Page 33 of Sailor's Delight

For the next several minutes, Jenn enjoyed thinking about nothing but what was between her legs. She kept the vibrator busy and on the move, brushing lightly over the entire area. There were quick darts in and out, moments of frustrating building and testing patience as she held it still, coaxing the O from where it slept behind her belly button.

As the minutes passed, Jenn’s eager parted lips drew tight and started to turn down. The vibrations of the toy in her hands had started to feel less titillating and more taunting. Finally, after several more minutes of adjusting, varying the speed and intensity of the vibe, and a full five minutes solely of trying and failing to reach her g-spot, Jenn gave up.

Avoiding the urge to simply throw the vibrator into the ocean, she drew the chair back into the cabin and closed the door. She stood for a moment, staring at the sunset that was now nearly gone below the horizon, her hands on her hips, breathing heavily.

She’d never been good at pushing down her emotions in favor of sex. If she was upset, it was goodbye orgasms, hello sexual frustration.

Damn you, Trey.

Damn you, Trey.

Trey was backing slowly away from Jenn’s door for the third time in thirty minutes. The first time, he’d thought he had a good idea of what to say to Jenn to smooth things over. He’d been about to knock when he’d heard the telltale buzz of a vibe. That time, there’d been a jolt of envy. Not because she was using the vibrator (he was a huge proponent of tools for fun and variety in the bedroom), but because he wasn’t involved at all. It was unabashed self pity that sent Trey away from the door that time.

The second time, with the buzz still coming faintly from behind the door, it was resentment.I’m mad, too! You don’t see me just sitting there rubbing one out to deal with it!

The third time, when the buzzing from the toy behind the door was louder than ever, he realized he may be in more trouble than he realized before. He’d observed Jenn long enough to know there was only one reason why she’d still be going at such a high intensity after so long: she hadn’t climaxed yet.

Damn it.

That meant that she was too distracted to climax. That meant she was more upset with him than he’d realized.

Damn you, Trey.

He quietly opened and closed his cabin door behind him. He leaned back against it, sighing. His eyes went to the safe in the small closet. He half considered throwing caution to the winds, opening the safe, and using the metal object behind it in a wild attempt to bring it all to an end. But he knew better; doing things that way would be messy. Better to exercise a bit of patience and finesse to the situation, so that he could be assuredof getting Jenn to cooperate in getting her where he needed her when he needed her there, in order to carry out the plan.

Besides, I still have to figure out where to do it. The only way this would work was with enough privacy and undisturbed time to do it right. Chloe and Desire were here to help make that a reality, but still, a location was critical.

One problem at a time. If Jenn wasn’t speaking to him, it wouldn’t matter how carefully he planned everything else. That was his most important job, at the moment. He shook his head, regretting the pair of drinks he’d had at the bar. If he’d known how much trouble he was in before that, he never would have considered drinking.

God, I’m an idiot. He needed to talk to someone, but that someone definitely couldn’t be Jenn right now. Not if things were going the way he thought they probably were behind that closed door.Then who?The only other people he even knew on the boat were Desire and Chloe, and to be honest, he didn’t even think Desire particularly liked him very much. Chloe, on the other hand, Chloe was easy to talk to. She had been right from the start, when he’d initially approached her with his plan for Jenn.

Trey pulled out his phone, opened up the messaging app, and clicked Chloe’s number.

Any way you can meet now?

He waited for a few moments, counting his breaths in the near pitch dark of his cabin. His phone buzzed.

Sure. I’ll meet you on the bar lounge deck.

Trey sniffed, placed his phone back in his pocket, ran a hand through his hair, and opened the door to the hall.

Jenn opened the door, only to shut it quickly again when she heard Trey’s handle across the hall click. She waited, hating herself for her knee-jerk reaction to hide from him. Why couldn’t she just face him? Why was her instinct to hide like a middle schooler? She waited for him to knock on her door, kicking herself and scrambling for what she would say when he did.

The knock never came. She frowned slightly, wondering what could be taking him so long to make the trip, and quietly leaned her head forward to take advantage of the peephole. Trey was nowhere in sight.

Confused, Jenn opened the door quietly and turned to look down the hall just in time to see Trey turn the corner toward the elevator bank.

A cold jolt hit the bottom of Jenn’s belly. Was Trey headed to meet whomever had been on the other end of the text from yesterday? In the entire time she’d known him, Trey had never struck her as the type of man to want to meet up with a man he’d just met at the gym for drinks. She jogged quickly down the hall, her low-heeled sandals making the movement more challenging than it should have been.

Ricardo and another staff member stepped out of one of the service hallways, and Jenn darted past them, whispering quickly, “Hi Ricardo. Bye Ricardo!” Ricardo only lifted a hand in half hearted greeting, a puzzled look on his face.

Jenn rounded the corner just as she saw Trey’s back enter an elevator in the reflection off the mirrored walls. She entered the waiting area and pushed the call button, her eye fixed on the deck indicator over the elevator Trey had used. She waited for it to pause, then darted into her own elevator, pushing the button for Deck 8.

She had no idea whether there had been anyone else in the elevator, or whether Trey had in fact gotten off on Deck 8. When she stepped off, she poked her head around the corner warily, uncertain whether Trey would be there or not. Her caution paid off: she spotted his shirt through the glass doors of the 21 and up club at the end of the hallway. She slunk away from the elevators, aware of what she probably looked like to anyone watching, but not particularly caring.

Trey passed through the club and exited the club onto the patio deck at the rear of the ship. Jenn entered the club and sought out a spot at the bar near a column, where she could peer out to the deck, but not be completely exposed, should Trey turn around.

“What can I get you?”

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