Page 91 of The One
She wouldn’t budge.
She was only getting louder, grinding more of her body against mine.
“Penelope!”
Shouting her name did nothing; she wasn’t listening, nor was she returning to her seat.
“You need to get off me!”
When nothing changed, I stood, hoping she’d back off from all the touching and dancing and calm down a bit.
“Yesss, Rhett! That’s just where I want you!”
That hope completely died because, out of nowhere, one of her legs wrapped over my shoulder, the front of her pressed against the back of me, her other leg hung over my opposite shoulder, and she held my head for balance.
“Penelope! What the fuck?! Get off my shoulders right now!”
“I want to dance!”
And she did, like we were at a concert and she wanted a better view of the stage, bopping on top of me as if this were totally normal. She was completely ignoring the fact that we were in the middle of the ocean and this was one of the most dangerous things she could do.
I pulled back on the throttle, lowering our speed. It wasn’t a super-busy day on the water, but there were enough vessels around that I needed to keep my focus.
But no matter what I did, she just wasn’t having it. She couldn’t stand that she wasn’t getting all my attention. And the more I tried to blow her off—even though that was impossible since she was on my damn shoulders—the harder she rocked her hips.
It was like she was fucking the back of my head.
I couldn’t take this.
She needed to stop.
But I knew I wouldn’t be able to get her down if I was standing, not without her falling, and I didn’t want to hurt her in any way. So, while I held the helm with both hands, I took a seat, and I tried wiggling out of her grip.
She only clung on tighter.
“Penelope—”
“Come on, lover boy. Dance! Dance! Dance!”
“Get off.”
“No!”
“I’m driving the fucking boat, Pen! Why won’t you take no for an answer and chill the fuck out?!”
When she still didn’t move, I released the helm and pushed one of her legs off and switched hands on the wheel to do the same thing with her other leg.
“You’re not getting away from me that easily, lover boy.” She tried to get on my shoulders again.
But I caught her leg midair and turned so I could glare into her eyes. “You need to cut this shit out. I have to drive the boat. You’re out of fucking control right now. Stop!”
“God! You’re such an asshole! I’m not even doing anything wrong!” Her eyes widened, and a weird smile came over her face, her finger raising and pointing toward the bow. “Bumper boats! Now, that’ll be really fun!”
Bumper boats?
My head turned just in time to see the vessel she was pointing at.
I knew we were getting closer to it because right before I looked at her, I moved us more to the side, adjusting our path, to avoid the boat and its wake.
