Page 34 of My Brother's Forbidden Friend

“Yes, but Cam is my competition.”

“Not competition. There’s enough business for everyone.” She runs her hand down my arm. “It’s Earl’s birthday and we wanted to do something fun.”

“I could’ve taken you out.”

She looks past me, and my shoulders sag a bit, knowing my boat doesn’t compare to Cam’s. “Next time, dear. We need the cushions for our butts. You understand.”

“Uh-huh.”

She walks back over to her group. Cam winks at me over their heads and I roll my eyes.

“Okay, ladies and gentlemen, I just need to refuel, grab a few more bottles of water, do a little disinfecting”—he glares over at me—“and then we’ll be on our way. I apologize for the delay. I got a little distracted.”

Earl and Isaac look my way. “I would too.”

Ew… I turn toward my boat to go change.

Cam escorts them all onto his boat and serves them food and drinks. I bet none of them will fish, so he’s screwed as far as the bet goes anyway.

In the wheelhouse of my boat, I quickly change into shorts and a T-shirt. By the time I come out, my charter guests are walking down the pier. They’re four men who look like serious fishermen and are maybe a few years older than me. They’re good-looking and I’m kind of wishing I kept the bikini on.

“Welcome,” I say.

“You’re Chevelle, right?” the guy I’m assuming booked me, whose name is Jack, says. “Next time can we get on your boyfriend’s boat? That’s one nice fishing vessel.”

All four men turn toward Cam’s boat. He salutes me as he’s backing up to head out to the open seas.

“Oh, he’s not my boyfriend.”

“He told us that you like to keep it secret since you work so closely together. Don’t worry, your secret is safe with us.” Jack winks.

I blow out a frustrated breath.

Just before Cam leaves, he honks the horn of the boat and winks. “See you soon. Miss you every minute.”

“He seems like a cool guy,” one of the guys says.

“Everyone sit down so I can cover the safety stuff, then we’ll be on our way.”

I could kill Cam, but then again, I guess payback is what I deserve. At least it didn’t threaten my catch. It could’ve been worse. But he has to stop telling people he’s my boyfriend like some jealous lover. Or maybe that’s wishful thinking. Maybe he’s just acting like an overprotective brother.

11

“YOU AND YOUR INFLATED EGO ALWAYS THINK YOU CAN DO ANYTHING.”

Cam

I’ve finished a week’s worth of charters, and it hasn’t been that bad after the fish incident. I have my own plans to mess up one of Chevelle’s, but I need to do it when she least expects it. Telling every group of guys that hires her that I’m her boyfriend might keep them from hitting on her, but it doesn’t keep her from winning the bet.

Rowdy only does small groups, but he could easily come in first or second just because of the consistency of his business, but Chevelle takes out more clients.

I’m in the shower, thinking about all of this as water washes down my body. I’m trying to keep my mind occupied because it keeps wandering to Chevelle and that damn bikini she wore with the orange overalls. I’ve already jerked off to the fantasy of stripping it all off her every damn night this week and still my dick isn’t satisfied. Just the thought of her naked under those water-logger overalls, my hand sliding through the opening, grabbing her breast, tweaking her nipple makes my heart rate pick up.

“Fuck,” I murmur, having no choice but to get myself off again.

With one hand against the tile wall, my free hand grabs my dick, pumping my half chub until it grows long and hard. Images flash in my mind of unclipping one of the buttons on the overalls, the orange flap falling down and exposing her tit. Her wanton eyes on me, begging me to worship her body.

I bend down and take a nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around her hard bud while my hand moves to the other side and allows the overalls to fall down to her ankles, exposing her completely. I step back and soak in the body I’ve been dying to see naked since I got a sneak peek of it when she had to stay in my room during the family Hawaii vacation. In my mind, she’s not embarrassed, because that’s not really her style. She owns her body. It’s one thing I absolutely love about her.

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