The Perfect Match: A New Adult Erotic Romance (Inseparable Book 2) (25 page)

The plan to be roommates after Charlotte graduated was running ahead of schedule. After the first of the year, Polly had moved into the two bedroom apartment just across the hall from her previous one bedroom apartment. Ironically, Kurt had leased her old apartment which gave her time to move over in stages when he was home to help. Despite living across the hall from each other, he hadn’t been around very often.

Charlotte had been coming up most weekends to move a few things, but Polly knew Christopher was the real reason she was there. Watching the two of them getting to know each other was amusing and sweet. Charlotte seemed so practical and confident, but sometimes she would slip up and show her innocence. Kurt was conspicuously silent on the topic, making her wonder what the real story was.

Kurt had spent the first couple of weeks of the new year in Mobile, Alabama shaking down their two ships. He’d renamed them
Cinnamon Wind
and
Sweet Charlotte
after his two favorite girls, which won him huge points with them both.

When it came time to get the ships back to Houston, Kurt hired the captain he’d sailed with over Christmas, Bo Tidewell. Polly had met him and his family when they got together to celebrate his hiring in mid-January. Bo was grateful for the job after he’d been let go when Deep Drilling sued his old company for breach of contract. The bad publicity for Johnson and Abernathy had taken its toll on their bottom line, so Kurt had been keeping his eye on their idle fleet.

Uncle Charlie had been spending a few days each week in Houston helping Kurt set up the new office. He also brought his amazingly efficient office admin, Bernice, who seemed to spontaneously produce order out of chaos. She found someone who was practically a clone of herself in Houston named Leona and hired her on the spot. Between the two of them, and a similarly minded admin from Deep Drilling, they had the work flowing smoothly between the three offices in a week.

Kurt and Bo spent their time hiring hands and mates for the ships as well as dock workers for loading and unloading the vessels. There were hundreds of details to take care of from acquiring loading equipment, safety inspections, and contracting services. A tense few days followed when Uncle Charlie and CJ took their ships, but Kurt and Bo were able to get the new ships off on the first delivery runs only a few days later than planned.

Hearing Kurt explain all of this each day when they spoke helped her know him better. She had always been attracted to him, but it delighted her to discover that under his somewhat rough exterior was a man with a sharp mind and strong will. When he got frustrated with how long it took him to read or write, she watched with pride as he pushed himself to overcome the challenge. And as his confidence in his ability to do the job grew, he seemed to grow in her eyes as well.

By the time they got to Pawpaw and Meemee’s house, Polly had worked herself into a horny frenzy. Thinking about her man the whole trip, especially after not being with him for a week, had slicked her panties until she could feel it when she walked. After helping unload the van, she took the girls outside find their cousin in the barn where the Mardi Gras float was being prepared.

“Uncle Kurt!” the girls shouted as they pulled away from Polly’s hands to run to him. He was filthy, sweaty, and still made her salivate like he was a rare steak.

“Don’t hug me!” he warned. “I’m too stinky for beautiful girls like you.” They hugged his legs anyway and immediately turned to inspect the colorful float he was standing near.

It was the same flatbed trailer the band had played on at Thanksgiving, but now it had been transformed into a fantastical boat of bright purple, gold, and green. There were people all around and inside it, decorating the float with flowers, streamers, and glittering treasures.

“Can we help?” Jen asked, looking intently at some of the kids her age working inside the float.

“Of course,” he said, then turned to one of the older boys nearby. “Jean, will you show Lisa and Jen what to do? I’m gonna take a break.”

“Sure,” Jean said. “Come on around where the steps are, but be careful.”

Kurt stepped out into the cool afternoon sunlight with Polly at his side. “How you been?” he asked with a grin that expressed his desire very clearly.

She kissed his cheek and whispered, “Horny.” Taking his hand she asked, “How about you?”

“About the same,” he said as the flush crept up his neck. “So?”

The last day of her period was Friday so she’d started taking the birth control pill again. He’d gone with her to see Dr. Gills so they could both be tested and cleared at the same time. Checking the little box asking for the standard pre-marital blood screening for compatibility made her heart pound in her ears. Doctor Gills noticed it, but only gave her a smile when she drew their blood. The tests came back clear and compatible, which Polly was looking forward to celebrating with Kurt.

“We can go skin-to-skin if you want to.” She felt the heat rising in her face to match his deepening flush.

“Shit,” he muttered, stopping to look around the big field. “We’ll never get a moment alone, not with everyone coming here for the parade tonight.”

“Where can we go?” she asked as she clutched at his sweaty shirt. “I don’t care about a bed. I just want you inside me.”

Kurt chuckled. “How about a ship?”

Polly’s eyes widened at his suggestion. “Seriously? Like the one we took that boat trip on?”

“Why not? I got the keys and no one will be out there today.”

“Let me go beg Jack or Julie to watch the girls for an hour or so.”

* * *

T
he guard at the dock waved when Kurt and Polly walked in from the parking lot. Kurt took her hand and pulled her along, looking back to grin every few steps. She recognized the
St. Marie
tied up among all the much larger ships. Kurt led her over the gangway and into the cargo area before dropping her hand to fish his keys out of his pocket.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asked with a puzzled smile.

Polly felt safe enough with him to be adventurous. “Hurry,” she said as she stroked his ass through his dirty jeans.

“Okay,” he laughed and pushed the pilot house door open.

The smell of machine oil and wet rope wasn’t exactly romantic, but Polly was already pushing down her own jeans and panties while Kurt locked the door behind them. Her panties were so wet she had to check her jeans for visible signs of her arousal.

“Oh, my,” Kurt muttered when he turned back into the room and walked up to her.

“I’m so horny I’m leaking through my panties,” she said holding up the evidence for his inspection. He took them from her hand and lifted them to his nose. “Why does that turn me on so much?” she mumbled as he hummed deep in his chest.

He grabbed her roughly and kissed her. “I’m filthy right now, I can’t believe you want me this way,” he said between kisses.

He had a strong scent from working in the barn all morning, but it wasn’t unpleasant. As he pulled his t-shirt off over his head she pressed her lips to his salty nipples and hugged him close. “You taste like a man,” she said, licking his sweaty chest up to kiss him again.

Pushing her back against the captain’s chair, Kurt unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper to release his pent up erection. Polly ran her hands along the front and down to cup his balls, making him gasp in her mouth. “I won’t last long,” he warned. “I haven’t had time to take care of myself.”

“You better not,” she growled. “I want you twice before we go back.” She scooted up on the tall captain’s chair, but kept herself open to him. “Give me that hot cock!”

Kurt knew exactly what she wanted. She groaned when he opened her with his fingers and muttered, “So wet.” Then he lifted his heavy shaft to her opening and slid himself inside. She gasped at the pleasant intrusion, putting her arms around his neck and pushing against his thrusts.

It was rough and primal, with Kurt growling against her neck while she bit his sweaty shoulder. As the pace increased, she began to slip around on the leather cushion but held on tighter to compensate, trusting he wouldn’t drop her on the floor.

The feeling of being lusted after and taken this way was painfully erotic, making Polly cry out as his shaft became like a rod of iron. He was sweating freely in the small room, making enough heat to warm them both. Because she was focused on his pleasure, her own sudden release came as a shock. He was still full of manic energy when Polly found herself unable to breathe while her body shook from the impact of her strong orgasm.

“Oh, god, I’m done,” he muttered before pinning her hard against the captain’s chair, grunting like an animal and attacking her mouth with his teeth. She met his passion with her own, drawing her fingernails down his back as he filled her with his seed for the first time.

“Give it all to me,” she growled, pulling his hair to expose his neck to her mouth. She felt him pulsing inside which made her feel even closer to him. “Oh, fuck, so good.”

They finally stilled, panting hard against each other. Polly leaned back to grin at him, his sweat covering her and his seed spilling out slowly. “That was one,” she chuckled. “Rest up quick.”

“Give me a minute,” he laughed. “You got to sit for that one. Next time I’m bending you over the instrument panel.”

She looked around to see a pile of dirty packing blankets stacked near the bulkhead door. “Throw one of those over first,” she said with a nod.

“Those smelly old things?” he asked and shook his head. “I’m beginning to wonder if I even know you.”

“Oh, you know me,” she said, touching his face with her open palm. He had the most expressive eyes. She could tell so much about him now by studying his face. “And I know you.”

“Yes,” he agreed. “And Mama has been hounding me to tell her everything I know about you.”

“Don’t worry,” Polly said, keeping her fears to herself.

“I’m not worried,” he said as he hugged her close. “I’m excited. Ever since Kendall ended up pregnant, she’s been acting like I finally have some sense.”

Polly smiled as his scent tickled her nose. “I love the way you smell, even when you’re a little stinky.”

“I love the way you scrunch up your face when you let yourself go.” The warm way he said it nearly brought tears to her eyes. Then he whispered, “I love...”

When he didn’t keep going, she pulled back to find him swallowing hard. “What?” she asked.

“Nothin’,” he said. “Got a little carried away, is all.” He smiled away the serious expression and asked, “Have you seen what Charlotte made for you to wear on the float tonight?”

“She sent me a picture over the weekend, but you were the first person I went looking for when we got here.” She reached down to caress his soft shaft and balls.

“That feels nice,” he said as he shut his eyes.

“I love your balls,” she said and laughed. “I know that sounds weird, but they are so much fun to play with. If I had a pair I’d never leave my room.”

“I’m the same way about your boobs,” he said as he brushed his fingertips across her nipples.

“They like you, too,” she whispered. Before long he stiffened in her hand making her want to have him again. “How about you throw a blanket over that panel?”

He went through the pile to find a cleaner one, then threw it over the instrument panel next to the ship’s wheel. Pulling her into a kiss, he quickly turned her around to push her down against the panel.

His fingers held her open while he inched his way inside. “I love when you fill me up,” she sighed. It only took a moment until drops of her arousal tickled down her thighs.

“You feel so great. It’s
so
much better now without condoms,” he said.

“I could even feel it when you came last time,” she murmured. “I
loved
it.”

She bowed her back to help the angle, lifting up on her toes to control where he rubbed. The deck was freezing on her bare feet, but she quickly forgot to notice as he squeezed her hips to control their motions.

“I’m getting close,” she whispered. “Go harder.”

He began to slap against her thighs as he pushed himself to meet her request. Gripping the blanket, she let him drive her into a screaming climax. He pushed hard, completely filling her as her wavering cry turned into a strained whine. At it’s peak, hot liquid splashed down her legs as she collapsed against the counter.

Kurt held himself still until she recovered, then growled, “It is so fucking hot when you do that.”

“I can’t help it,” she whispered with a smile over her shoulder. “It just happens sometimes when it’s really strong. Sorry if I got it on you.”

“Oh, no, you can do that
anytime
you want.” He reached down to gather a few drops on his finger, then licked them off. “I wish I could taste it from the source.”

Hearing his enthusiasm made her chuckle, which made him grip her hips and gasp. “You like it when I laugh with you inside me?” she asked and laughed some more. That got him moving again as she hissed her approval.

“You’ve had two,” he said as he rubbed her ass. “My turn!” She was shocked when he slapped her cheek without warning, but it made her tingle in the right places.

“Ow,” she said as she smiled over her shoulder. He did it again, watching her closely with a raised eyebrow. “I kinda like that, but not too hard.”

The tempo increased as he squeezed her ass harder than normal or slapped her when she wasn’t expecting it. “So you like that?” he murmured to her.

“Yes,” she gasped as he hit her again. It stung, but made her tense up around his shaft in a way that gave her chills. “It’s getting me off. Try to finish with me this time.”

“Hurry,” he said. “Watching my hand print glowing on your ass is too much.”

“Yes, my ass,” she begged, then bowed her back and opened herself to him. Spreading her open further, he pressed his thumb down hard against her puckered opening. “That’s it!”

He cried out and pushed her against the counter. With a final squeeze, the tip of his thumb slipped in, making her answer his cry with her own. The moment of union with him was a frenzy of wet explosions, ending with him leaning over and dripping sweat along her back. Removing himself from both places, he staggered back to sit in the captain’s chair to recover.