I swear they are doing it all on their own, I have no control over them. Her head dips into my touch and I want more. Her eyes start slowly sliding shut. Lord, she’s beautiful. I don’t want to pull away but I know if I don’t, I’m going to do something I shouldn’t.

  Her hazel green eyes flutter shut before she looks in my direction again; she speaks first, “Umm, Captain, I think you’re supposed to be looking at my toe.”

  “Yes, you’re right.” I glance down then back up at her. “It looks like you’re going to be okay; I think it’s just a little puncture wound to the corner of your nail.” The bleeding has stopped by the time I pull the paper towel away.

  “You can add healer to your list of titles.”

  I chuckle at her before replying, “I wouldn’t go that far.”

  “So, how far would you go?”

  Oh, she is flirting more than before. She intrigues me. I want nothing more than to show her exactly how far I’d actually go.

  “Unfortunately, you may never know.” I smirk back at her, giving it back to her a little.

  Her cheeks are covered with a tint of pink as she responds, “Well, I better get back out there before the girls wonder what the hell happened to me. Plus, I need to get some sun on this pasty skin of mine.”

  “Pasty isn’t a word I’d use to describe you.” Both of my hands are planted firmly on the counter, one on each side of her. My thumbs have a mind of their own as they slide against her outer thighs.

  I’ve never wanted to kiss someone as much as I do her. I close my eyes to gain an ounce of composure before I can help her down off the counter. Our eyes are locked as my hands grip her waist to lift her up, slipping down slowly, she’s a mere inch away from touching my body with hers. Gliding through my hands she’s now standing directly in front of me and the sparks are flying everywhere, in every direction. I need to back away but I can’t seem to do it.

  “Captain, are you in here?”

  And there ya go, bam, the spark is out like water on fire. I drop my hands and she backs away quickly.

  “Yeah, back here.”

  Rob walks in to where we are, but Maci has moved across the room from me. I look over at her one last time before I meet up with Rob as he walks in.

  “Sorry, I was making sure Maci was okay. I scared the crap out of her, and she dropped her can of soda on her foot.”

  “Oh, geez are you okay, Maci?”

  “I am thanks, I cut the corner of my toe. It’s fine. I’m going to head back out, thanks, Captain, for checking on me.”

  “No problem.”

  Rob and I stand there talking about the Jet Skis for several minutes. He thinks that one of them is driving rough. He’s not sure what’s going on with it but he thinks he’s going to have one of the engineers look at it before the next charter, which is good considering the next one involves people I know personally. Plus, we will need them for the remaining charters coming up.

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  I watch as they all walk off the boat at the same time, praying the ladies listen to what I told them and stick together. They assured me they would. Eric let me know they’d be going to Monty’s Raw Bar. It’s known for being close to the water, live music, and an overall fun place to go hang out. But it’s still in a place where there are a shit ton of assholes too.

  My eyes follow her blue dress as she dances away with the girls all in a line. I can’t help but to watch her. I’m sitting in a chair close to the railing, my feet are crossed in front of me and I’m enjoying the warm night air, with a beer in my hand.

  A chime goes off, notifying me of a message. Grabbing my phone off the table next to me, I see a message came in from our next charter guests.

  Tripp – You ready for us?

  Me – More than ready. Buddy, you ready for some relaxation time?

  Tripp – Yes, for sure. Kendall can’t wait to lay in the sun with a drink in her hand.

  Me – Good, I’ll make sure everything is ready for you.

  Tripp – I hope you are prepared for the additional guests we are bringing with us. Lol

  Me – The more the merrier.

  Tripp – They are pistols so be prepared. And I forgot to ask you…do you have Bingo, Scrabble, and decks of cards on board?

  Me – I don’t think so, but I can arrange it if I need to.

  Tripp – It might be a good idea, these ladies are serious players when it comes to games.

  Me – Lol, Ok

  Tripp – See you all tomorrow.

  Me – Until then.

  It’ll be nice to see friendly familiar faces tomorrow. I need a new distraction from the beautiful distraction that is already on the boat. I take myself back into the flybridge to see what is going down with the weather over the next few days. I need to make sure we can get to Nassau in the Bahamas on time, it’s where we’ll dock next.

  I’m ready for bed when I hear voices. Several voices to be exact. The crew is back from their night out. It’s just past midnight; I’m pleased they knew to be back early because tomorrow morning will be here before they know it.

  I think all four women are singing, “One beer turns into a lit cigarette, burnin’ into a two-beer buzz.�
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  The girls stop and the boys start in, “Three beers turn into five and six.”

  They go back and forth with the country song until they all chime in together for the last part of the chorus, “But ain’t it funny what one beer can turn into?”

  I’ll give them credit for coming back early but not for the amount of alcohol I think they all drank. They all seem pretty lit. I think they need a little reminder that I don’t care how they’ll be feeling in the morning, their jobs will depend on them getting up on time. I won’t put up with sloppy drunks, tardiness due to hangovers, or any other bullshit excuses they’ll come up with.

  I walk in to see the girls with their arms around each other’s shoulders and the guys across from them in the same position. Their song is still going on…

  “Hey, Captain, you wanna take the lead?” Eric yells over the singing.

  “He can take the lead with me anytime he wants,” I hear come out of Brittany’s mouth, along with giggles from her and the rest of the girls, except one. I don’t even look over at her, but I do catch the sight of Maci out of the corner of my eye. She’s staring at me with drunk, also very telling eyes. If I don’t break this up, she might as well announce to the entire crew that there is some sort of flirty sexual tension going on between us.

  “As fun as this all seems, I would suggest everyone hitting the sack, as 9:00 a.m. will be here before you know it.” At this point I take the chance to glance around at them all. I’m about to walk away when I hear Brittany one more time.

  “I can make it funner, Captain. You care to join me?” Yes, she’s drunk so I’ll let the term ‘funner’ go.

  “Sorry, Brittany I don’t mix business and pleasure together.”

  “So, I’ll quit…then will you join me in my bunk?”

  “Nope, that’s not going to happen.”