Page 114 of Tide Over

Those words alone are all I need to tip over the edge, as overwhelming pleasure surges through my body and my muscles tremble as I come, harder than I think I ever have before.

Liam falls over me, dropping his head to my chest as he continues to fuck me.

“I’m coming,” he pants.

But as he starts to pull back, I wrap my arm around him to keep him right where he is.

“Come inside me.”

I feel his body go rigid under my touch as he groans, pressing his forehead into my chest as he comes. His cock pulses in my ass, and I sink my fingers into his hair to pull his head back and press my lips to his.

He pants against my mouth as he catches his breath, then pulls back to look down at me with a heavy exhale.

“Ready for dinner?”

“Well, Captain’s payin’ and I got pretty near ‘bout half left, so…” Glen looks at his half empty beer and nods to Allison. “Yeah, I’ll take another.”

I chuckle as Allison’s gaze shifts to me, and I nod. “Bring another round.”

“Fuck yeah,” Mitch holds his beer up. “Cheers, crew!”

We all raise our glasses as laughter and clinking fills the air.

Liam adds a, “Sláinte,” and Sarah's eyes light up as she turns to him.

“Oh, I like the Gaelic,” she says with a smile.

Liam gives me a sly side smirk, and I huff out a small laugh.

You have no idea.

“Well, here’s to another great season in the books,” Mitch says, pushing his empty plate aside. “And another good meal.”

Glen nods, finishing off the last bite of his meal. “Thanks, Cap. Appreciated as always.”

“My pleasure,” I say, with a smile.

Mitch leans forward, eyeing my arm. “So, how’s the healing process going?”

“It’s ok,” I say. “I meet with the hand therapist a couple times a week now. I guess it’s progressing as it should be, but the doctor was right. It’s fucking slow.” I blow out a breath. “And painful.”

Sarah gives me a sympathetic look. “Any timeline for when you can come back?”

I shake my head with a sigh. “I don’t know. I definitely won’t be back in time for tuna season in August. There’s no way I could haul one of those onto the boat.” I shrug. “If I get enough strength in my hand by November to start lobster season… maybe. But to manage the winch and pull up traps… I’m not sure I’ll be able to by then.”

Liam shrugs slightly beside me. “I could weld you new switches for the winch so they’re easier to manage.”

I smile at him. “You’d do that even after I kicked your ass so hard this morning?”

He huffs out a laugh. “That victory won’t be lasting long.”

A chuckle escapes me as well as I look into his sparkling eyes… and I get lost in them. I love that he’s here with me, helping me celebrate my crew, having a good time, and is just…happy.My hand drifts to his knee as I smile at him… until I’m suddenly very aware of where we are, and that there are eyes on us.

I keep my hand where it is as I slowly glance around the table, where Mitch, Glen, and Sarah are looking between me and Liam curiously.

Shit.

I was going to tell them eventually, but hadn’t exactly planned on it tonight.

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