Page 11 of Sailor's Delight
His phone buzzed.
Trey flipped the phone over.
Any progress?the message read.
Trey typed his response:
Not yet. Still haven’t nailed down anywhere with enough space and privacy to make it work.
Shall we just forget it?
No, just give me more time. I have one lead, but it’s tentative.
Jenn stirred, breaking Trey from his conversation.
“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.”
“How long was I out?” Jenn pushed herself further upright on the lounger.
Trey rushed to finish a followup message:
I’ll keep you posted.
He dropped the phone casually to his chest. “Not too long. Maybe half an hour?”
Jenn turned her face to his, letting her head fall back on the lounger contentedly. “Mmm. I don’t know why I’m so tired.”
Trey laughed. “You wanna talk about it?”
Jenn held her hand up, cutting him off. “Nope. Rule number one.”
Trey opened and closed his mouth, uncertain whether he should say anything more.
“But—.”
“Trey, I did not fly to the coast, board a ship filled with horny, waiting-to-be-drunk adults, and cross an entire ocean only to talk about stuff at home.”
She lifted her head and sought out his hand. He squeezed her fingers reassuringly. “I came out here to eat, sleep…,” she looked around coyly. “And fuck,” she whispered.
Trey smiled, but it was tinged, internally at least, with a little bit of sadness. How was he supposed to argue with that? And yet…
“So far, I’ve done just enough of the first, far too much of the second, and absolutely none of the third.” She lowered her sunglasses and peered over the top at him. “A problem I aim to rectify as soon as possible.”
“Jenn, I…”
She looked at him, worry beginning to temper the smile on her face.
He chickened out. “I’m just really glad you’re here.”
“Aww. You’re so sweet.” She leaned forward and puckered her lips. Trey mirrored her, moving forward so that their lips touched. Trey went to move away, but Jenn’s hand snatched out, pulling the back of his head toward her. Her lips spread, allowing her tongue to stroke his lips, begging entrance. Despite himself, Trey leaned forward, his own hand seeking a place on her ribcage.
Jenn pulled back slightly, taking a look around them. They’d chosen a place on the rear deck of the ship this afternoon, and it had begun to empty as people went inside to prepare for their various dinner plans. They nearly had the entire deck to themselves.
Jenn smiled mischievously, then moved Trey’s hand up from her rib cage to her breast. Biting her lip suggestively, she slowly guided Trey’s hand inside the open top of her romper. Trey shivered, then glanced around the deck guiltily as his pants got unbelievably tight around his groin.
“Jenn!”
“Just humor me. I’ve wanted you all day long. I saw you when I walked on deck this morning…” Jenn glanced atthe growing bulge in Trey’s lap. “And I see you now.” She leaned forward until her lips nearly touched Trey’s, then spoke in a seductive whisper, “I know you want me. There’s nothing keeping us from going back to my room and making love until we both drop out of exhaustion. What do you say?”