Below Deck

Her hips thrust up against my hand, begging me to fuck her faster and deeper. I clench her hair more tightly in my fist to bring her head back farther so I can kiss her harder, my fingers never stopping the rough push and pull out of her body. She presses her hand harder against my arm, helping me move faster between her thighs until I can hear the wet slapping of my fingers as I take everything she’s willing to give me.

I push away the depressing thought that this will be the one and only time I can let this happen and concentrate on sliding my tongue through her mouth and pleasuring her with my hand, the only thing I can give her right now.

Moving my mouth away from hers, I kiss my way to her ear.

“Say something in French,” I whisper, keeping my fingers buried inside of her to lazily swirl my thumb around her clit, loving the way her hips jerk against my hand, begging me to keep moving.

“Tu le sens si bien. N’arrête pas. You feel so good. Don’t stop,” she speaks quickly in a soft voice, translating the words for me and ending with a low moan when I press my thumb harder against her clit as I rub little circles around it.

“Christ, that’s so fucking hot,” I mutter against her ear, moving my fingers between her legs faster, knowing if she doesn’t come soon, I’m going to rip these fucking shorts off her legs and slam my cock inside of her.

I’ve never felt so tied up in knots over anyone before. I’ve never wanted to risk everything just for one taste and one touch of a woman before. I can’t even bother feeling a second of regret. I stop worrying about what will happen when I tell her this was a one-time thing, when I feel Mackenzie’s pussy start to tighten around my fingers and she gets impossibly wetter.

I move my mouth away from hers and thrust my fingers deeply, holding them perfectly still as I curl those two fingers up inside of her. The tips of my fingers press against her g-spot as my thumb continues to work her clit, swiping back and forth over it until she squeezes her eyes closed and her head falls back against my shoulder.

“Let me hear it. Let me hear you say my name when you come,” I tell her, my thumb moving faster and my hand letting go of the hold it has on her hair to wrap around her waist and anchor her body to me.

Her hips jerk erratically against my hand and I start thrusting my fingers in and out of her again until it happens. Her tight pussy pulses around my fingers and she opens her mouth, shouting my name into the night sky.

“Oh, my God, Declan…I’m coming. Fuck, Declan!”

I soak up the sound of my name on her lips, knowing I’ll never, ever forget it. I hold my arm around her body tighter and my fingers continue pumping in and out of her, drawing out her orgasm until her hips finally stop jerking and her body falls forward, both of her arms smacking down on the railing to cushion the slump of her head onto them.

Even though I never want to leave the heat of her body, I slowly draw my fingers out of her, pulling her tank top back down and straightening the waistband of her shorts, chuckling to myself when I hear her let out a long, exhausted moan.

“Holy shit,” she mutters, her voice muffled against her arms while she’s still bent forward in front of me. “If that was pretend, what the hell would you do to me if it were real?”

CHAPTER 10

Mackenzie

We’ve been cruising around the islands for a day and a half, taking our time to get to St. Croix. I tried not to let it bother me that, once again, Declan has performed a fabulous disappearing act and I’ve only seen him from a distance a small handful of times. Each time I headed in his direction or tried to catch his eye, he’d move to another part of the boat or disappear inside somewhere.

This guy is getting on my last nerve, and he’s making me feel like an idiot for letting down my guard with him AGAIN. The only reason I haven’t hunted him down and made him say something to me is because I can’t fully hate the guy for giving me the best damn orgasm I’ve had in my life, followed by the best sleep I’ve had in months.

Not even the twin terrors could kill my buzz yesterday morning over breakfast when they told me the sundress I was wearing was tacky and made me look washed out. I didn’t even bat an eye at them after lunch when they told me I was started to look a little “thick in the thighs” and shouldn’t be eating so much on vacation. They were just pissed because Marcel gave them the boring Kale salad with tasteless fat free dressing on the side they requested, and he made me, my father, and Brooke an entire tray of sliders and a giant basket of french fries. While the three of us inhaled the greasy, fried and delicious food, laughing and having a good time, Allyson and Brooke stabbed their forks at their stupid salads and glared at us the entire time.

I pretended like I wasn’t looking for Declan all day yesterday, like I wasn’t trying to figure out a way to ask him if we could have a repeat performance as soon as possible. I let Brooke distract me by having Ben set up the water trampoline for us when the captain anchored the boat for a little while and made sure we used it for an obscene amount of time to make it worth his effort. I pretended like I wasn’t jealous in the least that Ben did everything in his power to be near Brooke, switching jobs with anyone he could so he could hang out with us. He was nice and funny, and I liked that he made my best friend smile and laugh and had no problem putting up with her sarcasm. Even if Brooke would never see or speak to him again when this trip was over, it was nice to see her happy and relaxed and not always worrying about me. I also did a good job pretending like I didn’t wish Ben’s easy-going attitude and how he said exactly what he was thinking would rub off on Declan.