Page 5 of Party With the Kraken
But first I need to get her to like me and trust me, then I’m going to make her want to keep me.
I follow in Beck’s wide wake, navigating my way through the full harbor while my passengers chat about Starry Hill and what they’re most looking forward to.
I fix my eyes ahead, away from Juniper’s legs in case they distract me enough to crash into one of the other boats, and focus on the deep ocean calling me to return.
On my way back to Starry Hill I’m going to devise at least a hundred-and-fifty ways to make Juniper mine. Today.
Chapter 3
Juniper
Ilift myself out of my seat a bit to get a better look at Starry Hill as the tallest peak of the island appears above the horizon. My heart starts pattering and my excitement bubbles up until I’m tapping my toes against the boat’s floor.
Around me, the other party guests are chatting away on the boat, but I’m quiet as my anticipation builds. I’m also hyperaware of Viggo’s pretty eyes on me.
He’s so fucking hot, my pussy almost spontaneously combusted when he swaggered right up to me on the dock. Just thinking about him has my lady bits fluttering again. His dark sandy hair begs for my fingers to comb through, to grab onto as I direct his mouth where I want it to go. But that sexy stubble of his has me wondering what it would feel like against the soft skinof my inner thighs. I bet it would leave me deliciously red and achy the next day.
However, those eyes of his have me swooning. They’re what caught my attention the most. They’re the deepest ocean blue, almost indigo, and at the center is a black rectangular pupil. Besides their unique shape and color, it’s the soul sparkling behind them that entices me—warm and unabashed, cheeky and kind. To me, that’s a perfect combo and it makes me want to play.
Just to be sure that I really have his attention, I shoot Viggo a surreptitious glance. His body faces the ocean, but he’s clearly studying my legs out of the corner of his eye. The way he bites at his bottom lip when our eyes meet has a smack of jellyfish dancing in my stomach.
When we were leaving the harbor, he made a comment about being happy to come second. I swear that made my pulse relocate to my clit. I obviously love it when a partner prioritizes my pleasure, but something gives me the impression that Viggo would be a devoted pussy eater.
I’m curious to know what kind of creature he is. If things between us go in the direction I hope they are, then I’ll most likely get the opportunity to ask him. Maybe I can even find out what his body looks like underneath that loose linen shirt. Judging by the bit of skin visible, I know it’s going to be a piece of art.
Hold your seahorses, Juniper. Ask about his hobbies or some normal shit before you proposition him. Have a proper conversation before you start thinking about what his naked body would look like… or feel like. On the other hand, I’ve always been more of a tactile learner.
Since I promised myself that this trip would be about adventure and an exercise in saying yes, if Viggo is interested inme then I’m very much game too. But it might be fun to make him work for it. For a little bit, anyway.
Arching my back in a manner I hope looks seductive, though not too obviously so, I peek at Viggo on my right, only to see him already—still?—watching me.
I smile flirtatiously and give him a small finger wave, then mouth, “Hi.”
Did I just give him a fucking finger wave? Awkward. Abort mission! Abort mission!
Viggo’s eyes darken and his knuckles turn white as his grip intensifies on the helm and he gives me a lopsided smile. He traces the lines of my body with his eyes, pausing hungrily when he reaches my breasts, but his attention is snagged back to the helm when the boat lists too far and the passengers start squealing.
Viggo corrects it quickly, his face flushing as he apologizes to everyone. “Sorry about that. Not sure what happened.”
I giggle into my hand and chance one more glance at him, noticing the clear outline of his interest in me tenting his pants. The shape is very… intriguing. Viggo looks so guilty and quickly adjusts himself, his eyes wide and looking anywhere but me.
He’s so cute I want to pin him down, tickle him, then impale myself on whatever he’s hiding in those pants.
Damn, Juniper, where did that come from? Pin him down? With what muscles? And tickling a grown-ass dude? That’s too weird, even for you. Think sexy thoughts. Think seduction and flirting. Should I tell him horny jokes? Would he be into that?
I don’t look at Viggo again as I flit through my options for how I’ll try to flirt with him. However, when we arrive at Starry Hill’s dock, I still have no clue what to say.
Beck is already unloading his boat, his passengers milling around the dock while Viggo ties our boat up.
I take my time as the others get off, and head toward the back of the boat where I saw Viggo stow my bag earlier.
“Need some help with that?” Viggo asks and places a hand on the small of my back, right on the sliver of skin between the waistband of my shorts and my flowy crop top. His touch makes my breath catch in my throat, and goose bumps dance along my skin.
“Want to specify what you want to help with?” I’m all breathy, on the edge of flustered but I hope it comes across as flirtation.
Viggo’s voice is a low rumble in my ear. “Anything and everything you want.”
“That’s… generous. And brave.” I try not to sound as flustered as I feel, but I think I’m failing.
