Chapter 17
Ace
"Watch your step," the captain says as we step onto the boat. Shelby puts her hand in his as she takes a step onto the back of the boat. Her ass is barely covered in that white dress. When I woke up this morning with my hand on her tit, I thought I was going to die, but then I felt her hand on my dick, and I didn't feel so bad.
"Welcome aboard," the woman says, holding a tray with drinks, and after last night, I'm not sure I should be drinking anything today.
"Thank you," Shelby says, smiling at her, and then grabs one of the glasses.
"We will be leaving any second," the lady declares. "I'm Simone, and I'll be assisting Captain Davey. If you need anything, just let me know. There is sunscreen on the table." I look over at the wooden table with four chairs and see the big bowl in the middle with all the sunscreens.
Shelby walks to the table, putting her straw bag down and then her glass. She looks at me. "Are you not going to drink?"
"Maybe later," I say. My eyes never leave her face, but she doesn't know this since I'm wearing my sunglasses.
"If you like, you can watch from the front of the boat," Simone sugggests. "Or you can sit out here." She points over to the two couch sets that are sitting in the sun.
"I'm good wherever you want to go," I tell Shelby, and she smiles.
"Let's go sit in the front." She turns and walks to the inside of the boat, where there is a small kitchen and another living room set. She walks through to the front of the boat, going down two steps before arriving at the big net over the water. "Oh, this looks like an accident waiting to happen," she says, putting one foot on the net, and my hand reaches out for hers, making sure she doesn't fall.
She laughs, and I take a step down with her hand in mine. When I get my second foot on the net, I release her hand and put my arm around her waist. "Can you imagine doing this drunk?" She laughs as we make it to the middle. I don't answer her because her hand goes on mine on her waist, and my cock springs to action. I look down, making sure my white shirt covers it. "This is good." She stops and bends to her knees and then sits down. I follow her and look out at the dock as Simone starts to untie us. "It's so pretty," she says as the sun shines right above us.
I stretch my legs out in front of me and lean back on my hands as I watch us get farther away from the dock. She sits beside me in the same position as me, and all I can see are her long bare legs. Legs I've always admired from afar. Legs that always tempted me.
"We are going to anchor the boat," Simone says, standing on the side of the boat. "And set out the toys for you. What would you like to do?"
"I have no idea," Shelby replies and turns to look at me. "What do you want to do?"
"What do people usually do?" I ask, and she smirks at me.
"They usually drink a lot and then have sex." She laughs at her own joke. "But they usually start with the paddleboarding."
"Okay," Shelby says. "Well, I'll start with the paddleboard but no booze for me." Shelby looks at me. "What about you? Did you want to do the sex?" she says and then shakes her head. "I mean, paddleboard."
I chuckle at her nervousness. "I can do both," I answer, and Shelby turns, getting on her knees.
"I'm going to go to the bathroom." She crawls toward Simone. "Can you show me where the bathroom is?" Simone turns, and she follows her, and it gives me a chance to let out the breath I was keeping inside me and adjust my hard cock.
"Calm down there, buddy, it's a no-fly zone," I remind him, getting up and walking back inside. I take off my shirt as Simone walks to the front, and I hear the anchor going into the water. Grabbing the sunscreen from the bowl, I put a bit in my hand and start to do my legs and then my chest when Shelby comes back out. "Can you do me first, and then I can do you next?"
I ask her, and her eyes go big like saucers. "The sunscreen," I explain, holding up the bottle. "What did you think I meant?" I put my head to the side and wait for her to answer, but all she does is shake her head.
She walks over to the tray with the spare drink and finishes it off. "Obviously, I thought you meant sunscreen." She takes off her white cover-up, which makes everything so much worse. I have to swallow down the lump in my throat and turn around. "This is going to be cold," she tells me right before she squeezes the sunscreen at the top of my shoulders.
"Not cold enough," I mumble, closing my eyes and trying to get my cock to go down, but then her hands are on me, and if that doesn't just make my cock harder, I don't know what will. She rubs in circles, and I close my eyes, counting to ten. I open my eyes when that doesn't help and look up at the sky.
"Okay, time for you to do me," she invites, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. Luckily, she is not facing me when I turn around. She ties her hair to the top of her head, and I put the cream in my hand as I rub it on her shoulders. I think about anything but the fact that I'm touching her. "That is good," she says when I spend more time on her than I should. She turns around and grabs the sunscreen. After putting some in her hand, she lifts her leg to put it on the couch and bends over to rub herself. I swear I'm going to come in my shorts like a teenaged little boy lusting over a Sears catalog.
"I'm going to go out," I tell her, hoping I can get into the water to cool off my dick. I find Simone and Davey out there and jump in the water without even talking to them. The water is crisp, but it doesn't last long. I stand in the water, and it reaches up to my chest. When I look up, I see her walking onto the back of the boat, and I have to stop for a second and take her in. She laughs with them, and my chest tightens. "Do you need help?" I ask, getting closer to the boat.
"I think I'll be okay," she assures me, avoiding looking at me, and I wonder if she saw my dick hard for her. Fuck, I should say something. "Davey explained how it works," she says, and I look at Davey, ready to throat punch him.
She gets on the paddleboard on her knees, and I hold it in place so she doesn't fall. "I got her," I tell Davey, who holds the back part. He looks up at me and lets go.
"I don't want to fall in," she says, and I look at her as I hand her the paddle.
"The best thing is to start on your knees." She reaches out to grab the paddle from me and shrieks when she tips over, falling onto me. I grab her around her waist before she falls into the water. "I got you," I say softly and she just looks at me, neither of us saying anything. She pushes away from me after a minute and then goes back on her knees, and she starts to paddle. "When you get your balance," I tell her as she goes around in a circle. "You can stand." I grab my own paddleboard and get on it. Davey hands me a paddle. When I stand on mine, I go slowly near her as she gets on her feet.
"I did it!” she exclaims with a huge smile, and I can't help but smile at her.
"You did," I say, and we paddle side by side the whole day, neither of us saying a word, and every time I want to say something, I shy away. We stop for lunch, and again, it's silence, and I fucking hate every second of it.
Only when she is finished, she gets up. "I'm going to go lie in the front," she says, and all I can do is nod my head instead of saying what is on my mind.
I lean back in the chair and grab a bottle of water, getting up and joining her in the front. She is lying on her back with her eyes closed. I stand over her to see if she'll open her eyes like she always used to, but she doesn't. I sit next to her, the whole time my finger moving up and down.
When we get back to the dock, Roberto is there waiting for us. "Welcome back," he says, holding a tray with drinks. She grabs one, and I grab the other, but she doesn't drink it. She hasn't touched anything but water all day. "How was the cruise?"
"Beautiful," she says, getting into the golf cart and sliding over for me. I sit next to her, the drink in one hand as I toss my shirt over my shoulder. "Nice and peaceful."
We get to the villa, and she gets out before me, walking inside. The cold air hits me right away and I close the door behind me. "I think I'm going to shower," she says over her shoulder. "Unless you wanted to?"
"I think we need to talk," I offer, and she stops in her tracks. "I hate that you're like this."
She looks at me. "Like what?"
"Like quiet and shit," I say, my words coming out like word vomit instead of me taking the time to think of the words I want to say and how I want to say them. "We have to talk about this morning and stuff." I wait for her to say something, anything, and she doesn't. "Okay, well, obviously I've always been attracted to you." I look at her face to see how she will react to the news.
Her eyes never leave mine. "Same," she admits to me. "But we were friends."
I put my hands on my hips now. "We kissed two years ago on New Year's Eve," I finally say. "And then a week later, you were dating Joe." I throw my hands up, and she just looks at me.
Her mouth hangs open in shock as she closes it and opens it again. "That wasn't you, that was Joe." She points at me, and I'm the one who is shocked.
"What are you talking about?" I say. "We were outside on the balcony and looking up at the stars. You giggled at me and started singing 'Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.'" I wait to see if the memory comes back to her. "You turned and threw your hands around my neck." I walk to her so frustrated that she doesn't remember the one moment in our relationship that I want her to remember. "Maybe this will help," I say, grabbing her face in my hands and lowering my lips to hers. My tongue slides out of my mouth into hers, and I taste the sweetness of her drink. My eyes want to stay open to watch hers, but I can't help but close them and be in the moment of this. My heart goes a million miles a minute as she kisses me back. Her hands go to my hips as I turn my head to the side, deepening the kiss. I wish I could say that it's as good as the one two years ago, but it's not. It's even better. It's a million times better. I let her go now, my hands falling from her face, and I wonder if I've ruined everything.
Her hands go to her lips, and she looks at me. "Oh my God," she whispers. "It was you?” she puts her hand on her forehead, “ All this time, it was you?"
My heart pounds in my ears as she stares at me. "Um, yeah."