Below Deck

He fucks me gently, and with his arms wrapped around my body and his hands gliding over my sex, he uses the tips of his fingers to spread the lips of my pussy until there’s no barrier between me and the spray of the jet. I try to wriggle away, it’s too much, hitting just the right spot in just the right way that I won’t be able to stop myself from screaming so loudly everyone on the island will hear me, but Declan tightens his arms around my body and won’t let me move.

“Go ahead and scream my name,” Declan whispers against the side of my neck, reading my mind. “Let go and let me feel that sweet pussy come on my cock.”

He holds me open even wider with his fingers, and lazily pumps in and out of me until I feel myself clench around him and my orgasm hits me fast and hard. It washes over me; making me pulse and throb and, yes, scream his name up into the sky.

“Goddammit, you feel so good when you come,” he mutters, his hips starting to thrust faster and harder.

His arms stay locked around me and his fingers stay down between my legs as he moves, and before I know it, the spray from the jets and the feel of Declan driving into me harder, racing towards his own release, makes a second orgasm come rushing up to meet me, making my toes curl and my throat grow hoarse as I continue shouting and moaning through the pleasure.

“Fuck…oh, fuck…Mackenzie,” Declan chants, whispering my name when he follows right behind me, slamming into me one last time and holding still as he comes inside me.

His hips jerk slightly with the aftershocks of his orgasm as his body follows mine down, me sprawling over the ledge around the tub and him sprawling over top of me. I can feel his cock pulse and twitch inside me and he groans loudly into my ear when I clench my muscles around him, milking him and prolonging his pleasure.

I can feel the rapid beat of his heart against my back. His body shakes with a chuckle when I smack my hand against the button for the jets to turn them off.

I’m content and I’m sated. It feels like nothing could ruin this moment as we stay locked together in a tangle of legs and arms over the edge of the Jacuzzi, trying to catch our breaths.

We’re good together, dammit. Sure, I’m telling myself this after the man just gave me multiple orgasms, but I can’t ignore everything else. I can’t pretend like this is just about sex when all I want to do is turn around in his arms, snuggle up against him, and do whatever I can to make him smile and laugh again because I can’t get enough of it.

I don’t care if he laughs at me and I don’t care if he thinks I’m crazy. I know I’m screwing up one part of my life by keeping my mouth shut with my father, I’m not about to mess up everything else by keeping it shut with Declan. I don’t want to pretend anymore. I don’t want to try and be someone I’m not—a woman who can have sex with someone and not develop feelings for him.

“I had to turn those things off before they killed me,” I sigh, turning my head to rest my cheek on my arm on the side of the Jacuzzi.

I can’t wipe the smile off my face or the nervous flap of butterflies in my stomach when I feel Declan chuckle softly behind me, and he brushes my hair off my shoulder to press his lips there.

The rumble of Declan’s laughter suddenly stops, and he pulls himself out of me and scrambles away so quickly that the noisy splash of the water makes me jerk my body up and turn to face him.

“Shit! Shit, fuck, Goddammit,” he curses, running one hand through his hair in irritation before he yanks up his swim trunks and fumbles with the tie on the waistband.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, using my toes to scoop up my discarded bikini bottoms from the floor of the tub and kick them up to my hands.

“I didn’t use a fucking condom, that’s what’s wrong!” he shouts, finally looking up at me with anger raging through his eyes before he smacks one hand down on the surface of the water and shouts another curse.

I want to tell him it’s fine and that I’m on the pill, or make some kind of joke about how I don’t have any kind of incurable diseases and hope he doesn’t either, just to get him to laugh again and make everything go back to the peaceful, happiness of just a few seconds ago, but the next words out of his mouth make me clamp mine shut as tightly as possible.

“That’s just what I need. For a fucking vacation fling to screw up my life.”

With that, he turns away from me, stomps across the Jacuzzi to the other side, and pulls himself out, yanking a towel off of the table next to the tub and taking it with him as he walks away from me.

CHAPTER 21

Declan

“I thought you were finished being an asshole?” Ben asks as we stand side-by-side on the deck, using squeegees to clean all of the windows.

He knew something was wrong when he found me slamming things around the supply closet this morning and wouldn’t let it go until I told him what happened last night in the Jacuzzi.

“I was. I AM,” I insist, wiping the excess cleaning solution off of the rubber tip before bringing it up above me and pressing it against the window, dragging it down slowly. “I freaked out and I said something stupid, that’s it. I’ll apologize and it will be fine.”

I don’t believe the words even as I say them to Ben. Yes, for about one second I had a minor meltdown that I forgot to use a condom, but it disappeared in an instant and I started to get happy about the idea of what could happen. That’s what pissed me off and made me say something stupid. My forgetfulness and just how right it felt to be inside Mackenzie without there being any barrier between us reminded me she didn’t want something more. Anything that happened because of it would be a mistake and it would make her feel trapped. Like she had to stay in touch with me after this vacation of hers is over.