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“It doesn’t feel like it was tiny. It stings bad.”

“Come here.” I pulled him close to me, tucking his face against my bare chest, and straddled his thigh. There was only one thing I knew to do to remove the sting of a jellyfish. The water grew warm around our bodies, and Nicky looked up at me, eyes wide with surprise.

“Cass?”

“Shhh, let me make it better. It takes the sting away.”

He continued to stare as I released a stream of urine, soothing the sting. Hell, I was almost marking him. That’s the thought that floated through my head. Nicky was mine. He couldn’t be more mine, not after letting me piss on his leg.

He was so close, his mouth just inches away, close enough that we shared the same breath. If I tilted my head just an inch, I could brush my lips over his. I could taste his mouth again. Adrenaline coursed through my blood, making me feel hot all over.

And then he nestled his thigh right up under my balls, cutting off the flow. It's hard to piss when your dick is thickening. He had to have felt it getting hard, but Nicky didn’t pull away. Instead, he got closer, pasting the lower half of his body against mine, and then he writhed, and I doubted it was from the pain in his leg.

The writhing made me harder.

And then I couldn’t pull away because I was rock hard, and we were surrounded by a yellowish cloud amidst clear waters. What a fucking disaster.

Nicky stayed stuck to my body for the next forty-five minutes, and neither of us complained, not once. Not until it was time to return to the boat, and he whined the entire way about leaving the pigs behind.

CHAPTER TWELVE

“You have a thing for the captain, no?”

Busted. Standing there staring at Cass as he piloted from the flybridge made me super obvious, but when he wore his aviators with his ball cap backward, ugh, he did things to my body.

“What? No! He’s my—” Manu smirked, waiting for my lie with a raised brow. Fuck, I was a terrible liar. “Fine,” I admitted, sighing. “Maybe.”

“I knew it!” He clapped. It didn’t make him a genius or anything. “You have to get his attention.”

No shit. “But how?”

“Watch,” he said, smiling wickedly.

Manu stripped off his tank top and then shimmied out of his Speedo and handed them to me. “Now it’s your turn.”

“Me?” He must be kidding.

Manu skipped over to the bow, in plain view of his husband, Cass, and any and everyone who sailed past. “No tan lines,” he yelled, laughing. He began to apply tanning oil all over his smooth, bronzed skin, making it look super sensual. I could never pull that off with my twiggy body and pale white skin. I was the opposite of sexy.

Manu waved me over. “Nicky, vamos.”

Shit. Cass was gonna kill me. But first…he’d have to see me buck naked!

Gathering my courage, I stripped off my polo and shorts and dumped them and Manu’s clothes in a heap on the deck. “No tan lines,” I shrieked as I ran to him. Manu handed me the oil and I did my best to look hot like he had, but knew I was failing miserably. That’s when Manu took over, spreading coconut-scented oil all over my back. He reached around to massage it into my chest, tweaking my nipples, his chest flush against my back.

As hot as he was, my dick didn’t twitch for him. But the man on the flybridge, however, who was glaring at me viciously? Yeah, he made my dick twitch.

I spread out on a lounger next to Manu, lying on my belly with my butt facing the world.

“He’s watching you,” Manu whispered.

“Because he’s plotting my death.” Manu snickered. “I work here. It’s not professional.”

“No, but it’s fun, no? Relax, we’re anchored. There’s no work.”

Cass would argue that point, saying there’s always work, but I was having fun and was inclined to agree with Manu. At least, until I had to face Cass later.

Scott appeared with two frosty pink drinks. “Boys, you look…overheated. Would you care for a cold drink?”

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