Two Captains, One Chair: An Alaskan Romantic Comedy (28 page)

“That’s disgusting, man.  And wrong.  No.  Name something else.”

“Uh…”  The orange man probably hadn’t brought much with him except the clothes on his back and some fishing equipment.  Probably a camera, maybe a laptop.  The wife’s jewelry.

I watched his eyes flicker as he tried to decide what he was willing to offer.

Ed breathed a gusty sigh and threw him a bone.  “Your silence.  I want your silence.  You win, I give you your money back.  I win, and you walk outta here without your money, and keep your mouth shut about the whole thing.  Deal?”

The man nodded eagerly.

“Okay.  Let’s go.”

I grabbed Ed’s arm as he started to brush by me.  “What are you
doing
?” I hissed.  Ed was too nice a guy to be trading punches with someone.  I didn’t want his face, or his hands, or his chest, or any part of his wonderful body messed up.  I didn’t want him hurt, period.

“Keeping this guy quiet,” he said, looking down at me with what appeared to be growing amusement.  “Why?  You worried about me?”

I lowered my voice.  “Can you fight?”  I wasn’t letting him go until he gave me some assurance that he’d be okay.  I mean, what if the guy punched him in the face?  His beard might cushion the blow slightly, but he could still lose teeth.  Or have an eye gouged out.  Or wind up with one of those horrible cauliflower ears.

“I’m the Guidefather,” he whispered back, as if that were any kind of answer.  Then he peeled my hand gently off his arm, and walked toward the door.

I moved to follow.

“Oh no no no,” he said, putting a hand up at chest-level to stop me.  “You’re not gonna watch.”

“But—”

“You’re staying right here, you little fainter.  I’m not done talking to you.”

“But—”

“I’ll be back in five minutes.  Maybe less.”  He nodded at Paul, who moved to block the door.

“Hey, wait,” said Gary.  “I want in.  Do you have that rule, on your first night at fight club, you fight?”

Ed nodded.  “You can fight after me.”

“Sweet.”  Gary thrust his dart rifle into Helly’s arms.  “Here honey,” he said.  “Hold this for me.”  He pressed a quick kiss to her mouth, and followed Ed out the door.

Paul put himself in the opening, blocking our view, and our exit.

I crossed my arms.  “Son of a bitch,” I said.

Helly took a deep breath.  “Am I the only one that doesn’t want to wait here for a talking-to?” she asked.

“No.  I’m kind of pissed off at men in general right now.”

“Me too,” she said.

We both looked at Paul.  He gazed back with his indifferent glower.  At that moment, I found it quite infuriating.

Maybe Helly did, too.

“Fuck it,” Helly said.  She shouldered the dart gun, and shot him.  Then—I’m guessing it was for good measure because the guy looked like he weighed a ton—she shot him again.  The man crashed to the floor with the heavy finality of a buffalo driven off a cliff.

“Let’s blow this joint,” she said.

“Wait.”

She looked at me.

“I’m staying.”  I wanted—needed—to have this confrontation with Ed.  I wasn’t going to run from it.  Not now.

Turning on my heel, I went and sat in his big chair.  For it could only be his. 
‘Guidefather’, indeed
.

I settled back, grinning, and crossed my legs.  Let him find me like this.  Let him find out who’d
actually
be getting a talking-to.  And who’d be groveling on his knees.

Suddenly, Ed was in the doorway.  His chest was bare, his muscles taut.  His eyes, as they found me, narrowed.

I frowned. 
Hadn’t he been going to fight? 
He’d only been gone a minute, tops.  Maybe he’d forgotten his good luck headband?  Or—

Helly fired a dart at him, but he dodged it.  The dart whizzed through the doorway and into the crowd.  Ed lunged forward and snatched the dart gun from Helly’s hands.  Then he crossed to me, and scooped me up out of his chair.

“Whaaa—!”

He was already walking, with me hanging, once more, over his shoulder.  He ducked through the doorway.

I pushed myself up, peering toward the cage, trying to figure out what the heck was going on.  They were just pulling a limp, carroty-colored dude from the ring.  He certainly wasn’t whining anymore.

“Did you kill him?” I demanded, thumping my fist in the small of Ed’s back.

“What?  No.  I just knocked him out.”  He put his hand on my ass, his fingertips digging into my crack in a proprietary way.  I squirmed as he took the stairs.

“Where the heck are you taking me?” I asked as he turned to the right and started up another set.

“Guest bedroom.”

“Oh. 
Oh
.”  I wiggled some more, not sure how I felt about this.  Ed had been lying to me, and he was apparently a sexist prick, and— “Oh!” I said, as I landed on my back on the bed.  The door closed behind us, shutting me in with him.

“You scared me today,” Ed said.  There was only dim light coming through the curtained window, but it caressed each of his hard muscles as he loomed.

“Um,” I said, transfixed.

“You used your gossiping powers for evil, and…”  He leaned closer, his eyes gleaming.  “…I think maybe you deserve a punishment.”

I rolled my eyes, but then squealed when he grabbed my ankles, and dragged me to the edge of the bed.  “What are you—?”

He was disrobing me, that’s what.  He popped the button of my ugly pants, and dragged them and my panties down my legs.

I kicked free and started to crab-crawl backward.  “Ed, we can’t.  In the guest room?  It’s too public.  We’ll be caught.”  My voice was breathless, betraying my excitement.  I came up against the wall.

Ed crawled after me.  “You’ve been a bad, bad girl,” he said, his voice a husky whisper.

I squeaked again as his warm hand wrapped around my bare ankle.

“Shhh,” he said.  “Like you said, they’ll hear you.”  He crawled even closer, tugging me downward, pushing my legs apart.

My heart raced.  My pussy was liquid fire.  “E-e-Ed,” I stuttered.

He dragged me away from the wall, and shoved my knees up so I was fully exposed to him.  Then he buried his mouth against me.

“Aaah!”  I arched under him, shuddering at the shock of it, twisting my fingers in his hair.

His tongue slid upward along my slit.  He licked me in several long, soothing, opening strokes.  He guided my legs even wider, then slid his hand up to cover my trembling belly.

“Oh,” I sighed, finally relaxing under him.  Waves of sensation flowed through me, making my breath catch.  What he was doing felt fabulous.

I pressed myself up against his mouth as I started to pant.  “I thought—I thought this was supposed to be punishment.”

“Oh, it will be,” he murmured.  His tongue probed between my inner lips, pushing into me, lapping me up.

I had no idea how that could be, but at this point, I didn’t freaking care.  “Oh… gawd,” I groaned.

He was making sounds of appreciation, humming against my clit, slurping me up.  The sensations were raw, and the wet sounds made me want to squirm—except I already was.

Someone pounded on the door, making me jump.  The knob rattled.  “Suzy, you in here?” Helly called.

“Shhh,” Ed said again, and this time I was content to follow his orders.  He was, after all, eating me out.  He moved upward, swirling his tongue around my clit.

I shuddered as his long, hard finger slid into me, then moaned and dug my heels into the bed as he quickly followed it with another.  I rocked my hips up to meet his thrusts, my whole body alive with tingles as I tracked the unpredictable wanderings of his tongue.  It slipped, and stroked, and flicked, and I couldn’t tell where I ended and the hot flood of his breath began.

My lower belly was tightening, but the rest of me relaxed under his care.  I was giving myself over to it, accepting anything he had to give me.

His fingers pushed into me.  Harder.  Deeper.  I pulled at his hair, each of my panting breaths a beseeching moan.

Pound, pound, pound.
  “Suzy?”

Aw, hell.  Fucking
—gasp-and-a-shudder—
Helly
.

Ed’s fingers changed their stroke, curving inside me, and a wash of sensation made me arch with a groan I tried to muffle.  My eyes rolled upward.  His lips closed around my clit, and he started to suck.  I bucked under him, the rush of pleasure just too freaking much.  I tried to yank his head away.

He stayed in place, stroking, sucking.

The universe was imploding.  I couldn’t get enough air.

The door rattled.  “Suzy!  Are you in there?”  Helly sounded impatient now.

I shook my head from side to side, biting down, trying not to make verbal evidence of the tsunami of pleasure cresting inside me.

“Scream for me,” Ed said.  His efforts redoubled with long, strong, thick plunges of his fingers, each one stroking that spot.  And then his tongue, his mouth, that wet suction.

My body went up in flames.  I was shaking, my thighs trembling, feeling like I was being burned alive.  But still, I held my jaw clamped.

“Suzy?  I hear someone in there.”  The knob rattled again.

He groaned as he felt me squeezing his fingers.  “Do it,” he growled, his voice vibrating against me.

I moaned instead.

He chuckled, but his voice sounded strained.  “You stubborn little thing.”  Then he slid his pinky into my butt.

I arched.  Choked.  Went momentarily blind.  Felt like my nerve endings were incinerating.  Might have squirted a little.

Then
I screamed.

“Gary, help me with this!” I heard from far, far away.

The door crashed open, splinters of wood flying in every direction.  Light blinded me, and some instinct grabbed at a blanket and yanked it up over my naked legs and Ed’s dark head between them.  Ed was laughing, his breath hot puffs against my inner thighs, his mirth shaking the bed.

And his finger, as I looked up to see my best friend in the doorway, was still in my ass.  He wiggled it.

I squeaked, then tried to look casual.

Helly just stood there, taking in the scene.  I hadn’t covered Ed up entirely, not nearly.  His lower back and legs were clear, crouched on the edge of the bed.  Thank God he was still wearing pants.

“Wow,” Helly said, “this is awkward.”

Gary peered in over her shoulder, snorted a short burst of laughter, then ducked out of sight behind the jamb.

“Is this… erm… consensual?” Helly asked.

Ed licked me.

I whacked his ribs with my heel, then smiled at Helly.  “Yes,” I said.

She continued to stand there.  “So… that was a scream of pleasure, not pain?”

“I’d say it was at least 50% surprise,” Ed said.  He emerged up to his neck from the blanket, and grinned at me.

I was going to kill him.  The gorgeous, ridiculous bastard.

Gary scooped his still-stunned fiancé-to-be out of the doorway, and leaned in to grab the knob.  “Forgive us for disturbing you,” he said.  He winked at me.  Then he swung the door shut.

The door swung almost instantly back open.  “Wait,” Gary said.  “Where’s my gun?”

Ed lifted his hand from my belly to point to it leaning next to the door.

“Thanks, man.”  Gary grabbed the gun, and pulled the door shut again.

I shuddered as Ed withdrew.  He flipped the blanket aside and surged to his feet.  His eyes gleamed down at me.

“Put your pants back on,” he said.  “I’m taking you back to my place, and I’m going to fuck you every which way
and
sideways.”

Chapter
Twenty-Two

E
d had ahold of me, and where before he’d been hesitant, now he was sure.  His grip was firm.  I wasn’t getting away; I was going where he wanted.

Which was okay, because I’d been looking forward to this for a long time.

He pushed me in through his front door, not rough, but not exactly gentle.  I felt like giggling.  I preceded him through the living area, down the hall, and into his opulent bathroom. 

“We’re taking a bath,” he announced.

My skin prickled, my whole body tingling.  My breath was coming short, and I felt alive, standing in front of him, waiting for him to indicate what he wanted.

Because I’d give it to him, whatever it was.  Because I loved him.  And because he’d just eaten me out.  I grinned like an idiot.

“Stay,” he said.  He got the water running and dumped some bubble bath in.  I was still doing it when he turned around.  His gaze perused my features.  “What are you smiling about?” he asked.

I straightened my face.  “Nothing.  Absolutely nothing.  I’m totally afraid of you.  You have me cowed.  I’ll give you whatever sexual favors you demand.”  I cleared my throat, lips twitching again.  “Boss,” I added.

He chuckled.  “Is that right?”  He raked a dark, smoky glance down me, and I suddenly felt sexy despite my horrible outfit.

I nodded and bit my lip.  Damn, but I wanted him.

He stepped closer, till I had to tip my head up to meet his eyes.  The air between us grew charged.  He reached out a hand, and his fingertips brushed softly across my clavicle.  They trailed downward just inside my collar, making me shiver.

“I was worried about you,” he said.  I could barely hear his quiet proclamation over the rush of water in the tub.

I stilled.

“I was worried,” he continued, “that you were hurt.  And you were somewhere else, and Suzy, I was frantic with the fear that you might—”

I nodded, lifting my hand up to cover his.  I flattened it over my heart.  “I’m sorry.”

“I was worried you might
die
,” he said.

I was such a shit.  “I know.  I’m sorry.  It was rotten of me.  It was a rotten lie,” I whispered.

He was inches away as he looked down into my eyes.  His tender gaze traced my face.  He squeezed my shoulder lightly.  “Don’t do it again.”

I nodded, pressing my palms to his chest, feeling tears burn my eyes.  “I won’t.”

“Good.  Now get on your knees.”

I blinked at him.

“‘Whatever sexual favors I demand’?” he said silkily.

A rush of lust blindsided me, weakening my knees.  “Yes.  But I didn’t think you’d take me up on it.”

He snorted softly.  “As if I—or anyone—could resist an offer like that.”  He smiled at me, watching as I began to sink downward.

I didn’t fall to my knees, because I did so like to tease.  Instead, I went slowly, caressing him as I went.

“Do you know what I want?” he asked.  He worked on the band in my hair, until my wild curls sprang free.  A strategic error on his part, but I didn’t comment.

“Ha.  As if I—or anyone—could misinterpret an order like that,” I said.  I looked up at him from my knees on his really nice bathroom floor.

He was watching me intently, his breath rasping in the small space.

I traced his waistband inward, appreciating the hard bulge already waiting for me beneath his jeans.  I placed my hand over him, rubbing through the material.  He shivered when I dragged my nails lightly over him.

“I was thinking of you,” I said suddenly.

“Hm?”  He was distracted, trying to negotiate my hair.  I imagine he wanted to run his fingers through it, but it was just too damn curly.

“The night I spent at your house,” I said, flicking open his button.  “The night in town.  I was lying there, couldn’t sleep, and…”  I rubbed him again, letting him see the passion that had darkened my eyes.  “…I was thinking of you.  I masturbated to thoughts of you.”

Ed grinned.  “Just once?”

“Yeah.  But then I dreamed of you, too.”

“And what happened in this dream?” he asked, his gaze skipping between my eyes and mouth.

I pulled his zipper down.  “You carried me to bed.”  My fingers tightened over his hips, dragging him closer.  “You crawled over me.”

His breath caught, and he was staring at my mouth.  He made a little sound, that sound that men have to tell a woman they’re listening when they aren’t, not really.

“Don’t you want to know what you did next?” I asked.  I smoothed my hand over his shaft through his underwear.  He was hot under there, and so very hard.

“Yes,” he said, but I would have bet money he had no idea what he was saying yes to.

“You… dipped your head between my legs, and you licked me.”  I felt my nerves pinging with the echoes of pleasure, even now.  I dragged his underwear downward, freeing him at last.

“Suzy…”  He couldn’t figure out what to do with his hands.  They hovered over my shoulders, my hair.  He tugged his shirt up out of my way, and shifted, swaying against me.

I leaned in and licked him, one long stroke from the base all the way to the tip.  I felt him pulse under my tongue, felt the tremor that seemed to wrack his whole body, and I smiled.

“Do you know what happened then?” I asked.  I wrapped one hand around him, delighting in his solid girth, and nuzzled him, flicked my tongue over the rougher skin of his scrotum.

“I… what?”

Oh, he was easy.  I loved it.

“We were making love,” I murmured against his skin.  “You were deep inside me.”  The area in question pulsed with a growing ache.

He nudged against me.  “Yes.”

Yup, he had no clue what I was saying.  He was so totally mine.

I rubbed the precum beaded at the tip of his cock, traced the ridge around the head.  “And then… our ship had been hit, and our shields were suddenly down to 69%.”

“Ship?  Sixty—
fuck
,” he gasped.

I’d taken him in my mouth.  My pussy burned as he pushed back toward my throat.  He was big, so solid, the feel of him making me flush with pleasure.  As I began a slow rhythm, rubbing him with my tongue, I remembered the dream.  How he’d moved into me in deep, thick, solid thrusts.  And the boat.  How he’d pinned me against the wall on the barge, how he’d cum inside me.  I shivered and sucked him deep.

Long moments later, I pulled back until he popped free.  He shuddered again, and his murmured prayers fell softly on my ears.  I looked up at him past his glistening cock.  “I made that up,” I said.

He pushed himself down until he pointed back at my mouth. 
Hint, hint.
  His expression was demanding, but also desperate.

My lips curved.  I flicked my tongue teasingly across his blunt head.  “The 69,” I clarified.  “I just came up with that number because—”

“Suzy. 
Please
.”

“Oh, all right.”  I fed him into my mouth, sliding my tongue firmly along the underside, all… the way… down.  I could taste his excitement, little hints of salty-sweet.  I cupped his balls, loving how his abs trembled with each of my strokes.

His face was drawn tight, his eyes trying to focus through a tornado of pleasure.  I loved seeing what I did to him, his expression as he watched his cock slide through the ring of my lips. His muscles strained, and yet his fingertips brushed feather-soft across my shoulders.

I cupped my breast, pinched my own nipple, and let the sweet sting drive me onto him.  I breathed between long, thick thrusts, my body an instrument of heat.  It was a good thing my knees were pressed to the floor, because they were trembling fast as a hummingbird’s wings.

I slid my hand downward, wedging it into my pants.  I pushed forward, taking as much of him as I could even as I dipped my fingers into my pussy.  I spread the lush wetness around my clit, teasing myself even as I drew back to tease him.  My focus narrowed as my fingers echoed the slide of his cock into my mouth again, and again.

My body was on fire, responding to his steely thickness, the salty tastes of his precum, and the erotic sounds he made.  The way he tugged on my hair.

My fingers rubbed faster through my soaked folds.  I was moaning with every breath, my hips grinding, rapidly losing control.

“I want you,” Ed said suddenly.  He pulled away, and hauled me to my feet.  My legs promptly collapsed, but he caught me, set me on the counter, and wedged himself between them.

“Yes,” I said, opening for him.  He thrust against me, rocking me back against the mirror, rubbing me hard through my pants.

My… pants.
  “Dammit.”  Whoever had invented pants was the devil.  I hated him, he should die.  From now on, it was skirts for me.

After catching my balance, I pushed at Ed.  He’d managed to rip his shirt off, and curled his arms around my back.  Crowding close, he kissed me.

Ah, fuck it.
  I looped my arms around his neck and kissed him back.

I felt like laughing.  Ed was everything I wanted, we were in his cabin, and we had all night.  And we were fumbling like schoolkids.

I hooked my legs around him, and dragged him closer.  He slid one of his hands between us, pressed his thumb against me through my pants, and found me soaked through.  He thrust against me again, making us both groan.  I sucked his tongue, feeling like I might have steam coming out my ears.

I was holding him so tight that when he leaned back, he lifted me off the countertop.  “Suzy,” he murmured against my mouth.  He squeezed my thighs, his breath noisy in my ears.

I rubbed myself against the hard length of his erection.  It was trapped between us—again!—and I was frustrated that he wasn’t inside me.  Frustrated because I’d actually been getting close earlier.  Frustrated because, well… Ed!

“Please,” I muttered.  “Please.”  I hitched myself up, relishing the friction.

“Your pants,” he said.  And, “Shit, the water.”

“I know.”  I kissed him still deeper, until I didn’t know where his mouth ended and mine began. I rocked on him, my body fizzing, damn close to a dry-hump orgasm.

His only answer was a low groan as he pulled me closer, lifted me up, and walked us over to the tub.  He got the water shut off before we flooded the place, then hurried me back over to the sink.  “Down,” he ordered.

My muddled mind must have made me obedient, because I slid down off him.  He yanked at my pants, dragging them down my hips to pool around my quivering knees.

I was awful surprised when he spun me around.  He took my hands, and guided them to the mirror as he bent over me.  I gasped as I felt his erection ride against my butt.  I pushed up on tiptoes, trying to get it a little closer to where I wanted it.

“Okay?” he asked into my ear.  His hands slid down my arms to knead my breasts.

“Y-yes.”  The contrast between the cool countertop and his hot hands was startling.

He rubbed his hand down over my hip, and pushed my pants down until they fell around my ankles.  Then he was touching me, his hand sliding between my thighs, fingers parting my slick, swollen folds.

“Yes,” I said again.  I couldn’t stop watching him in the mirror.

He glanced down as he guided himself to my entrance.  But then, as he started to press inside, he looked up at me.  Watched me in the mirror as he nudged forward.

I was panting, my fingers curling.  My hair was floating around my flushed face, and there were red marks along my neck.  I looked needy as fuck.

He smiled, all disheveled hair and glowing hazel eyes, and thin undershirt that I hadn’t managed to get off him.  I was having evil thoughts about the inventors of shirts, as well.

His gaze holding mine, he pressed forward, stretching me.  I moaned, glad I had the counter to hold onto.  He pulled back just a bit, then sank farther in.

Deep, deep.
  I pressed my forehead to the counter with a moan.  My hands slid down, and I knocked over the toothbrush holder, but I didn’t care.  The raised edge of the basin dug into my breast.  I clutched at the faucet. 

He paused, his hand gentle on my hip.  “Okay?” he asked.

I moaned again.

He leaned over me, pushed my hair aside, and kissed my neck.  He did it in a hot way, tasting my skin.

His name was a helpless sound on my lips.  I couldn’t believe this, couldn’t believe how amazing he was, how he read me without hearing the words.  He gave me time to adjust, romanced me, and made my whole body shiver.  Lying beneath him, folded over his bathroom sink, his thick cock buried in me, pulsing with each beat of his heart… I was in awe.

But soon, the need for him to move grew unbearable.  I wiggled, gyrating my hips, begging him.  I wanted to feel it, feel each inch of him sliding so smoothly into me.

He pulled away, a long, long withdraw until the crown of his cock caught just at my entrance.  “Ed,” I cried in desperation, looking up to meet his eyes again in the mirror.

Maybe that’s what he’d been waiting for.  He sank into me again, high and deep, until his hips pressed into mine.  His gaze was full of satisfaction, of possession.  He gripped my hips, and did it again.