Why was it that for the first time in years, I had hope for a life with someone? And why did it have to be with one of our guests?
Slowing down, I turned to her. “We don’t have to go back yet.”
Her tiny arms squeezed around my middle. “Let’s go further out for a little while. I know the girls are waiting, but I don’t care. This is too much fun.” Stella was quiet for a minute as I went further away from the boat and then asked. “Can we jump some waves?”
Nodding, I steered us toward some small waves. There was no way I was hitting the big ones with her behind me. Stella would likely go flying off and drown even with a lifejacket on.
Hitting our first wave, I felt Stella’s body slide back and almost let go of me. I couldn’t easily hold on to her hands and jump, so I moved them up until she was clutching the top of my lifejacket, giving her something more to hold on to. With this new position, we were so close, I could feel the heat from her pussy against my ass.
I imagined her lush tits pressed to my back, making my already stiff cock turn to steel. We couldn’t head back with my raging hard-on, but I couldn’t make her move away from me either. I needed to stop imagining what Stella would feel like up against me with no clothes on and start thinking of gross things to deflate my dick like someone killing puppies and naked old ladies. It was nearly impossible with her body flush against mine and her sounds of delight in my ear. I wanted to hear them when she was underneath me or as I took her from behind.
A hand waving from Seas the Day caught my attention, and I knew we needed to go back no matter how much I didn’t want to.
“I guess our time is up,” she said sadly from behind me.
Placing one hand on her knee, I patted it and kept it on her leg until someone on the boat would be able to see if they were looking our way where my hand was sitting.
As we idled up the boat, Stella’s hands slid down my front and rested on my hips for a moment before she completely pulled away. Scout was holding his hand out for her to take the moment we stopped.
Scout winked down at me once Stella was securely on the platform, making me want to punch him. With a raised brow, he asked. “Have fun?”
“Oh my god, that was the most fun I’ve had in a long time. I want to do that every day.”
“Well, maybe tomorrow I can take you out, and we’ll hit some big waves.” The smirk on his face let me know Scout knew what he was saying was meant to bother me.
“Oh, I...I think I’d rather have Remy take me out if it’s okay.”
“Whatever the guest wants, the guest gets, right, Rem?”
“Right,” I gritted out. I just knew he was going to give me so much shit when we were alone.
“Good,” she looked back at me. “I’m going to see what the girls are up to. Find out if we’re going snorkeling or not.”
My eyes stayed on her retreating form. Stella’s perky ass swayed, giving me a show she didn’t know she was giving.
“Do you want to tell me what you’re thinking?” Scout asked from beside me. When I looked over at him, I found him watching Stella walk away as well.
Scout was a good guy. He worked on the same boat as I did my first season, and I felt like I could open up to him. “I don’t know, but for the first time in my life, I feel this strange pull toward her.” He opened his mouth but closed it when I held my hand up. “I know this is the worst timing, but I can’t help it. What do I do?”
“Well, while you were out there letting one of our guests
feel you up—”
“That is not what was happening,” I interrupted him with a bark.
“Dude, don’t get your panties all up in a bunch. Just listen to me, okay?”
“Fine, what happened while I was out on the water?”
“The Captain was checking the weather, and there’s a big storm system coming in. We’re going to have to dock for at least a day, so that will give you time to spend with your lady if you want.”
It would. My work would be very little, and if the guests asked for me to do something with them, I had to comply.
“Since the weather is going to get bad, we’re going to take them snorkeling today, and then tonight during their sunset dinner, we’ll inform them of what’s going to happen tomorrow.”
I clapped him on the shoulder. “You guys got it all planned out, didn’t you?”
“What do you expect? The inside crew is freaking out about all the work they’re going to have to do. Owen and I agreed they could stay back while we take them snorkeling to give them some time off if you said it was okay.”
“Like I want to deal with the wrath of Ophelia if she doesn’t get her break,” I laughed out. She would be a horrible bitch if I didn’t agree.
“I thought you’d see it that way.”
Slapping him on the back, I pushed him toward the stairs. “Thanks, now let’s get all this put up and something to eat before we have to head out.”
“Fuck, I hate it when we have to put out the slide. We should say it’s got a hole in it, so we don’t have to deal with it for the rest of the season.”
“If anything happened to that damn slide, they’d want to know who was responsible, and then they’d take it out of our paycheck.” I, for one, wasn’t giving up that money just so I don’t have to haul that damn slide up the side of the boat.
“Ugh! Stop being reasonable.”
“Sure, when you stop being a pain in my ass. Let’s get to work. I want to make sure we have time for some lunch.”
“Dean, Dean, Remy,” I called into my walkie to our chef.
“Dean, here,” he answered.
“Can you please whip up the crew something to eat before we have to leave?”
“When do you need it?”
“In about an hour. If you can’t…”
“No, I can make you guys something. It won’t be anything grand.” He loved to make every meal the best it could be, and I knew he hated he didn’t have more time. That’s why we rarely asked him to make us any meals because we never knew when we’d have time to eat and couldn’t give him the time he needed to make something spectacular.
“That’s fine with us. Thank you, Dean.”
“Anytime,” he replied.
“Cool, let’s get to work. Can you believe we’re only halfway through the charter season?”
“Don’t remind me,” I groaned.
An hour and a half later, we’d put all the water toys away, along with the heavier than shit slide, and ate our lunch of chicken sandwiches and homemade fries Dean had made for us.
“Is everyone ready?” They all looked at me from across the table. “I have a feeling some of the women are going to be difficult, so be prepared, especially since none of the girls will be joining us to help out.”
They groaned but didn’t say anything.
“Just remember to keep your smiles on your faces at all times,” I ordered. “Do what you have to do, and I’ll see you on the aft deck in ten minutes.”
Owen smoked, and I knew he’d need a cigarette before he was stuck without his vice for the next couple of hours, if not more.