Below Deck

She moves her fingers between her legs, spreading her shorts open wider for me, tightening her thighs around my waist and bringing me closer until my cock is pressed right up against her opening.

Her arm bands tighter around my shoulder until her breasts are pressed flat against my chest and I can feel her nipples through my shirt. She rocks her hips again and the head of my cock inches inside her. I squeeze my hand tighter around the base and refuse to push myself inside her until I hear the words.

“Stay. With. Me,” I tell her, each word punctuated with a swipe of the head of my cock over her clit.

“Fuck me, Declan,” she moans, her legs practically cutting off my circulation with how tightly she’s clenching her thighs around me, trying to pull me inside of her.

My cock jumps in my hand, and I know I’m going to come all over her pussy in about two seconds instead of doing it buried deep inside of her, where I want to be. Where I need to be.

“Just say the words, and I will, baby,” I reassure her, counting to ten in my head as I continue pushing and sliding my cock through her wetness. “Stay with me.”

I watch her eyes fill with tears as she looks at me. I watch one of them escape and fall down her cheek. I let go of my cock, pushing my hips forward and holding myself against her to bring my hand up to her face and cup it in my hand, swiping the tear away with my thumb.

“Mackenzie, please. Stay with me.”

She brings her hand up from between us and presses it on top of mine against her cheek, looking into my eyes, searching between them until she finally sees the truth I needed her to.

“Yes,” she finally whispers back.

With a groan of relief, I pull my hips back and then push myself inside of her, slowly, until my cock is so deep I don’t know where I end and she begins. It’s cliché as fuck and I don’t care. I want her to be my beginning and I want her to be my end.

“I love you,” I mutter against her mouth before pressing my lips to hers and sliding my tongue inside.

Both of her arms come back around my shoulders and both of mine wrap tightly around her body as I thrust my cock in and out of her in a gentle rhythm. She gives me her body against the wall of the balcony, and I take everything she has, knowing I’ll do whatever it takes for the rest of my life to show her she isn’t making a mistake.

Each time I pull my cock out of her and slowly ease back inside her body, I hold myself deep and grind myself against her, rubbing her clit with my groin until she’s digging her nails into my back and the heels of her bare feet into my ass.

I pick up my pace, fucking her harder, slamming into her rougher, unable to stop my release from tightening my balls with how good she feels wrapped around me.

She chants my name as I drive into her, telling me she’s coming, and I feel her pussy tighten and clench, squeezing my cock as a rush of wetness from her release stimulates my own and throws me over the edge. I thrust into her one last time and hold myself deep, coming inside the woman who, in just a few weeks’ time became my entire world, as I shout her name, not giving a shit that we’re outside on a balcony and anyone can hear me.

My body slumps against hers and I continue holding her up against the wall, our foreheads pressed together as we both pant and try to catch our breaths. I refuse to pull myself out of her body.

“I’ll stay,” Mackenzie whispers, the sound of those words making my dick jump while it’s still buried inside of her.

I pull my head away from hers and remove one of my arms from around her waist to brush a strand of hair out of her eyes as I stare down at her and smile.

“But not until you say what I need to hear,” she adds, her eyes sparkling and her mouth tipping up into a mischievous grin.

I laugh softly as she raises one eyebrow and waits for me to say the words she needs.

“You’re right. I was wrong. And I’m sorry,” I tell her with a complete look of seriousness on my face.

I knew the moment Mackenzie Armstrong walked onto the ship that my life would change forever, but I had no idea just how much I would enjoy every minute of it and not care one bit about having to change my course.

“You’re forgiven,” Mackenzie whispers with a smile, sliding her hands to the back of my head and pulling my mouth to hers.

EPILOGUE

Two years later…

“Damn, they made the front page. Very impressive. Read it to me, wife.”

Brooke laughs at her husband of six months as he tosses her a copy of the Miami Herald, then flops down on the couch and rests his head in her lap.

Brooke never thought in a million years she’d meet a man-whore on vacation and wind up becoming his wife, but here they are, living in Florida. She relocated and got a job in his home town, and quickly realized married life is a piece of cake when you’re husband leaves for seventeen weeks at a time to work on a yacht and you aren’t constantly at each other’s throats.

“Ben, don’t make me punch you,” she threatens, unfolding the paper above his head and smiling at the article that takes up the entire front page. “You only have about an hour before you need to get down on the docks and get to work on the new boat. I’d much rather spend it naked than beating the shit out of you.”

Ben laughs, making himself more comfortable by kicking his feet up on the arm of the couch as she starts to read the interview about their friends, and the new boat Ben is leaving to work on later today.

Miami locals came out in droves today to see the inaugural christening of the newly refurbished, 150-foot luxury yacht, named Vacation Fling, anxiously wait for it to lift anchor later today, and set out on its first charter towards the US Virgin Islands. Miami has been glued to the docks for the last few months, watching the ship get a face-lift, proud to see one of their own, Captain Declan McGillis, behind the wheel.