Page 47 of Weathering The Storm

I frown, opening my mouth to tell him,You really don’t have to do that, but Seth answers before I get the chance.

“Sure, man. That’d be great.”

The gesture is nice, truly. I’m grateful to have such an accepting crew. But going from completely opaque to transparent about my romantic life involves an adjustment period. My face is on fire while Seth stands there, perfectly neutral, and relays my instructions to Perry. Like the three of us aren’t all fully aware of why Seth was so quick to say yes to his offer.

It’s been a week since the last time we had a room to ourselves, and I can’t entirely tell if my heart is beating faster out of mortification or anticipation.

The second, I think. Until Perry jams two fingers in his mouth and whistles as Seth follows me back into my room.

“I can’t believe you took him up on this,” I mutter when Seth shuts the door behind us.

He lifts a brow. “You can’t?”

Whatever I was going to say next, it comes out in an unintelligible stammer as he unbuckles the straps of his bibs and peels his hoodie off.

I can’t believe Iwasn’tgoing to take Perry up on this.

“Ow ow owwwww, get it Cap’!”comes a shout from the wheelhouse.

He’s being a shit. He can’t hear a damn thing from in here while the engine’s running. That’s why I crack the door and use all thevolume in my lungs to shout back: “Thanks for volunteering to clean the bilge when we dock.”

“Fuck. Seriously?”

I shut the door. Make sure it’s locked.

Seth chuckles. “That should help him mind his own business.”

“One can hope.”

He comes chest to chest with me, cupping the back of my neck and resting his forehead against mine. The slope of his nose hugs the bumped bridge of mine. “We don’t have to do anything. But the weather’s perfect out there. I’m not passing up a chance to be alone with you.”

After days on end of running on empty, his presence alone fills me until I’m ready to burst.

I know we don’thaveto do anything. We could fall asleep together and it would be heaven. But logic doesn’t make its way through to the parts of me that crave more. More of his body heat, more of his words, more of his friction.

My throat audibly clicks with my swallow. “I’m gonna rinse off real quick.”

“Okay.” Seth smiles, only backing away by an inch to lift both layers of long sleeves over my head. His fingers dip into the drawstring waist of my sweatpants, and my cock jumps. “Want company?”

I glance over at the head, the shower roughly the size of a closet. “I don’t think we’ll—”

“We’ll fit. If you don’t mind a tight squeeze.”

The whole sentence doesn’t register. Only two-word chunks at a time.We’ll fit. Tight squeeze.

Nothing civilized comes out of me in response. I’m already pulling off his pants and kicking mine to the side. Bringing him in by his hips and walking him backwards, groaning as his erection continues to harden against mine.

I get the hot water started, slipping into the shower locker and sucking in a breath as he steps in behind me. Hot water cascades down my chest and Seth’s naked body aligns with mine, drawing out a sigh of relief.

Seth grabs the bar of soap off the small rack and works it into a lather over my back, his dick wedged between my thighs. “Told you we’d fit.”

Corners of my brain where embarrassment and uncertainty once lived all go dark, and the only thing left of me is carnal. We fit so perfectly against each other, Ineedto know the way we fit inside of each other. I don’t just want him behind me with gentle caresses, soaping up my chest and arms, skin and hair. I want him behind me with prying hands and forceful thrusts.

Those hands make their way down, gripping my shaft, cupping my balls, while his cock pulses against my flesh.

My head drops beneath the spray of the showerhead, my voice coming out garbled. “Not tired. Want you too bad.”

“Anything you want.”