Bared to Him (3 page)

“
My baby is growing up,” he whispered against her
ear.

His baby
. Gosh, was he for real? She’d
stopped being a baby years ago.

“
I’m impressed you didn’t argue more about this run. You’re
turning into a real professional. I promise. Spring runs will be
yours,” he said as he let her go. He gazed at her with love in his
eyes and it made
her
feel guilty for extracting this promise out of him.

“
You be very careful out there, sweet pea. Keep an eye on the
marine forecast. Storms can sneak up on you this time of the
year.”

“
I will.”

“
And don’t argue with Gray when you’re out there. You two need
each other to keep this delivery on time. You can run the boat
nights while Gray takes to the ocean and follows you. In the
mornings, you can both sleep. He’ll do the renovations to the yacht
in the afternoons and evenings. Gray has the itinerary. Stick with
it and you’ll have no problems.”

Miranda
nodded. She could promise to stick with the schedule, but Gray, on
the other hand, was going to be a problem. Especially with that
earlier sexual fantasy still very fresh in her mind and affecting
her body.

* * * *
*

As
Miranda hauled her belongings below deck to the master cabin, she
thought about her past. For her entire life she’d craved being near
the ocean. That urge had really come out following the tragic death
of her mother. She’d been five and her dad had moved the two of
them inland. But Miranda had grown depressed and moody, crying and
begging to go back home. Home, meaning the ocean.

Therefore, in his overprotectiveness, he’d then moved them
here to the secluded bay near the Alaskan Glacier Park. Here, with
the stunning backdrop of snow-capped mountains and glistening ocean
waves and an abundance of nature, Jack had built his custom-made
yacht business and home schooled Miranda. In turn, she had
flourished.

Miranda
smiled at the memories of carefree days as she followed moose and
deer in the nearby woods, taking the motorboat out and chasing the
seagulls. The air was fresh and salt-tinged and the evening sunsets
were spectacular. This evening was no exception, she thought, as
she climbed topside and took her place at the helm.

Ahead of
her, the horizon glowed gold. Behind her, her dad stood on the dock
and waved goodbye. She returned his wave and then reluctantly
turned away as a bubble of emotion snapped through her. Quickly she
brushed away some renegade tears, took a deep breath, and put the
yacht into a faster pace.

She truly
loved her dad but it seriously was time to break free of his tight
restraints on all aspects of her life. She looked out at the moody
ocean.

Somewhere
out there Gray was already swimming beneath the dark waters doing
God knew what. Until recently, she hadn’t been interested in his
nocturnal turnings. However, tonight there was an invisible pull to
gaze out into the darkness and search for a sign of him. But she
saw nothing except the full moon slowly lifting out of the ocean
horizon and an occasional glitter of silver rings as a fish jumped
out of the water and splashed back in.

Giving up
her search for Gray, she turned the yacht out of the bay. Tonight
the water was choppy and the October breeze was cold. She didn’t
waste any time closing the nearby windows. In order to make good
time they would do as her dad instructed. She would pilot the boat
during the nights and they would sleep during the mornings when the
yacht was anchored. Gray would work on what needed doing thru the
afternoons. It was best if she stayed away from him, because he
both irritated and fascinated her at the same time.

Man, she
just wished she wasn’t so damned confused about him.

* * * *
*

Loneliness wrapped around Gray as he swam through the murky
ocean water. He used the currents to help him move along with the
yacht. He munched on whatever seafood got in his way, and he kept
his hearing tuned to the sound of the yacht’s motor
nearby.

When the
need to see her could hold him back no longer, he popped his head
above the surface and sniffed the air, inhaling Miranda’s succulent
scent. Every time he smelled her, his cock swelled. Along with it,
came an intense need to lure her into the water with him. He wanted
to swim with her, mate with her, and just have her with him all the
time.

Life as
an Octoposeidon wasn’t easy. He spent his nights napping, eating,
and steering clear of predators and craving female companionship.
But females were scarce. They were the weaker of the species and
many died at birth. It did not matter if she was born as a human
during the day or born as an Octoposeidon during by night. No one
knew why most females didn’t survive. It just was.

The
sudden urge to get back under the water to breathe grabbed him and
reluctantly he followed his need for survival.

* * * *
*

British Columbia, North Coast

It was
just after dawn when Gray turned back into his human form. He was
soaking wet and naked as he climbed up the yacht ladder, and padded
across the deck. Miranda had been motoring for more than twelve
hours with him propelling himself along behind her. He’d had no
trouble keeping up with the fast pace and she’d dropped anchor over
an hour ago. Since then, he’d been waiting in the chilly waters to
return to his human form so he could get back onto the
boat.

He knew
he should try to get some sleep. However, resting was the last
thing he wanted, especially with Miranda on board. The instant he’d
climbed out of the water, her sensual scent had captured his full
attention. As he let himself into the wheelhouse, he gazed down at
himself.

An
extreme tightness had grabbed his balls. His cock was at full mast.
It was engorged, swollen, and aching like a son of a bitch.
Frustration burned through him as he opened the windows and allowed
the fresh air to blow away her scent.

He knew
he should not let her smell get into the air. It would carry for
miles in the wind and capture the attention of any other
Octoposeidon males in the area. But, this morning, he just had to
find a way to get her off his mind and getting rid of her scent was
hopefully going to help. Besides, by the time any Octo male caught
wind, they’d be long gone from this area.

He was
about to press the button to pull up anchor when a sexy little
sound drifted through the wheelhouse. He paused. Miranda? Was she
masturbating? Sure, he’d heard her moaning away in her bedroom back
in the building he shared with Jack and Miranda. He’d listened at
her bedroom door plenty of times while she masturbated.

It was a
good thing her father was hard at hearing and had his bedroom far
away from the area where Miranda and Gray slept, or Jack would have
put a stop to Gray sneaking around outside her bedroom the way he’d
been doing the past few months.

“
Just pull up anchor and turn on the engines and get the hell
moving, Gray,” he muttered to himself. The engines would drown out
her sexy mews and he could get on with the day. Yet, he
hesitated.

A soft
gasp drifted to his ears. His cock hardened some more. He
swallowed.

Don’t go down there. Gray. Stay here.

Even as
he was warning himself, he was moving out of the wheelhouse,
heading down the stairwell and stepping into the narrow
companionway that led to her cabin. Her succulent scent was
powerful down here and it took everything in his being to stay away
from her.

A soft
cry. A gasp. A broken moan.

He stayed
at the doorway and listened. Excitement pounded him. Need tore
through him.

She cried
out again. He reached out and his fingers rested on the knob. He
wavered.

What the hell are you doing
?
Jack put you in charge of her safety. You owe him
to keep her safe. Even from you.

A muffled
wail shot through the companionway. His resolve broke. He opened
her door.

Her
sweet, intoxicating scent crushed his self-restraint and he stepped
into the cabin. Gray light streamed in through the several
portholes, illuminating her.

She was
lying on her side, in the king sized bed. Blankets had tangled
around her body. Her cute feet stuck out from beneath the sheets,
but he had no problem making out her succulent curves pressing
against the covers. Her hair looked like a golden waterfall splayed
out on the pillow. Long, black eyelashes framed her closed eyes and
a hint of blush had swept across her cheeks.

She
looked like an angel. So beautiful. So perfect.

His
.

He
swallowed and took a few more steps into the room. Her breathing
was fast and she moaned softly again. The sound clutched at him. He
slipped both his hands in front of his thighs and grabbed a hold of
his cock. It jerked hot and wild as he stroked himself. His velvety
hard flesh strained and burned against his fingers, the veins
pulsing against his palms.

She cried
out again and he suddenly realized she wasn’t masturbating. She was
fucking dreaming.

Irritation snapped through him. Whom the fuck was she
fantasizing about? He knew that females experienced extreme sexual
fantasies shortly before they went into the Change. It happened
while they were awake and while they slept. It appeared she was
having one now. Her wickedly attractive scent certainly attested to
that fact.

“
Gray?” she whispered.

She was
fantasizing about him. Why would she be fantasizing about him after
all the teasing he’d done to keep her away from him?

She moved
off her side and onto her back. She thrust her arms out. The
blankets drifted off her neck and down, revealing her
breasts.

Oh, man.
This was so not good. But really good, at the same time. He bit his
lower lip and stifled a groan as he studied her. Her breasts
weren’t large nor were they small. They were just right and he knew
they would fit perfectly into his palms. Her areoles were big and
round and her nipples were huge and erect.

She cried
out his name again.

His gut
twisted. Sexual hunger tore through him. His cock hardened to a
painful throb. He winced.

Her
feminine aroma made him dizzy with need.

He needed
relief. Big time. He had to get out of here before the last shred
of his self-control tore away and he climbed on top of her and made
love to her.

He could
barely walk as he slipped out of her room. Up in the wheelhouse, he
pulled up anchor and started the engine. Thankfully, the rumble
drowned her sexy hot sounds, but her scent continued to cloak him
and taunt him.

Defeat
made him curse. He reached down and wrapped his fingers around his
thick erection. With his other hand, he stroked the growing length.
Instantly, pleasure spiralled along his shaft. He squeezed his eyes
shut and let his breath escape between his slightly parted
lips.

With a
steady rhythm, he rubbed himself harder and faster. His body
tightened. Sensations, hot and sharp, snapped along his length. His
thoughts and his restraint disintegrated. He thrust his cockhead
against a nearby computer console, gasping at the cool hardness of
the smooth plastic.

Pleasure
exploded into shudders and poured through him. His legs weakened.
He cried out Miranda’s name as his release shot out of
him.

* * * *
*

Have
mercy! Miranda moaned as she awoke to arousal coursing through her
and the cracking of her heart beating way too loudly in her
ears.

Oh wait. It wasn’t her heart. Someone
was
hammering. It took her a few
seconds to orient herself as a foreign room rolled into view. Then
she remembered. She wasn’t making love with Gray as she’d been
dreaming, but she was sleeping in the yacht.

She’d
been unusually tired and wickedly aroused all last night and before
turning in to sleep she’d left a note for Gray, telling him not to
worry about making noise. That extra wall and everything that came
with it, plus the new bathroom, had to be finished and she needed
to get away from him as soon as possible. These sex dreams she was
having about him were breaking down her resistance to
Gray.

Her pussy
convulsed just thinking of him. She could smell him too. Sweat,
soft-scented soap and prime male. She inhaled deeply and allowed
his smell to invade all her senses. She trembled as images of Gray
erupted inside her mind again.

Visions
of his muscular arms wrapping around her waist, and holding her
steady. Of her looking down and watching his thick, pulsing shaft
slide into her pussy.

Oh! This
was getting utterly ridiculous. Why couldn’t she stop thinking
about him?

Maybe you should fuck him
, a naughty
voice prodded from somewhere in the back of her mind.

Shut up
!
Shut
up
!

She
needed to get out of bed and into the shower. A cold shower. Then
she’d figure out what to do next.