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She turns to look at it. “We, as in just the two of us?”
“There’s no crew waiting aboard, if that’s what you mean.”
“It’shuge, Kit.”
“Stop saying that to me, Monty. You’re supposed to keep my ego in check, remember?”
I can’t tell behind her sunglasses, but I’m positive she’s rolling her eyes at me. Icantell she’s blushing, and I love that I still have that effect on her.
“I can’t sail,” she tells me.
“Yeah, I figured. I promise your participation won’t have to extend past holding a couple of ropes. Just relax and let me do all the hard work.” I wink. “That was a sex joke.”
“Thanks for clarifying.”
I laugh as I work the left oar harder, drawing us even with the stern and folding the ladder down. “Up you go.”
“What about you?”
“I’ll meet you up there. I’ve got to untie the sailboat from the mooring and tie up the dinghy so we have a way to get back to shore.”
“Okay.”
Collins stands carefully, stepping over the bag and placing a foot on the lowest rung. She scrambles up quickly, the lines on her forehead relaxing when she’s safely aboard. The sailboat is forty feet, roughly five times the size of the vessel we rowed out in.
I pass her the bag, then maneuver closer to the mooring ball, quickly sorting through the ropes so that the right boat is attached and the right one is untethered. I hoist myself up, using the metal railing, grinning at Collins. She’s stretched out on the seat, watching me.
“Give me a sec, and we’ll get moving,” I tell her.
I started taking sailing lessons when I was five. Checking the bilge, stowing the swim ladder, taking the mainsail cover off, and raising the anchor are all second nature. I can focus on the feel of Collins’s eyes on me instead.
“Wanna steer?” I call to her once the sails are straight and lines are taut.
Her reply gets lost in the wind, but she stands and makes her way over to me. Watching her walktowardme will never get old.
I move to the left so she can take my place at the wheel, guiding her hands to the proper position. “Don’t hit anything.”
She laughs, the happy sound only lasting for a few seconds before another gust of wind whips it away.
The marina is a distant dot behind us, nothing except sparklingblue ocean spreads ahead of us.
Collins rests her head against my shoulder, keeping her eyes on the water. My little rule follower, taking my warning seriously.
And then she arches her back, very deliberately pressing her ass directly across my crotch. “Does someonehaveto steer the boat?”
“Not if you want to stay straight.”
She lets go of the wheel, turning around in my arms so she’s facing me. “’Kay. Let’s stay straight.”
Her hands find the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. It falls, hopefully on the deck rather than into the sea, but I don’t bother to check. I’m too distracted by Collins’s fingers, tugging on the laces holding my trunks together and then curling tight around my cock.
I grunt as her hand works, dizzy from the sudden burst of sensation.
And then, as if this day couldn’t get any fucking better, she sinks to her knees and sucks me into the warm, wet heaven of her mouth.
My fingers thread through the strands that have escaped from her ponytail, glinting copper in the sunshine. The view surrounding us has nothing on the one below me.
Collins swirls her tongue around the head of my dick, swiping the slit at the tip before swallowing it slowly into her mouth again. I groan loudly when I hit the back of her throat.