All four men turn toward Cam’s boat. He salutes me as he’s backing up to head out to the open seas.
“Oh, he’s not my boyfriend.”
“He told us that you like to keep it secret since you work so closely together. Don’t worry, your secret is safe with us.” Jack winks.
I blow out a frustrated breath.
Just before Cam leaves, he honks the horn of the boat and winks. “See you soon. Miss you every minute.”
“He seems like a cool guy,” one of the guys says.
“Everyone sit down so I can cover the safety stuff, then we’ll be on our way.”
I could kill Cam, but then again, I guess payback is what I deserve. At least it didn’t threaten my catch. It could’ve been worse. But he has to stop telling people he’s my boyfriend like some jealous lover. Or maybe that’s wishful thinking. Maybe he’s just acting like an overprotective brother.
11
“YOU AND YOUR INFLATED EGO ALWAYS THINK YOU CAN DO ANYTHING.”
Cam
I’ve finished a week’s worth of charters, and it hasn’t been that bad after the fish incident. I have my own plans to mess up one of Chevelle’s, but I need to do it when she least expects it. Telling every group of guys that hires her that I’m her boyfriend might keep them from hitting on her, but it doesn’t keep her from winning the bet.
Rowdy only does small groups, but he could easily come in first or second just because of the consistency of his business, but Chevelle takes out more clients.
I’m in the shower, thinking about all of this as water washes down my body. I’m trying to keep my mind occupied because it keeps wandering to Chevelle and that damn bikini she wore with the orange overalls. I’ve already jerked off to the fantasy of stripping it all off her every damn night this week and still my dick isn’t satisfied. Just the thought of her naked under those water-logger overalls, my hand sliding through the opening, grabbing her breast, tweaking her nipple makes my heart rate pick up.
“Fuck,” I murmur, having no choice but to get myself off again.
With one hand against the tile wall, my free hand grabs my dick, pumping my half chub until it grows long and hard. Images flash in my mind of unclipping one of the buttons on the overalls, the orange flap falling down and exposing her tit. Her wanton eyes on me, begging me to worship her body.
I bend down and take a nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around her hard bud while my hand moves to the other side and allows the overalls to fall down to her ankles, exposing her completely. I step back and soak in the body I’ve been dying to see naked since I got a sneak peek of it when she had to stay in my room during the family Hawaii vacation. In my mind, she’s not embarrassed, because that’s not really her style. She owns her body. It’s one thing I absolutely love about her.
“Well, are you just going to stare?” she asks me in my mind.
“Fuck no,” I say.
I grab her around the waist and my lips smash against hers. Our tongues tangle and I grow harder in my hand.
She grabs my clothes and I help her, shedding my T-shirt and shorts. Her gaze falls to my dick pointing north and her tongue slides out of her mouth, licking her lips. The sexiest thing I’ve ever seen is when she falls to her knees and takes me in her hand.
Shit. Shit. Shit. I worry I won’t be able to hold my orgasm back until I’m inside her.
She wraps her hand around my base and inches forward, never breaking eye contact with me, sliding her tongue up my shaft. My hand winds through her blonde hair and I make a fist in her hair, but I don’t guide her or force her, because Chevelle isn’t the type to go for that. She’s going to want to control this situation and I’m more than willing to let her.
I plunge forward when her mouth encases the top of my dick. Instantly my balls pull up and my orgasm is right there, wanting to finish in her mouth. For a moment, I wonder if she’s a spit or swallow girl, but then she deep throats me.
“Fuck, Chevelle.” I moan, and she slowly withdraws me from her mouth before encasing me again.
She continues the deep-throat action and slowly pulls back, her tongue doing magical things I’ve never experienced before, all while she pumps me with her hand. I struggle not to grab her face and fuck her mouth. Her pace increases, and I’m right there, ready to blow.
My bicep is flexed, the muscles in my forearm corded as I jerk back and forth on my cock, ready to finish this fantasy in the shower. All I see are her big eyes staring up at me, filled with lust and hunger. I’m gonna come. Shit. Here it—
The bathroom door flies open, the toilet lid smacks the back of the toilet, and a woman sighs.
My hand instantly stills on my dick and I stand straight to peek around the curtain to see Chevelle sitting on the toilet. I pop back behind the curtain.
“Chevelle!” I shout because what the fuck? I was right there, and my dick is so hard it’s painful.
“I’m sorry, but you were taking too long. I had to pee.”
Yet another reason there needs to be another bathroom in this damn house.
“I was busy,” I grind out.
“Oh please, Cam, you don’t have anything I haven’t seen.”
“But—”
“I’m not a guy. I can’t just whip it out and go wherever.”
I hear her grab the toilet paper and I watch my dick deflate as the blue ball ache sets into my nuts. She flushes and the water turns cold for an instant. I jump to the other side of the tub.
“You’d be pissed if I walked in on you.”
“I don’t take as long of showers as you. Seriously, what are you doing in there?” She moves to the sink and washes her hands.
“I’m showering so I smell good.”
“What, do you have a date tonight?” Do I detect a note of… something in her voice?
“No.”
She moves to dry her hands. I cannot believe she’s staying here this long.
“Oh… wait, I get it now. You have a bedroom, Cam. Don’t waste all the warm water on that. I have to shower too.”
A visual of us sharing a shower assaults me. Usually I’d say some smart-ass comment, but right now I want her out of this bathroom. “It’s not what you think.”
“That’s what Adam used to say… but you weren’t, like, doing it when I walked in, were you?”
“Chevelle, get the hell out of the bathroom!”
“Oh my god, you were? Ew, and now I have to shower after you.”
“Get out!”
“Now that I have you in a situation where you can’t leave unless you want me to see you naked…” I peek around the curtain and see her prop herself up on the counter. “Telling my customers you’re my boyfriend has to stop.”
I grin. “Why, when it works so well?”
“It’s pissing me off.”
I get back under the showerhead and wash my hair. “That’s the point.”
“It makes my charters think I can’t handle myself out there. Stop doing it.”
“But it’s okay for you to put a dead fish in my boat?”
She laughs. “Okay, I’m sorry for that. Kind of.”