“I’m supposed to keep an eye on you. Besides, the boat’s free now.” He pulls his gaze back to mine and I almost smile.
“Why are you doing this?”
“I was ordered to watch you.”
“You’re the VP. You don’t do the grunt work. Why isn’t a prospect on me?”
“You want me to be honest here?” he asks and I nod my head. That would be a change for me.
“Please.”
“After that first night, I asked him if I could be on your watch.”
Eleven
Gauge
It was easier getting her on the boat than I thought it would. She lays out in the front as I shut the engine down. I figure this is the perfect place to just hang out for a little while. I reach into the cooler and grab two beers, popping the top before heading out front.
“You want one?” I ask watching as her eyes pop open. Her hand comes up to shield her eyes as she looks up at me.
“Thanks,” she says as she takes one and sits up. Her legs cross in front of her when I sit down next to her.
“You ever come out here when you were younger?” I watch her lips as she takes a drink and shakes her head.
“Yeah. Dad never brought us out here. OB though. OB used to bring me some times.”
“You and Old Barnie close?”
“Yeah. He was like my best friend when I was a kid. I didn’t get along with most of the girls, or guys for that matter, back then. Dad liked to keep me at a distance but OB was VP back then,” she says with a slight smile as she remembers the past.
“He’s a good guy. Never understood why he stepped down. He’s one hell of a leader,” I add.
“You must be too since Dad put you in the VP spot.”
I chuckle under my breath before I answer her.
“Saved his ass once. We were out on a run and he didn’t see the assholes comin’ up behind him. I put myself in between him and the shooter, took a bullet to the shoulder.”
“Is that what the scar is?” she asks nodding toward my shoulder.
“Yeah. I should have been smarter and knocked his ass out of the way, but I took it anyway. I proved myself worthy of this club more than once before he offered me that patch,” I say, remembering the old times. I take a pull from my beer when Dez turns to face me.
“Has he ever talked about me?” she asks, her voice sounding so much like a child.
“I’ll be honest, Dez. I’ve heard of you, but until the day we come to get you, I didn’t even know your name. I don’t know why he pushes you away.” My mind is waging a war that I know it shouldn’t be. That lost hurt look in her eyes keeps me moving forward until I grab her around the back of her neck and pull her mouth to mine. Kissing her roughly, she inches closer. I don’t stop, not even when she lifts up and climbs into my lap. I reach up and grab her face in both my hands, pulling my lips away from hers.
“We shouldn’t be doin’ this,” I tell her honestly. Not that I ever do the right things in my life. I’ve fucked up so many times that I can’t even count but if I do this, if I touch her, I’m making the biggest mistake of my life.
“Then why do you keep kissing me?”
“I don’t fuckin’ know, Dez. Fuck, I don’t know,” I huff. Her lips move back in, taking what she wants from me and I gladly hand it over. I let my hands slip around to her back tugging the strings of her bikini top, letting them slip through my fingers before moving to the one at her neck. Dez pants into my mouth, my cock hardening even more. With each touch of her skin, I’m on fire. I lean back and let her top fall between us as my eyes move over her tits.
“You sure?” I ask, needing her to say yes. She has me so wound up I can’t even see straight, because damn it, I need her. Dez nods her head before shoving out of my lap. I watch her stand in front of me, slowly pulling her bottoms down her legs when I stand and do the same. I can see the scars on her skin and I wonder what caused them.
“Condom,” she says, her eyes tracking my movements, lingering on my cock as it stands out in front of me. I chuckle before reaching for the bucket and pulling one out. Yeah, this bucket has been used more than once on this yacht. I tear the foil open and quickly roll the condom on as she watches me.
“I don’t know that I can stop when I start, Dez.” She steps closer, her eyes finding mine before reaching for me and pulling me closer.
“I need this, Gauge.”
That’s all I need. I lean down, sucking her nipple into my mouth. Teasing and tugging, licking and sucking until it’s nothing but a hardened bud between my teeth.
“Get on the floor,” I growl as I watch her step back and climb to the floor. She gazes up at me, those brown eyes needing so much more than this. I can see all the pain in her, all the hurt that people have caused her, but mainly what she’s caused herself. I start to rethink what I’m doing when her hand travels down her chest, over her breast, and continues on. When her hand lands between her thighs, I lose it. I kneel between her legs, positioning myself where I want to be, pushing her hand aside before thrusting into her.
“Oh God,” she cries as I grab ahold of her hips in my hands. I know I’m probably bruising her but I can’t seem to care. With each thrust, she cries out louder. It’s the perfect fucking sound, but as I look down at her, everything comes back hitting me hard. Each plunge I’m sending myself into a darkness that I don’t know that I can come back from. I slow my pace as the past comes slamming into me. Dez looks up, her eyes meeting mine.
“What’s wrong?” she asks looking a little concerned.
But I don’t answer; I’m lost in my own head. I can’t stop the visions behind my eyes. I shake my head leaning down and kissing her, hoping that that will be enough to draw me back into the present. It works. Her soft lips caress mine and my head spins. I’m intoxicated by her taste, by the feel of her, but sadly I can feel all that she’s lost. I can feel how much she wants and needs something solid in her life and I don’t think I can be the one to give it to her.
“Make me come, Dez,” I growl as my hips rotate and hit her deeper. “Make me come.” Her pussy clenches and holds tight as Dez finds her release.
“Shit! Yes, Gauge! It’s so good,” she screams, her nails digging into the sunburnt flesh on my back. I let go, coming roughly inside of her. Lowering my head to her neck, I kiss her gently as I try to catch my breath. When I pull out of her she whines and I chuckle.
“Never been fucked like that before,” she says sitting up and smirking at me. I pull the condom off and discard it in the trash before grabbing my shorts and pulling them back on.
“First time on a boat?”
“That too.”
“What do you mean?” I ask intrigued now.
“I’ve never had a man get that rough during sex before. I mean, I know you weren’t being mean.”
“Wait. You thought that was rough? Babe, that was nothin’,” I say with a wink in her direction. Her cheeks turn red and it makes me smile. I lay back down on the towel that Dez was lying on, motioning for her to join me. She rolls over and lies awkwardly next to me as the sky begins to cloud.