Sexy Seaman

by Steele, Paige

  My blood starts to boil instantly.

  “What?”

  Maci’s face turns a shade of red that haven’t seen before on her. She’s clearly embarrassed. She doesn’t say anything.

  “Who was it?”

  When she doesn’t answer, I turn to Eric.

  “I asked who it was?”

  “I think they call him Rocco,” he replies.

  “Good to know.” Suddenly I have no appetite. I turn and start to head toward the stairs that’ll lead me right near them. I think it’s time I set them straight, because now I’m fucking pissed and it’s not just because she’s my girl. I stop for a second to gather my thoughts; is she really my girl, did I have a right to say that? Whatever…I’ll think about that later.

  She’s hot on my heels as I set my foot on the middle of a step, about halfway up the stairs. Reaching forward, she grabs my arm.

  “Stop.”

  “Maci, let go and go back down.”

  “No.”

  “No?”

  “I am your captain and I’m telling you to go back down.”

  “Oh, so you’re my captain now? Is this how the captain would act toward all his crew members?” She’s speaking in a low tone, but I’m not certain whether or not the others can hear us.

  “Yes, actually it is. I will not have any man, grab, slap, or touch the ladies on this boat, but if I’m being honest, it goes for especially you.”

  She hesitates for a minute before saying anything else, “I just don’t want you saying anything that’ll not earn the crew a good tip. We’ve all worked really hard on this last charter.”

  “Don’t stress about that.” I don’t want to tell her, even if these assholes don’t even leave a dime, I’ll make sure they all receive a tip…personally. I’ll wire money to each of their accounts; they’ve earned it.

  “Okay.” She looks defeated but still as beautiful as ever.

  I can’t help myself, I lean down, placing a tiny kiss quickly to her lips; then I proceed toward my pursuit.

  “Good afternoon, gentlemen.”

  “Captain, it’s a beautiful day for a cruise, huh?” Antonio, the primary charter guest, asks.

  Looking at all of them directly in the eye, before I meet the eyes of the man paying for this luxury vacation, I want to make sure my words sink in their drunken minds.

  “It is. You are on my boat for another twenty-four hours, with that said, I know how much you enjoy your liquor and I can respect that, but now I’m going to require you to also respect the ladies who work for me and that have been busting their asses making sure you have everything you need.”

  “Of course, Captain,” he replies with creased eyebrows.

  He seems clueless with what I’m talking about, so I’ll spell it out for him so there’s no confusion.

  “One of your friends slapped the ass of one of the ladies.”

  The fucker laughs, and it only throws fuel on my fire.

  He looks over at his friend and I can honestly say, he himself, doesn’t look too happy or so I thought.

  “Bro, knock it off.” Then he smiles at him. Asshole.

  “Okay, I’ll make this perfectly clear to you. If anything like that goes on during the rest of the time you’re on board, I’ll pull this vessel over to the closest port I can find, and your asses will be off. Understood, gentlemen?”

  “Understood,” they all reply with the same straight face I’m giving them. I’m not fucking around either; I’ll do it.

  It’s eleven at night. I’m exhausted. I know one of the engineers will be up in two hours to take over so I can get some much-needed sleep before we finish this cruise out. It’ll give me the energy to keep going. But when she walks in, I’m at a loss for words. Knowing she was on the late shift brought a sense of hope that she’d find her way up here at some point.

  “Hey, Sweet Pea.”

  Chapter Ten

  Maci

  I love hearing him call me that; his words of endearment.

  “Hey yourself, Reed.”

  He smiles at me, knowing I spoke his first name and not his title.

  “I like hearing you call me that.” I smile in return, knowing I had the same thoughts a minute ago.

  “I just came up to see if you needed anything?”

  “I can think of a few things, but they’ll need to wait until the rest of the crew has departed the boat.” The wicked smile on his face is telling…telling me his dirty thoughts without actual words.

  “You’re naughty, Captain,” I say, returning his smile.

  “By the look on your face, I’d say you are having the same thoughts, only you don’t want to admit it.” My face heats up and my stomach flutters with butterflies flying around.

  He slides off his stool and takes my hand in his; walking me toward his room, a hundred more butterflies start flapping. What is he going to do?

  Within seconds I’m up against his wall, away from any eyes that might come in the room. His mouth is on me, while his hands cage my face; mine find his hard chest. I grip his shirt tightly, as he assaults my mouth with his. God, it’s hot…he’s hot. There is a seductive game of chase going on with his tongue and mine, as his hands tangle in my hair, tugging slightly. My head falls back, enough to give him access to my neck; he licks, kisses, and sucks his way down it and back up.

  “God, I want you,” he whispers in my ear, while he continues to press me in place and with the feeling of his hardness against me, he couldn’t deny it even if he wanted to.

  “The feeling is mutual,” I have to admit it as a pool of wetness has found my panties during this exchange of lust.

  My fingertips find the waistband of the shorts he’s wearing, they dip in enough to pull his shirt out. I need to touch his skin; I know it’ll give us the same electricity it always does.

  He pulls back to look me in the eyes, they are dilated with desire. I rake my fingernails down his six-pack before they find his waistband again. As my fingers stay in place, my thumbs skim just inside the black material. Sliding them back and forth, I can feel his cock twitch with my own advancement toward him.

  Letting go of my hair, his hands find my skort. Raking his hands up, stopping when he remembers these aren’t actually skirts.

  “Fuck, remind me why I thought these were good uniforms.”

  I giggle before I say anything in response to him. “I assume it’s because we have to bend over a lot, and you don’t want us flashing the guests.”

  “I wouldn’t mind a little flash right now.”

  Being a little more daring than I have been in the past, I lift my shirt until my breasts are shown to him.

  “Good God, do you only own see-through bras?” He stares at me as his eyes pool with lust.

  “No, but I do wear them when I have a reason to.”

  “What was your reason today?”

  “I knew I’d be on the late shift and I’d see you.”

  “So, you were hoping I’d see it?” he asks and my eyes look down. I’ve been bolder than I’ve been in my past, and now I’m dipping in even more than I ever have.

  Tipping my chin up, he forces our eyes to lock. “Why shy now?”

  “I don’t know, to be honest. I guess I’ve never done this before?”

  “What? Messed around in the captain’s room?” I know what he is doing, trying to break my embarrassment, easing my worry.

  “No, you know what I mean. Sneaking around, trying to hide what we’re doing from the others…and if I’m being totally honest, I guess I want to know where you see this going? Since tomorrow we are done?”

  “Well to be honest, you have two days left on the boat, as there is a day of cleaning before you depart, but if you’re asking what happens after that…”

  I cut him off, “You know I am.”

  “Then I’ll tell you I want to see you after all this. I want to take you out on a real date then take you back to my place. From there, we’ll start on first base, and if we decide to go for a
home run then we do, if we don’t, we don’t. We take it one day at a time and see how things go off the boat, I just know I want to continue to see you.”

  “I like your plan…but baseball?”

  “I thought it was sweeter than saying…I want to touch, kiss, and lick every inch of your body, then I want to bend you over the bed and fuck you until you can’t walk the next day.” The smirk spreading across his face tells me he isn’t kidding, that he’ll make good on that promise.

  My entire body is heated and I’m dying to be fully alone with this man. He brings feelings out of me that I didn’t even know were possible. I want to explore them and so much more with him. I can only imagine what’s going to happen when we don’t have to hide around the corner from others.

  “No words?” he asks.

  Biting my top lip at the thoughts swimming around in my mind has me at a loss. I shake my head while staring straight into his gorgeous blue eyes that match his perfect face.

  He steps back until he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, bringing me with him. I’m sitting on his lap sideways when he starts to talk again, “I hope your silence means we’re on the same page, and that you can’t wait until we’re alone too.”

  “Definitely on the same page,” I say, placing a tender kiss to his lips that he deepens instantly.

  We are lost in each other for a moment before he pulls back enough to look at me again. “It’s going to be a long forty-eight hours; trying to keep my hands to myself is going to be hard.”

  “I’d say that’s not the only thing that’s going to be hard.” I wiggle my ass against his length, causing a groan to come from his throat.

  Dropping his head back, he growls, “You’re going to kill me.”

  “Haha, just know you aren’t the only one suffering.”

  “If it wasn’t for these stupid shorts thing you’re wearing, I would have my fingers dipping into your wetness, so I could see just how affected you are.”

  The thought of his hands on me has me squirming in my seat…which causes my seat to groan again. “Oops, sorry.”

  He pops up and places me on my feet. “I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted something or someone so bad.”

  “The feeling is mutual.”

  “Until the next time we’re alone.” He kisses my lips and we walk out of his room.

  It’s a good thing there are engineer’s downstairs making sure we are on track to where we’re headed; also that this big boat can kind of stay on course, or we would have crashed in the last twenty minutes.

  “I still want to hear your decorating ideas for this boat, as well as others that the company owns. So, I hope you’ve been writing down your thoughts and keeping a list.”

  “I have for this one, but I haven’t even seen the other boats to know.”

  “I can arrange that. There will be several back at the dock when we get there; then the rest of them will be returning in the next week, so there definitely will be opportunities to see most of them.”

  We say our goodbyes for now, and I return to the laundry room.

  * * *

  Our guests are walking toward us to leave the boat. It’s been a long week with these guys. I feel like I need a shower after they exit; they were drunken messes the entire time. I cleaned up after them without complaining, but I’m ready for it to be over with. They are much nicer guys sober; hopefully they will realize that and intake a little less alcohol on their next vacation.

  “Captain, your staff put up with a lot but came through every time we needed them,” Antonio, the primary guest, says directly to him, then he looks at the rest of us. “Thank you, everyone, for meeting and exceeding every crazy request we had, this is for you all. Thank you again, Captain.” They shake hands before the group walks away.

  “We’ll have a tip meeting in fifteen, in the upstairs lounge. And let’s not forget the champagne, I think we all deserve it after that.”

  There are shouts of “Amen,” “You know it,” “Yes,” “Fuck yes we do,” as well as others. As all of us head to our cabins to change into our kelly green polos and black shorts, I think how much I agree with them.

  We’re all gathered together, sitting on the two long couches, while the captain sits in a chair in front of us.

  “I think we are all in agreement, that was one of the longest charters of our lives. There is a very short list of the people I know who could put up with all the shit you all did; I’m impressed. You all handled it with class and professionalism. I want you all to know it didn’t go unnoticed. With that being said, you all earned this,” he said as he raises the envelope full of money in the air.

  “Those fuckers are lucky they have the teeth they came with,” Eric says, and it earns him a high five from the other guys and a round of laughs from everyone.

  “Agreed,” is all the captain says. “Now let’s talk money, shall we?” He smiles and I’m a goner. He’s so hot sitting there with authority, yet relaxed.

  “Yes, please,” Marie agrees.

  “Okay, well at least they tip well,” he chuckles, “how does twenty-four hundred apiece sound?”

  “Fuck yeah,” Rob lets out.

  Captain Nichols passes out the money and we are all fanning ourselves with it; it seems to be the tradition when we get a nice tip. I get up to get the tray with glasses filled with expensive bubbly, and I trip over the leg of the table in front of me. Thank God for the couch; my hand flies out and I’m able to catch myself with it before I land on my ass in front of everyone. Shit, I’m sure they all saw me, as it’s hard to be graceful when you’re going down.

  “Maci, do you have two left feet or what, girl?” comes from Brittany.

  “Not sure, but I’m beginning to think so.” That is true too. I don’t think I’ve tripped so much in my life.

  Looking around as I stand at the bar, we lock eyes. His smile makes my panties melt away and I’m instantly wet with need of his touch. He raises his eyebrows, letting me know he’s completely aware of the effect he has on me. I’m in so much trouble with this man. I can’t think of anyone I’ve dated in my past who has ever given me the feelings I have for him. I don’t know if it’s being on a boat with him for almost seven weeks or what, but I’ve fallen hard for him.

  After each of the crew members have a glass in their hands, there’s a toast given by Eric. He seems to be the joker in the bunch of guys; it’s probably why he and Brittany get along.

  “Here’s to lying, cheating, stealing, and drinking.

  If you’re going to lie, lie to save the life of a friend.

  If you’re going to cheat, cheat death.

  If you’re going to steal, steal the heart of the one you love.

  And, if you’re going to drink, drink with friends both old and new!”

  Reed and I look directly at each other when the steal comment is said. Does he feel the same way as me? I wonder.

  “Cheers to that!” Derek says, and we all clink our glasses together.

  “Okay, okay,” the captain has to say to quiet us all down. “Are you all ready to get off this boat?”

  “I can say, I’m going to miss you all. We had some bumps along the way, but for the most part, we all got along,” Rob states.

  “Me too, and I want to personally thank you all for taking me under your wing and showing me the ropes. I think I could get used to this lifestyle,” I say in return. I see the captain’s eyebrows raise and I smile.

  “Well, you have twenty-four hours to turn this boat around and button it up for the season. I want to personally thank you all, I’ve enjoyed working with each of you.”

  “Even me, Captain?” comes from Brittany and we all laugh, knowing exactly what she’s referring to.

  “Yes, even you, Brittany.” He rolls his eyes with a little chuckle.

  One last clink of our glasses before they are all empty and we start to walk away.

  “One last thing,” everyone turns back around to the captain, “I’ve arranged for you all to go to
a couple of my favorite places tonight. It’s on me, so don’t worry about spending anything. The cars will be here at five; you’ll first be taken to Blue Eyes Italian Restaurant. You’ll have the best seat in the house to see the skyline of Manhattan. Then, you’ll head over to Carlos’s Bakery. Carlos himself is going to give you a cooking demonstration. You’ll make whatever he’s decided on and hopefully you get a good dessert to enjoy, as long as it’s edible,” he chuckles, “but no worries if not, I’ve arranged for you all to take home a box of his goodies. It’s my thank-you to you all for such a great charter season. Enjoy.”

  A round of thank yous are shouted around the room before we all find our cabins to change. My interrogation starts the minute my foot steps in the room and our door shuts.

  “Spill it!”

  “What are you talking about?” I turn my body and especially my face away from Brittany. I don’t need her to see the lies written all over my face. I’m not a good liar, that’s why I never do it. I have a feeling I know exactly what she’s referring to so I have to plead the Fifth.

  “Girl, you don’t have to hide anything from me. Jesus, any idiot could feel the electricity between the two of you. It was practically zapping us all when we stood in that circle.”

  “Who? What?” I giggle.

  “Don’t play stupid, you know what I’m talking about.”

  I remove my white shirt and pull my polo over my head, as I get spun around.

  “What?”

  “You know what! You and the captain. Are you fucking him?”

  “No, I have not.” I figured I’m not lying about that, so I can say that with ease.

  “But you’re into him?”

  “I might be.” Okay, what can I say; I cave under pressure.

  “And he’s clearly into you, in fact I think he wants to be ‘in’ you.” She throws the quotes in the air. It causes me to smile thinking about what he’s said to me.

  “I guess.”

  “What do you mean, you guess? He’s throwing his eyebrows up, smiling in your direction, and fucking you with his stare. Like I said, the others are blind if they didn’t catch on.”