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Tomorrow.
His request seemed less like that and more demanding, presumptuous even. But part of me wanted to see him again, too. Maybe a little too much. Was there such a thing? I didn’t know. I was so far beyond the shoals that I couldn’t see the shoreline.
I’d stayed away from relationships when I saw how much it hurt watching Dad lose Mom over the year that just extended into more years. And how much it hurt me. Maybe that was selfish, but I never wanted to experience that sort of pain that crippled him each night, made him revert to childlike thinking for most of the day while he attempted to appear normal and carry on his business efforts.
It didn’t take a genius to know our finances were suffering. I just needed to finish college, get a job and then maybe somehow I would be able to support him for a change and be useful.
I kept staring at the marina for long enough to realize my eyes were dry, and that the tears had stopped. As embarrassing as the conversation with Falcon had been, the heat he drew up from low in my belly at the memory of what we did together on the boat?—
He also stopped the tears for one night.
CHAPTER SIX
FALCON
Sleep evaded me as I stared at the white cabin ceiling to my private berth. The large bed usually didn’t bother me, but tonight it was too large.
Too empty.
I flipped my phone over in my hand, but it was too late to call her after our brief text message conversation, well past midnight. Bella was likely asleep by now, and waking her up did neither of us any favors. Shoving my phone aside, I resisted the temptation to call her just to hear her voice again.
Christ, she’d felt so good, wrapped up in my arms late in the afternoon as we made our way back to the small town. I’d taken the long way back and it was well after nightfall by the time I motored our borrowed sailing yacht in under lights to its regular berth, texting the owner that his boat had been returned in good condition.
Then I spent the next half an hour kissing Bella and not letting her go anywhere. She’d fast become my current fixation, and I knew those were long term cravings. Once something got into my blood I couldn’t just fuck it around, and fuck it out again.
Christ, just the thought of kissing her soft, warm lips, and I was hard again. Let alone how hot and wet she’d been when I stroked my fingers through her folds. I shoved my pajama pants down, fisting my cock roughly. I’d been so gentle with Bella—mostly—and focused on making sure she got the pleasure she needed that my own hadn’t even made the list.
I spat in my palm, jerking myself hard to the memory of her moans. How fast she'd come when I told her I wanted to taste her. The way her hot little pussy contracted at the thought of denying her, and I hadn’t even had my finger buried inside her. The girl had some kinks, and she didn’t have a fucking clue.
I did, though. If praise and denial were on the list, we could play that game over and over until she was dripping at my feet. Filthy words and humiliation were up there, too. But first, I wanted to sink myself balls deep in her tight, wet heat, and feel her spasm around me as I kissed her and stifled all her beautiful sounds?—
I bit back a deep groan of my own as ropes of warm cum decorated the back of my fist. I worked my cock slowly, eking out every last inch of pleasure at the thought of making love to the girl who tainted my every waking thought with her innocence.
“Fuck,” I whispered to the darkness, thumbing the head of my cock. The overstimulation hurt, almost, but it felt good at the same time.
Minutes later I was hard again, the fantasy of her begging me on repeat as I replayed the feel of her pulsing against my hand trapped against her hot skin. I used my own cum as lubricant, working myself faster and rougher, ripping my next orgasm from me. My shout wasn’t half as quiet this time.
I pushed up on shaking knees to grab a towel, wiping myself off and washed up in the small ensuite that accompanied my berth.
A quick knock at my door left me on edge.
“Yeah?” I called, towel in hand, not bothering to open it.
There was no one I wanted to see tonight, unless it was Bella. And right now all I would do with her would be to wrap her in my arms tight and pass the fuck out.
“Do you want company in there? You sounded like you could do with some.” The feminine voice on the other side of the door belonged to Oliva, the girl my father and his man shared a few nights before.
Who I had shared the week prior.
Now, I wanted nothing to do with her. Only one woman occupied my mind, and she wasn’t on the boat, thank Christ.
“No thanks,” I said shortly.
“Are you sure?” She still hadn’t left the space outside my door. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
I laughed, a hollow, empty sound. “Nothing you could do right now will make anything worth it. Go back to my father and beg for scraps.” My words were cruel and callous, but it was the language she understood, if she didn't get the message the first time around.
I was done with the bullshit culture my father surrounded himself with. If he wanted me in his business as he constantly claimed, then we would make changes. Not a huge amount, but some.
