"You mentioned you got a good start on the story this morning." Trey put his drink on the coffee table and rested his arm along the back of the couch.
"I did. Surprisingly. I confess I wasn't too sure about it last night. I got home and was feeling a little out of sorts about it all, but I think I can do this. It's not as far out of my comfort zone as I expected. I guess I can thank you for pushing me to step out of that zone."
"Are you ready to try again?"
Yes, with you, I wanted to shout but just shrugged. "I suppose."
"I couldn't help but notice you were eyeing that custom chair."
I laughed. "That's because I've never seen anything quite like it before."
"Oh, then maybe I misread that parted lips look of wonder on your face."
"Well, I might have been a little curious. What I'd really like to do is wash off this salt water. Do you think I could take a quick shower?"
"Absolutely." I followed him into the bedroom. He stepped into the richly appointed bathroom, decorated with clean modern lines of pewter and dark gray tile. He pressed a few buttons in the shower and hot water streamed from three different shower heads. He pulled out several plush towels and placed them on the vanity, before quickly exiting the room.
I slipped off my bikini. Even the water in his shower felt expensive and luxurious. The man might have grown up with very little, but he sure knew how to live now. Warm, steamy water sprayed at me from every angle, giving me the best cleaning of my life and all with very little effort on my part. I plucked the bottle of body wash from the shelf in the shower and opened it. The scent of Trey's soap came wafting out. I closed my eyes and breathed it in, pretending it was him standing in the shower with me.
He'd run from the bathroom so quickly, it would have been comical if it hadn't been so damn disappointing. I was sure I wasn't the first woman to stand in this shower, but I was equally sure that I was the first one to stand in it alone. I just needed to stop obsessing about Trey's lack of interest and focus on getting to the heart of my article, which was me and my sexuality.
It took me a second to figure out the high tech shower, but somehow, I managed to shut down all the water. The towels were like clouds. I wrapped one around me and walked into the bedroom where I'd left my clothes.
I could hear Trey moving about up on deck and wondered if he was getting ready to head back to the marina. Trey had never put the custom chair back into the panel in the wall, and I decided to satisfy my curiosity a bit. I still had the towel wrapped around me as I sat on the chair and leaned back. It was soft but firm enough for some raunchy fun. The seat was split in two and I could open the two sections by moving my legs apart.
The playful blue handcuffs dangled above my head, and as I reached up to grab them, my towel fell open and away from my body. Holding the cuffs made my body arch forward off the chair. I leaned my head back and tried to imagine what it would be like to be cuffed to the chair, with Trey between my wide open thighs. My pussy warmed and I grew wet with the thought of his hands and mouth on me, his naked body covering mine on the highly erotic chair. I was sure sex with Trey would be like nothing else I'd ever experienced. Definitely no peanut butter sandwiches involved.
My eyes stayed closed. Thinking about Trey standing at the captain's helm, shirtless with just his swim trunks, captain's hat and cocky smile, I coasted into a dizzying state of arousal. I moved my hand down over my breasts, imagining it was his hand cupping me and teasing my nipple. My hand continued down to my pussy. With the help of the chair, I spread my thighs wider and slipped my fingers between the folds to my throbbing clit. I badly wished that in my haste to leave Trey's house the night before that I'd had the guts to walk out with the Easy Come, Easy O box he'd given me.
I arched my back more as my fingers massaged my clit. In my haze, I heard a low groan, that I was sure hadn't come from me.
I sat up with a start. Trey was standing in the doorway, watching me with a gaze that sent a thrilled shiver through me.
"Don't stop."
"No, I can't. I don't want to do this alone." I hopped up off the chair, a feat that wasn't easy with two mobile seat cushions. A nervous laugh fell from my mouth. "Maybe I need to restart this idea with a willing partner." I plucked the towel off the ground. Before I knew what was happening, he grabbed the other end of it. The intense heat in his pale eyes seemed to be a mixture of frustration and lust.
One sharp tug and he yanked me toward him. I slammed right into his hard body, my breasts pressed against his bare chest. I backed off, not sure how to read his expression. He followed my steps. The wall stopped my progress. Trey tossed aside the towel. He pressed his hands against the wall on each side of my head, trapping me in the circle of his arms. He was so close, I could taste the salt on his skin when I licked my bottom lip, a nervous reflex that he watched intently as if I was performing some amazing magic trick with my tongue.
"What makes you think I wouldn't be a willing partner?" His mouth moved closer to mine, hovering so close I could feel his warm breath on my lips. My pussy and clit were newly awakened by the vision of his powerful arms taking hold of me as he fucked me against the wall.
I peered up into his face. "I guess I'm just feeling a little confused. Lots of mixed signals."
He stared down at my lips and then dropped his gaze to my naked body. My body reacted instantly, my nipples puckering to tight buds and moisture pooling in my pussy. This was happening. I wanted him so badly, I had to work hard not to slip down the wall into a whimpering puddle.
His gaze locked with mine again. "Then maybe I need to untwist some of those mixed signals." His mouth barely grazed mine when an obnoxiously loud boat horn rattled the entire boat.
It sounded again, breaking the tension and stopping cold whatever was about to happen. I was going to believe that it was a kiss followed by a lot of other wonderful things.
"Hey, Captain Armstrong!" A voice shouted through a megaphone.
"Friends of yours?" I asked.
"Maybe not after today. Fuck," Trey muttered as he dropped his arms and walked out.
I could hear voices and laughter and music coming from whatever boat had just pulled up next to the Two. I looked around and realized I'd left my t-shirt out on the deck. I pulled my bikini back on and decided to run out and grab it.
A boat that was comparable in size and luxury to Trey's boat bobbed on the rippling water about ten feet away. There were several guys standing along the railing wearing swim trunks and holding beers. Trey was standing at the railing talking to them about a yacht party.
I scurried toward the bow. My t-shirt was on the ground beneath the lounge. As I bent down to pick it up, a shrill whistle shot through the air. "Whooee, Trey, how the hell do you always find the hottest women on the planet?" one of the men yelled.
Trey hadn't noticed me behind him. He turned and his expression darkened when he saw me. Even from where I stood, I could see his jaw tense. His friends, however, were having the opposite reaction.
"Hey, baby, if you get tired on that boat, you should bring that hot little bikini over here," the guy shouted.
I gave them a weak wave hello and moved closer to the railing, thinking Trey would introduce me. I wasn't loving the attention but I wasn't hating it either. Trey had accused me of hiding what he'd considered my superpower, my sexuality, so this moment seemed like a good place to try it out. Just for fun. Only fun didn't seem to be on Trey's mind at all.
He shot me a sideways glance. "Aren't you going to pull on that t-shirt?" His angry tone cut right though me. The humiliation I felt made tears burn my eyes.
I raced away, practically falling on my face as I pulled the shirt over my head. I got to the bedroom and pulled on my shorts. Then I sat on the trunk, with my arms wrapped around my body, holding myself together. There was no way I should have been so hurt by his admonishment to pull on my shirt, but I couldn't stop the tears. I was feeling a mix of humiliation and anger and hurt, and I wanted to get off the boat so badly, I actually considered making a swim for shore. If the cove weren't lined with rocks and jungle-like vegetation, I might just have done it.
Trey's footsteps plodded across the deck and down the steps. I quickly wiped away any sign of a tear and took a deep steadying breath, waiting for him to appear in the doorway.
"Georgie," he started in a much gentler tone, "I'm sorry. I hadn't meant to be so harsh. It's just that I—"
"Take me back to the marina," I said sharply. "Right now."
Chapter Sixteen
Trey
Chase was polished like a damn sparkling chandelier when he reached my front door. "You ready? I booked a block of suites at the hotel. I figured we were going to be too wasted to drive home tonight." He stepped inside. "In fact I could use a drink before we even hit the road." He raced past me to the wet bar. "Zane mentioned that things haven't gone too well with that magazine reporter." He stood behind the bar and lifted out a bottle of gin.
"Hey, mix me one of those too, and lace mine with something that will put me in a coma for the night."
"Uh oh, so it's going coma bad. I'll put in an extra shot of gin, but I'm all out of coma inducing pills." Chase poured the drinks. He had his black hair slicked back, but he'd decided not to shave, a look that always made the women at a party cling to him.