Raging Hard(33)

I started the engines and enjoyed their hum as I sat back and waited for her to finish. I didn’t know what she was playing at trying to get us out on the bay alone in the rain, but I couldn’t exactly back down. I wasn’t a coward, but I just didn’t see how it was going to be fun. Then again, seeing Claire get soaking wet might be worth it.

“Let’s do it,” she said, appearing in the cabin door.

“Full speed ahead.” I hit the throttle and we were off, pulling out into the bay.

She sat down next to me and put her feet up on the dash.

“Nothing better than the open sea,” she said.

“Didn’t know you were into it.”

“I wasn’t, I guess, but it’s really growing on me.”

“All you needed was a SEAL to show you the ropes.”

“Yeah, right,” she mumbled.

The clouds began to grow darker in the sky, and I frowned down at the little radar screen. We clearly had a storm coming, but Claire was probably right. It was going to be mostly rain, which meant the water shouldn’t be too choppy. We’d be fine out in the bay.

“Where to, then, captain?” I asked her.

“I’m the captain now?”

“Honorary. We both know who’s really in charge.”

She laughed. “I don’t know. Let’s go to the same spot as yesterday and do some fishing.”

“Roger that.” I tapped a few buttons and set the course. The ship could probably navigate by itself if I let it, but I liked having control over the steering. As we began to get farther out away from land, the rain started, a little drizzle at first that quickly turned into a real, steady rain.

“Looks like I was right,” Claire said.

“Seems that way.” I peered out at the clouds. There hadn’t been any lightning yet, which was good.

“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.”