I smile as my tongue rims his lips and my hand runs through his hair. “Please,” I beg.
His eyes roll back in his head and he kisses me hard. I feel my arousal heighten and, Oh God, I am not even joking, I could take him all and I would drink it down. We make out for another ten minutes in the dark and I don’t know if anyone is watching and, stupidly, I don’t even care anymore. I can’t remember ever being this aroused.
Finally, our dinner is called and he begrudgingly drags his lips away from mine. He runs his hands up and down my behind as he watches me intently. I would give anything to know what he is thinking. The blood is pumping hard around my body and I desperately need a cold shower. We eventually stand and he leads me to the dining area.
I’m frazzled.
I sit at the table as my arousal thumps heavily between my legs. I can’t imagine what I must look like. My face is flushed and my hair is all over the place. I have never…
I stare dumbfounded at the table in front of me. I can’t even pick up my knife and fork. What the hell? My body is thumping, and although he is acting to the others that he has fucked me into submission, the truth is he hasn’t needed to. I’m secretly begging to suck his cock now.
I have no idea what’s wrong with me. This isn’t who I am.
He gets our dinner and puts it in front of where we are sitting at the table and then goes back to the bar and gets two more Scotch and Cokes without a word. My eyes watch him across the room, wearing tight blue jeans and a white t-shirt that hugs his every muscle. His tattoos are peeking out from under his shirt. He towers above all the men at the bar and I feel myself flutter as I watch him. Hell, this is ridiculous. I am not sure if this dominance show is for the people around us or to let me know how badly my body wants him… and it really does. Either way, I’m totally screwed. While he’s gone, Chelsea and Angela get their dinner and sit down next to me at the long table.
I’m brought back to reality with a thud. One glance of her big slutty tits in my face and my arousal instantly dissipates.
“Hello.” Chelsea fakes a smile.
“Hi,” I reply as I cut into my chicken.
Angela smiles warmly as she puts her hand on my leg. “God, Mac is like an animal with you. I’ve been watching him.”
I swallow uncomfortably. I’m a ho.
“Mac is an animal with all women. You should see him with me,” Chelsea murmurs sarcastically into her wine glass.
Angela and my eyes meet and I continue to eat in silence. I know this shouldn’t piss me of, but it fucking does. Mac comes back and takes his seat and my angry eyes flicker up to him. I imagine the girls on the ship all lining up to fuck him and I feel sick. What in the hell goes on around here when they are all alone at sea?
This is not who you are, Roshelle.
I’ve already shared one man. Why in the hell would I willingly share another?
A European looking man walks over and talks to a blonde man. Mac looks up and glares at him, his jaw clenching in anger, and my eyes follow the man across the dining table.
“Who’s that?” I ask Angela.
“Stucko,” she whispers as she drops her head.
“Who’s he? I haven’t seen him before.” I frown.
“Be grateful. He’s a nasty piece of work.” She whispers.
I glance over at Mac who is openly glaring at him across the room. I can tell there is no love lost between these two.
“So, twenty-one days until Puerto Rico.” Angela smiles as she tries to make conversation.
“Oh, I can’t wait.” Chelsea smiles and then she looks over to Mac. “Mac and I have had some pretty wild nights in Puerto Rico, haven’t we?”
He keeps eating with his head down. He doesn’t answer and he doesn’t acknowledge what she has just said.
I get a vision of them fucking in a nightclub and my blood boils, even though I know I am being utterly ridiculous. I am unable to control it.
“What have you got planned for me at this port Mac?” She smiles sexily over the table.
I chew my food in silence as I stare at my plate.
“Enough, Chels. Cut the fucking shit.” He snarls.