Chapter 12

CHAPTER TWELVE

“You have a thing for the captain, no?”

Busted . Standing there staring at Cass as he piloted from the flybridge made me super obvious, but when he wore his aviators with his ball cap backward, ugh , he did things to my body.

“What? No! He’s my—” Manu smirked, waiting for my lie with a raised brow. Fuck, I was a terrible liar. “Fine,” I admitted, sighing. “Maybe.”

“I knew it!” He clapped. It didn’t make him a genius or anything. “You have to get his attention.”

No shit. “But how?”

“Watch,” he said, smiling wickedly.

Manu stripped off his tank top and then shimmied out of his Speedo and handed them to me. “Now it’s your turn.”

“Me?” He must be kidding .

Manu skipped over to the bow, in plain view of his husband, Cass, and any and everyone who sailed past. “No tan lines,” he yelled, laughing. He began to apply tanning oil all over his smooth, bronzed skin, making it look super sensual. I could never pull that off with my twiggy body and pale white skin. I was the opposite of sexy.

Manu waved me over. “Nicky, vamos .”

Shit. Cass was gonna kill me. But first…he’d have to see me buck naked!

Gathering my courage, I stripped off my polo and shorts and dumped them and Manu’s clothes in a heap on the deck. “No tan lines,” I shrieked as I ran to him. Manu handed me the oil and I did my best to look hot like he had, but knew I was failing miserably. That’s when Manu took over, spreading coconut-scented oil all over my back. He reached around to massage it into my chest, tweaking my nipples, his chest flush against my back.

As hot as he was, my dick didn’t twitch for him. But the man on the flybridge, however, who was glaring at me viciously? Yeah, he made my dick twitch.

I spread out on a lounger next to Manu, lying on my belly with my butt facing the world.

“He’s watching you,” Manu whispered.

“Because he’s plotting my death.” Manu snickered. “I work here. It’s not professional.”

“No, but it’s fun, no? Relax, we’re anchored. There’s no work. ”

Cass would argue that point, saying there’s always work, but I was having fun and was inclined to agree with Manu. At least, until I had to face Cass later.

Scott appeared with two frosty pink drinks. “Boys, you look…overheated. Would you care for a cold drink?”

I gratefully accepted, hoping there was a ton of alcohol in it to help settle my nerves. This was the most daring thing I’d ever done. Despite the fact that I was laid out next to the hot AF Manu, which did me no favors, I was actually starting to feel a tad bit sexy. I even began to relax, and eventually, I must have fallen asleep, because I startled when Cass whispered in my ear.

“Wake up, Nicky.”

His hands glided up the backs of my oiled thighs and I parted them. Cass was perched on the side of my lounge chair, leaning half over my body. He’d lost his shirt.

I opened my sleepy eyes. “What time is it?” Before I was quite awake enough to remember I’d fallen asleep naked, I rolled over onto my back.

Cass chuckled. “That looks painful.”

I looked down to see my soft dick had taken the imprint of the lounge chair straps. Fuck me. His first glimpse of my cock and it’s warped!

Why, God? Do you want me to die a virgin?

“I just wanted to check your sting.” He ran his hands over my hip and thigh, checking for anything off.

My dick started to grow. How was my deep mortification not killing it? My cheeks heated with embarrassment.

“That’s good,” Cass laughed, “it’ll help fill out the line marks.”

Kill me now!

Cass kept his hand on the top of my thigh, and I spread my legs wider.

“How are you feeling?” His voice sounded thick and slow, like raw honey.

“Good,” I squeaked like a mouse, covering my mouth with my hand. Cass laughed again. “Good,” I said in a stronger voice.

“Scott and Manu went ashore for the night. It’s just us, now.” His gaze slid blatantly over my body, making my dick grow to its fully unimpressive size. “That was an incredibly bold and reckless move, Nicky.”

“I know. I’m sorry if I embarrassed you.”

“You didn’t. I wasn’t feeling…embarrassed.” The heat in his eyes said he’d felt something else entirely. “Did you have fun?”

I couldn’t help but smile. “I did. I’ve never done anything like that before. It felt incredible.”

Cass smiled. “In my completely unbiased opinion, you looked spectacular.” His smile faded. “If you ever do that again, I’ll turn you over my knee and redden your tiny little ass.” He squeezed my thigh before standing up. Again, his eyes roamed over my bare body. He shook his head. “No tan lines,” he mocked, repeating my earlier cheer.

I watched him walk away, appreciating the way his tight ass swayed back and forth in his khaki shorts.