Page 40 of Weathering The Storm

“Felt disgusting. Needed a rinse.”

“Don’t really care,” I mumble against his lips. “I like you dirty. Sweaty. I like you however I can get my fucking hands on you.”

I thought I’d already found out how red Nick could get, but I wasn’t even close. When I pull back, his face burns brighter than a freshly boiled crab.

How many times over the years have I mistaken that blush for windburn?

I lean in, nipping his flushed cheek. Nuzzling against it while I slide a hand between us to palm the thickening bulge in his sweatpants. “I’m gonna like getting you dirty and sweaty all over again though. Come here, Captain.”

Blood pumps through my veins in vicious spurts as he cups my jaw, dragging my lips back to his. We stumble across the small room, leaving a trail of each other’s clothing along the way.

Finally, I have him naked. Not a shred of fabric interrupting this glorious view of his body. Hard, sinewy bulk with the perfect amount of softness for warmth. That birthmark like aMade in Alaskastamp of authenticity.

He reaches for me right away, but I kiss him chastely. Holding him out by his biceps.

“Not yet.” I let go and reach over to my middle drawer, feeling around for the pot of petroleum jelly I keep in there. “Let me make it good for you, Nicky. Let me be the best you’ve ever had.”

“You’re already the best I’ve ever had.”

I think my heart is trapped somewhere between his palm and the bedframe as his hands turn to fists around the wooden beam in anticipation.

That’s just sex talk, I’m sure. I’m the best he’s ever had because this is fresh in his memory. Not because we got each other off a few times and I humped his ass in the engine room.

I try not to let it go to my head.

But he’s already the bestI’veever had. I’ve never felt about anyone the way I feel about Nick. Never felt my heart beating out of my chest the way it does when he’s near. And I might be crazy—for him, Iam—but everything he’s showed me tells me there’s a chance he feels the same way.

He’s watching me with this look in his eyes I’ve never seen. Rapt. Submissive. Like all his worries disappear when he’s with me.

No oneis allowed to see that look besides me.

I take a scoop of the balm and drop the container on the ground beside the bed. I spread it over his cock, and Nick sucks in a breath so sharp, it dries my own lips.

He takes the hand I cut and presses a kiss to the red mark bisecting my palm. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my head all day.”

“Welcome to my every day.”

I capture his lips with my own, my hand working between us. His balls are warm and heavy when I cup him. His cock thickens as my hand travels from root to tip, pausing at the head. Squeezing until he bites out a whine.

“Shhh.” I nip his bottom lip, hand traveling from his dick to his ass, lubing him for me there, too. “Those sounds are just for me.”

Nick pulls me in harder as I apply a little more pressure, oily fingers rubbing in circles. His hole clenches and relaxes. Clenches and relaxes a little more with each pass.

His lips part for me, softening. Begging for me to muffle his pleasure. “I’m trying… I don’t know if I can—”

He cuts himself off, choking back his next breath.

“Get in my bed, Captain.” I kiss his jaw. “And face the wall.”

Nick ducks under the top bunk, glutes flexing delectably as he crawls into my bed and shuffles over to make space for me behind him.

It’s too bad his private cabin—with its queen-size mattress—is only accessible through the wheelhouse where Zach stands watch. But hooray for seniority.

The only thing worse than having sex in a twin bunk bed as a grown man would’ve been having to do it in thetop bunk.

The mattress is barely big enough for both of us. The platform three feet above us shrouds his light skin in shadows. Not a whisper of air could pass between us, and the bedframe is prodding the side of my ass, but I’m starting to consider the benefits.

There’s definitely something nice about being forced so close to Nick.