Sexy Seaman

by Steele, Paige

  Instantly I’m nervous because we didn’t want the crew to know. I sit down on the bottom bunk to think about this for a second.

  “What’s wrong? I think it’s extremely hot! You’re going to be able to bang the hottest guy here and he’s the captain. Shit, there are a ton of girls who have tried and no one has scored with that man.”

  “It’s not like that. I don’t want to just bang him, as you say.”

  “Oh my God, you fell for him. Like really fell for him. Honey, I don’t think he’s husband material. You might want to just screw him and forget him.”

  “I can’t do that. It’s not me, first of all, and second, I…” I don’t know what I want to say honestly. He isn’t a guy I want to only mess around with.

  She sits down next to me, throwing her arm across my shoulders, pulling me in with her hand so I’m close to her. I drop my head to her shoulder.

  “You got it bad, huh?”

  I nod.

  “I wasn’t supposed to. This was only supposed to be a job for the summer before I had to make a decision on what direction my life was headed.”

  “It happens but you have to think; do you want to stay on land while he travels with other hot stewardesses? Is he really a forever guy? I’m not so sure.”

  “You said yourself that he hasn’t screwed around with any other women who have come on board, so maybe he wouldn’t.”

  “Maybe, but are you willing to risk your heart to find out?”

  The doubt swimming around in my head has me questioning everything we’ve talked about. Do I?

  * * *

  I’m glad I pushed my thoughts to the back of my brain while we went out tonight; I had a great time. These really are great people. I have a feeling Brittany and I will be lifelong friends. But now seeing him through a window as we walk back on the boat has my stomach in knots. He’s in just shorts, and they are exposing his V perfectly, making my mouth water. You can tell his hair is wet from a shower; it’s causing my fingers to itch with wanting to run them through his dark hair. Nothing is hotter to me than a man freshly showered.

  Once we are back on board, everyone goes in different directions, some to the kitchen and some straight to their rooms. Me, I’m one who wanders down to the crew galley, when I’d rather go directly up to him.

  Rounding a corner, I’m pulled into the laundry room, the door is shut, the latch is clicked over, and his mouth is on me quicker than ever before. I can’t even gather my thoughts before my tongue starts dancing with his. His hands start roaming all over me as mine knead his bare chest. I can’t get close enough. Lifting me up on the folding counter across from the washer and dryer, I’m at the right height to feel his hardness against my wetness. My dress immediately glides up with the slide of his hands, making a thin piece of material the only barrier between his fingers and my slick spot. God, I want him to touch me. Like really touch me. I pull him even closer, as his mouth starts descending down my neck. My fingers find the back of his hair and I get lost in his touch and scent. He smells so good, it’s a mix of shampoo and bodywash, the clean and fresh smell that drives you crazy.

  I start grinding against him; I can’t help myself. I’m lost in the connection we have until I hear, “Maci, where’d you go?”

  Brittany…your timing sucks! I scream in my head.

  “You’re driving me crazy,” he whispers in my ear, then drops his forehead to my shoulder. Kissing my exposed skin in my halter dress, goose bumps cover my body.

  “The feeling’s mutual.”

  “Good. Now if all these fuckers would get off my boat already so I could finish what I started, that’d be great!” he says in a low tone, but he puts a little more emphasis on the word great.

  He helps me down, placing my feet on the floor. Now to get out of the room without anyone seeing us might be challenging. I’m about to click over the latch as I feel his hands move up my legs, under my navy blue short, tight-fitting dress. His palms glide over my bare ass in my thong, slipping his hands forward, his fingers linger toward the front of my smooth-shaven pussy. Just the tip of his index fingers glide in each side of my panties, touching me ever so slowly against my lips, never leaving the area to see how wet I am for him.

  “Are you fucking kidding me…you decide to wear these now?”

  Clearly, he found my surprise when my dress moved upward.

  “Haha, oops, sorry, my bad.”

  “Yeah, I’d say you’re bad.” The growl in his voice brings a whole new round of wetness to my panties.

  “I figured if I saw you when I got home, you may want to see them.” I shrug my shoulders, pleading my case, while my back is still against him.

  “If I knew you were wearing them, you wouldn’t be leaving with them. I told you I’d be removing them from your body, did I not?”

  “You did.” I have to rub my thighs together to relieve some of the buildup.

  “You’re squirming, Sweet Pea. Do you need me to touch you? Do you want me to slip a finger in your hot folds, bringing you some reprieve, or should I let you suffer a bit longer for torturing me?”

  “God, I want you to touch me. Please?” Yes, I am pleading as my heartbeat is racing.

  “Hmm, I love hearing you ask me. You have no idea how sexy you are and that was fucking hot coming out of your mouth.” His fingers start to move to slip farther in, when I hear Brittany’s voice again.

  “Maci, I know you’re down here. Now, who are you with?” she giggles.

  God, shut up.

  I want to scream at the top of my lungs how much I want to be alone with him. As much as we get lost in each other while we are just starting to mess around, I want us to have that moment when we don’t stop and find our pleasure together. It can’t happen when there are a dozen other people around.

  A moan escapes me. “You better stop before we don’t leave this room, Captain.” I feel I must remind him, which causes him to completely stop touching me. Which means he never finds out what he’s actually doing to me.

  “I can’t wait for the coming days,” he says, placing one last kiss to the back of my head before he moves the latch and walks out the open door.

  I’m grateful for Brittany being asleep, or maybe passed out, when I walk into our room. For whatever reason she’s out, I don’t care…I’m just grateful. I don’t want to discuss where I was or who I was with. Right now, I have to go to bed turned on, wanting to be with the man who made me this way, but instead, I’ll climb on my bunk by myself.

  * * *

  It’s hard to believe it’s over; today’s the day we walk off the boat. It doesn’t seem like it’s been almost seven weeks since I tripped and spilled my suitcase in front of him. One last morning of cleaning, and I’ll be packing up my things.

  “Let’s grab coffee and get this shit done, girlfriend,” comes from my roommate.

  “Agreed.”

  “How was the captain last night?”

  “Huh?” I ask, walking into the bathroom.

  “Don’t play stupid with me.”

  Looking back out the door, I see her face and she’s got the biggest smile on it. I return her look and say nothing.

  “I’ll take that as…great.”

  “Yep.”

  “Like, great or GREAT?” She stands there with her hands on her hips, wanting me to spill what happened last night to her.

  I just smile, it’s all I’ll reveal.

  “Okay, clearly you didn’t screw him in the laundry room last night. Yes, I knew you were in there.” I’m sure I have a look of shock on my face. “So, your ass better be calling me after all this and admit to everything. I want to hear all about it and ‘it’ means, all about how the sex is. I hope he doesn’t disappoint,” she giggles.

  Rolling my eyes, I giggle back, “I’ll keep in touch.”

  I’ll never spill too much to her, she’s still in the business, and he doesn’t need everyone knowing about our relationship. We both walk out together…no more kelly green shirts or bl
ack shorts, thank goodness. Marie informed us last night that we don’t have to wear our uniforms anymore. It will actually give us a chance to finish the laundry before we leave.

  I watch everyone walk up the stairs as we are having breakfast at the outside table on the upper deck. We all decided last night we wanted to have our last meal together there, enjoying the sunrise. It’s about seven and it’s gorgeous. A perfect mix of yellow and pink.

  Seeing everyone dressed in their own clothing brings a feeling of relaxation to the vibe. No one seems stressed about the day, there’s nothing but smiling and laughing going on. Just the crew is out here; the captain must be still on the flybridge, which is okay, I don’t want any distractions, and he is definitely a distraction for me. I want to enjoy my last couple of hours with them.

  “I know the captain said it last night, but I want you all to know I appreciated each and every one of you. It was great working with you all,” Rob raises his glass to say to all of us.

  “I couldn’t have said it better,” Marie replies.

  “It’s been great. I don’t think I’ve worked with a better bunch of people, ever. And how about this boat. Shit, one day I’ll own one of these bad boys,” Eric laughs out.

  “You robbing a bank?” Ann asks.

  “You better rob a couple, this yacht cost more than you can imagine.”

  And there he is…damn it, he looks so good. He has tan cargo shorts on with a dark blue T-shirt that says SS Yachts on it in the right corner of his hard chest. He walks by me and I read the back that says, “Life is better on a boat.” I couldn’t agree more. I really didn’t know if I’d like it or not, but I really did have a great time…other than when I screwed up on laundry or tipped over the glass during the dinner party or when I tripped going up the stairs in front of everyone. Okay, there were a bunch of “Ors” so, maybe I was a bit of a train wreck but I learned a lot, I met people I can now call friends, and let’s not forget a certain someone who has forever changed my life.

  “No doubt, it does,” Eric chuckles at his comment.

  “Now let’s pick this up; we have a couple hours to get the last-minute things done before we have to pack and get off this amazing yacht,” Rob states.

  As he pours himself a cup of coffee, he says, “I’ll be up in the flybridge all day, please come and see me before you leave the boat. I’d like to talk to each of you and I have one of these for you.” He picks at his shirt, letting us know what he’s referring to.

  “Will do, Captain,” comes from most of us.

  “All walkie-talkies can be put in the box in the crew kitchen, but not until you get ready to leave. Keep it on you until then, please,” Marie lets us all know.

  Everyone scurries away, diving into the jobs ahead of us. We all don’t want this to end, but knowing it is brings a different type of excitement to the day. We can return to our families we haven’t seen in almost two months. I know, I’m looking forward to seeing mine.

  Shutting off the light in the laundry room, I walk out; it’s officially closed for business. Now to go around the boat, delivering everyone’s clothes that I just got done folding after the last load finished drying. The captain is down in the engineer’s room when I go to his room first; I leave his clothes on his bed before heading down to my own.

  The others are all wrapping up their own jobs; we are about to start packing our bags. Since I am finished earlier than the others, I go in search of Marie to ask her what she’d like done. She directs me to the kitchen to help Marco with anything he may need. She, Ann, and Brittany are putting away all the dishes where they needed to go and cleaning up the bars.

  “Attention all crew members, please meet me in the interior bar in the main lounge, once you have finished up your last job,” is announced by Marie.

  Slowly we all trickle in, one by one.

  “One last shot for us all to do together before we pack and get the fuck off this boat,” she says, as she hands all of us a small plastic cup filled with a clear liquid.

  “Sambuca?” The smell gave it away.

  There are a few grumbles before the toast by Rob, “Don’t be afraid to rock the boat, if someone falls off your boat, they weren’t meant to be on it.”

  Brittany knocks her elbow into mine, spilling a bit of my shot. I look down, as she starts to whisper to me, “Hear that, don’t be afraid to rock the boat.” I glance over at her as she is wiggling her eyebrows.

  “Lady, you don’t stop, do you?” I giggle at her.

  “Nope.” She returns my expression.

  Chapter Eleven

  Reed

  Marco is first to come to the flybridge, followed by Eric, Ann, Brittany, Derek, Scott, then her.

  “I guess it’s my turn.” I can hear the sadness in her voice.

  “Sweet Pea, why so sad?”

  “It’s hard to believe this is all coming to an end.”

  “End? I have your number remember, I also have your address and email, there’s no getting away from me.” I smile down as I wrap my arms around her.

  We stand there attached for a few minutes before either of us says another word.

  “When will I see you again?” she asks.

  “Missing me already?”

  “I am. I kinda got used to seeing you every day.”

  “And I kinda got used to seeing this beautiful ass every day too.” Both of my hands wander south as I speak.

  “Just my ass?” She tilts her head to the side and looks up.

  “Maci, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. Inside and out, so trust me when I say, I’ll miss seeing every inch of you.”

  “Good. I’ll miss seeing every inch of you too.” She rubs her hands down my abs over my T-shirt, and they tighten even more from just her touch.

  Leaning down, I kiss her lips slightly; they’re soft and perfect, like the rest of her. I deepen the kiss and little moans come from her, causing me to return with my own sounds of want.

  Pulling back, our eyes lock, and I realize I’m falling for this woman.

  “I’ll call ya in the next couple of days. I’m heading to go see my family and spend time with them. There are a few other things I need to take care of before I can have a day or even a night off.”

  “Okay.”

  Our lips connect one last time before I release her body, then she walks away, through the door until I can no longer see her. I’m lost in my own thoughts when Marie and Rob walk in.

  “We decided to make this easier by us both coming together.”

  “I want you both to know how proud I am of you. You’ve both come a long way. Marie, you took Maci under your wing and taught her everything she needed to know to be successful at her job, as well as the other ladies. And Rob, you guided your guys in the right direction so each of them could take care of the boat to the best of their abilities.”

  “Thanks, Captain, it means a lot coming from you.”

  “I agree with Rob, thanks so much, Cap.”

  They both walk off at the same time, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Thinking back on the season, I feel like a bit of a hypocrite. On several occasions I either wanted to or did say something to Marco for his actions towards the ladies and yet, I was all over Maci most of the time. Then my mind drifts to Brittany. Not because of the reasons she’d like, but because with her I did the same thing. Her advances were strong and she never held back on what her thoughts were about me. And once again, I think about how I was with Maci. I was a bit harder on them than I should have been. If I expected them to be professional, I should have taken my own advice. Damn it, if she wasn’t so extremely beautiful, inside and out, it might have been easier.

  Standing, I stretch. Now it was time to tackle the list of things I mentally wrote down this morning while I had my coffee. It wasn’t a long one, but each of them needs to be done before I can leave the boat.

  * * *

  It’s been about thirty-six hours since I’ve seen or talked to her. Normally I don’t let a w
oman get under my skin, but she creeped right in there without me being able to stop her. She’s clueless about what she is doing to me.

  The time has come that I need to get the hell off the boat for a while. My office is calling my name, and there’s a lot of on land work to be done, in order to be able to come back on here. Jumping in and out of the shower in record time, I’m ready to make plans, plans with one extremely sexy lady.

  I throw my T-shirt over my head and pull it down; reaching over I grab a pair of shorts from the pile of clothes Maci had brought in yesterday morning. As I pull them on, I feel something in the front pocket. Reaching in, I pull out a surprise that is clearly left for me. A neon green surprise, to be exact. I’m instantly engulfed in her scent. She must have washed them and sprayed them with her perfume. Chuckling to myself, these little panties started it all and they’re likely to be the death of me. Staring at them I come up with a plan about how I’ll be returning these to her, but first, I need to get to my office.

  On my way to my corner overlooking the water, I call my mom. We have a quick conversation and before I know it, I’ve agreed to having dinner with her tonight. Honestly, she didn’t have to do much convincing, I miss her as much as she misses me. Even though I love the open waters, it is still nice to see the ones I love.

  “Well, look what the cat…fish dragged in,” my sister says, as she walks in my office. She has always said it to me in the exact same way every time. She puts a break in between cat and fish…she thinks she’s funny. She told me once when she was younger, it is her way of connecting land and sea.

  “Hey, Gabby, I just got here about fifteen minutes ago. What’s going on?”

  “Same old, same old. I keep your millions safe while you play,” she giggles, busting my chops.

  “Our millions,” I correct her.

  “Sure, whatever.” She waves her hand around as she drops in the seat in front of me.