“Think we should go back?”
“We’ll be fine so long as you don’t mind getting wet.”
“Oh, I don’t mind.”
“I figured that out already.”
We motored along, making idle small talk, until eventually we made it to the same spot as yesterday. It was far enough that we could barely see the land, but close enough that I didn’t feel like we were in any real danger from the storm.
The boat was rocking from side to side, the water a bit more aggressive than I had expected, but it wasn’t too bad. I was used to being out on a ship in stormy seas, though I was worried Claire might get seasick and upchuck or some shit. I didn’t want to have to deal with that at all.
“Ready to do this?” I asked her, dropping the anchor.
“Ready as ever.”
We stood up and looked out at the wet deck. “Be careful and don’t slip.”
“What if I fall overboard?”
“I’ll get you. Don’t you worry.”
We stepped out into the rain and Claire laughed. We were drenched immediately, and fortunately it was a hot day. The rain was comfortable and cool against my skin as we moved out onto the main deck and started to set up our fishing rods.
I couldn’t help but stare at Claire’s sweet ass in her soaked shorts. Her hair was pulled back in a soaking ponytail, and her white shirt was totally see-through, revealing a navy blue bikini top that barely concealed her amazing tits. My cock was hard almost as soon as we were out there, and I wanted her more than ever. She was soaked and practically begging for it.
“What are you looking at?” she asked.
“Your perfect fucking tits,” I said.
She blushed. “Don’t be so crude.”
“Just stating the truth. You look fucking incredible all dripping wet.”
“Let’s just start fishing.”
I helped her cast out, not at all hiding the fact that my dick was rock hard, but she didn’t seem to mind at all. Once she was set up, I cast my own rod.
“I like the way you handle that thing,” I said to her.
“I’m still new at this.”
“I know. You’re practically untouched. But you handle a rod like you were born to do it.”
She looked at me, making a face. “Thanks, I guess.”
“You’re welcome. A girl like you should know that she’s good with her hands, especially soaking wet.”
“Okay, you’re definitely not talking about fishing.”
“Nope. I never was.”
“Do you ever think about anything else?”
“Not when you’re around.”
“Must get exhausting.”
“Only because you pretend like you don’t want it.”
“Not pretending.”
“I don’t have time to fuck around, Claire. I live on the razor’s edge all the time. It’s my job and my fucking pleasure to risk my life day in and day out so people can be safe.”
“I know that.”
I stood back away from the deck and slipped off my soaking pants. She gaped for a second before realizing I was wearing a bathing suit underneath and quickly looked away.
“A little warning next time,” she said.
“I’d rather you watched. I know you like to look.”
She peeked back over at me as I stripped my shirt off.
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
“You think I don’t notice you staring? You’re like a starving animal.”
“What’s that?” she asked suddenly, pointing at the scar on my leg.
“That’s a scar, babe. I have a lot of them.”
“But it looks fresh.”
I was silent for a second. “I was wounded on my last mission. That’s why I’m even home, actually. Command mandated that I take some R&R, and so I did.”
She reached out but pulled her hand back. I laughed at her. “Go ahead,” I said, “touch it.”
She reached out again and her fingers gently touched the rough flesh of the scar. “Does it hurt?”
“Sometimes. Not as much anymore.”
She looked at me quietly for a second, and then her eyes narrowed. “What’s that?”
I followed her gaze and saw it immediately: a boat, gray against the gray ocean, slowly coming toward us. It was small and fast, the kind of boat that was built for taking other ships by surprise. I wasn’t sure I would have spotted it if she hadn’t noticed it first, which was impressive in itself, but I didn’t have time to think much about her eyesight.
“That’s a boat,” I said softly, mostly to myself.
“What’s it doing out here?”
“I’m not totally sure.”
She moved away, watching the boat coming slowly closer. Suddenly, a bad feeling hit me right in the gut; it was the same feeling I used to get before combat missions. I knew what it meant.