He's So Fine (A BBW Stepbrother Romance) (14 page)

We didn’t say much to each other as I got the boat ready to take off. I made sure she was strapped into her seat before I started the engine. I didn’t have a lot of experience on a boat, but I had some. Like the locals here, I’d done some summertime gigs back home playing deckhand to the tourists. I figured boating in the ocean, close to shore, would be about the same as the rivers and lakes I was used to.

Not that I would do anything to endanger Abby.

Stone had clued me in on the best place to take a date. It was a little further up the coastline so I throttled forward, eager to start the day.

ABBY

I had to admit being on the water wasn’t that bad. Or being on the much smaller boat. Seeing how water and boating was going to be a bigger part in my life now that my mom was married to Horace, I decided to try and push away the bad memories and concentrate on today. Having a hot, sexy man at the wheel of our own private boat and rocking the red two-piece might have had something to do with my change in attitude.

There wasn’t much opportunity to talk so I donned a pair of sunglasses and enjoyed the ride. I divided my time between looking at the horizon and looking at Cage. Guess which one captured my attention the most?

He wore a t-shirt that had to be a couple of sizes too small by the way the sleeves hugged his biceps. A pair of swim trunks encased the lower half of his buffed body. The waist was loose and fell below the hem of his shirt, revealing a strip of golden flesh in the back. The time he’d spent in the sun had turned him into a bronzed god.

I didn’t have to see it to know the low riding fabric hugged the devil’s vee in the front. That’s what I’d come to call the place on a guy’s body that seemed to point straight to their crotch. The one that made a girl confess the devil made her do it. Made her fall to her knees and worship at the altar of a hard cock. I shivered even in the warmth of the sun because Cage looked so delicious. Okay, so maybe the fine spray the boat kicked up made me shudder.

Taking another look at him at the wheel, his legs spread wide as the wind plastered his clothes against his well-formed body, I thought, hell no. It was him. All him.

The boat slowed and I realized we’d traveled well past the place Horace had taken us yesterday. I realized we were headed to one of the smaller islands. He cut the engine and let the boat slow while we were still a good distance away. I hoped he didn’t expect me to swim that far. Yeah, I could swim, but I wasn’t that good and I certainly didn’t want to practice my rusty skills in front of him. I made a mental note to start swimming laps in the pool as soon as we got back.

He made his way over to me with a grin on his face. Like me, his eyes were hidden behind a pair of dark, smoky lenses. The day was beautiful and the sun was bright, reflecting off the blue of the water and the white sand of the beach.

“Ready to go, sweetheart?”

My heart pounded at his casual endearment. I knew he was the type of guy to call a woman baby, sweetheart, or doll. Any generic endearment so that he wouldn’t get the names mixed up. He’d only been in my life a little while, but I knew he was a player. Look how well he’d played me last night?

Was this afternoon going to be a repeat?

My pussy clenched and my breasts ached. I certainly hoped so.

Before I could stand, he was there, helping me to my feet. The deck pitched beneath me. It was a vastly different sensation than being on Horace’s mini-yacht, which didn’t seem to rock at all in the water. It took me a moment to find my sea legs. Cage waited patiently, his strong arms wrapped around my waist. “Okay now?”

He smiled down at me and I smiled back. “Yeah. But I really don’t want to go into the water.” I knew that was foolish. Being on the beach was fun, but I’d rather access it by foot. It’s not that I didn’t like the water … Okay, I was a big ole scaredy cat when it came to the water. If Cage had suggested we come here by anything smaller than this boat, I would have said
hasta la vista
, baby, at the dock. No matter how damn cute and sexy he looked.

He pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head before doing the same with mine. He tilted up my chin so he could look directly into my eyes. “You really are scared of the water, aren’t you?”

I batted my eyelashes at him, glad I’d taken the time to put on an extra, extra coat of waterproof mascara to make them long and thick. “And you really are smart, aren’t you, Cagie-baby?”

His lips moved at the corners and for a moment, I thought I’d managed to deflect the subject and earn myself one of his toe-curling and panty-wetting grins. No such luck.

His mouth tightened. “I thought you were just being a bitch yesterday.”

My heart did a happy dance at the thought that it had bothered him if I had been ignoring him. Not that any woman could actually ever really ignore Cage. He was too much of a man.

That didn’t mean I wanted him to know all of my weaknesses. Or maybe, just maybe, there was no way I was going to miss one moment with him. I’d literally made my bed last night and I intended to enjoy it until the leaves started falling down, signaling our time together was over.

And that my heart was broken.

“Why should I have told you? You like the water and swim like a damn fish. I’ll sit on the deck and watch you.” I’d work on my tan and get to ogle him behind my sunglasses. Win-win for me any day of the week.

“So you weren’t just ignoring me yesterday when you wouldn’t come into the water?”

“No, I wasn’t ignoring you.” Well, that was a tiny white fib. I hadn’t ignored him, I’d been scared. Scared that if he got me in the water, I’d flounder and start drowning. Pretty much like I was doing right now trapped beneath his gaze.

“Okay. We’ll have a slight change of plans.” He gave a brief smile before taking my hand and leading me to the back of the boat. Cage had dropped anchor so that the boat faced the island sideways. We had a perfect view of the white sand, gray rocks and green vegetation.

He led me to one of the built-in seats and ordered me to stay. I glared at him. “I’m not a dog.”

He raked his gaze over me. “I don’t know, you’re a pretty little bitch when you get mad.”

“Cage!” I was offended and turned on all at the same time. Of course, the turned-on part came from the pussy-clenching smile he gave me.

Bending down, he kissed me, his tongue thrusting inside my mouth, his action took me by surprise and I offered no resistance. I returned the hard caress, rubbing my tongue against his until we were both gasping for breath. He pulled away. As he did, I allowed my gaze to fall down his body, curious to see if he was as eager for me as I was for him.

Jackpot!

His swim trunks were tented in front. I could tell his cock was pointed downward since the shorts were sporting a hump. I thought that had to be mighty uncomfortable. Feeling bolder than I ever have, I reached out and slid my hand down the waistband. I remember the taste of him in my mouth and the feel of him as he fucked my cunt. Which did I want to experience now?

Both.

If I didn’t know better I’d swear the wind whispered the word as it moved past.

He didn’t move as I pulled him free. He didn’t say a word as I stroked his hard length, up and down. Up and down. In seconds, thick liquid seeped from his tip. I leaned over and licked it away. I worked more fluid free. His hips thrust forward and I took him in my mouth, sucking hard. I licked his slit, pressing down on the tiny hole before I pulled my mouth away. Wanting more of the salty liquid, I pumped my hand faster.

Suddenly, his fingers were in my hair, tugging me away sharply. “Enough,” he rumbled. I looked up at him, my mouth covered in my own spit. I continued to stroke him, but not as eagerly.

There was a question in my eyes. I knew I wasn’t as experienced as any of the girls he’d probably been with, but he’d seemed to enjoy my less than expert touch before. He loosened the tight grip he had on my hair.

“Today is about you, baby.” He gently disentangled himself, pulling up his shorts and turning away. I sat there feeling baffled. What man turned down a blow job? Especially one like Cage. I knew he had women falling all over him. Hell, I’d seen them in action since he’d arrived. Calling him, showing up at the house unexpectedly. Suddenly, I was the most popular girl on the island and it had nothing to do with Horace’s tennis courts anymore.

What did he mean today was all about me?

Before I could ask him, he headed down below.

Now I wasn’t baffled, I was miffed. I pulled my glasses back down, covering my eyes. If I knew what I was doing, I’d haul the anchor up and drive the hell away. For a brief moment, I considered diving overboard and making a swim for the small cove. My fear of the water kept me in my seat. I might be angry at Cage, but I wasn’t about to do anything foolish. I thought I’d already covered my quota for the day.

I heard a noise and realized Cage was coming back up. It took an effort, but I didn’t turn around and look.

“Stop pouting, Abby. I’ll let you suck my cock later.” A hard tug on my hair accompanied the words that made me stutter.

“I, I …” I turned around and realize he had a picnic basket in his hand and an irresistible smile on his face. I remained strong and didn’t return it. Taking my hand again, he led me to the front of the boat.

I followed him, weighing my options. I could continue to pout and make the day miserable for both of us. Or get over the fact that he had rejected me. It was a whole lot easier to get over that when he was acting like he wanted to be with me. “So, are you going to strap me to the front of the boat and play king of the world?” I wasn’t sure if he’d get the reference to
Titanic
. He didn’t look like a chick-flick kind of guy.

He flashed another smile. “No, but if you pull shit like that again, I’ll put you over my knee and nail that pretty ass.”

My mood immediately improved. He thought my jiggly, not so little ass was pretty. Plus, the thought of me bent over anywhere with Cage behind me sent fissures of pleasure shooting through my pussy.

Within minutes, he’d spread out a large blanket he’d retrieved from storage under the benches that lined the boat and was unpacking the basket. I saw immediately that he’d gone to the tiny deli on the other side of the island. It wasn’t as popular with the in-crowd since it didn’t offer the pretentious fancy fare as some of the other restaurants. You ordered your food and ate it at one of the weathered tables in front of the small shack or did what Cage had done and ordered it to go. It had good wholesome food that a big girl like myself appreciated. If I had to eat one more spear of asparagus I thought I would die. That’s all they served at the places Horace had been taking me and my mother.

I knew my mother didn’t care about those types of restaurants. She was more enamored with her dining partner than her surroundings. I sighed, taking the sandwich Cage handed me. I realized that my mother really did love Horace. I was happy for her and sad all at the same time.

“What was that for?”

I pulled myself away from my thoughts and looked over at my boating companion. He sat cross-legged on the blanket, a large sandwich in his hand. I look at the food he’d bought and realized he’d included most of my favorites. No asparagus in sight. We had overstuffed roast beef sandwiches—two for him, one for me. Homemade chips and potato salad that looked yummy.

I picked up a chip. “Nothing. I was just thinking how happy my mother is.”

“And that makes you sad?” He took a big bite of his sandwich and swallowed before I could answer him.

“No, of course not.” I took another chip. They were delicious. “She deserves it.”

“But you’re worried it might not last?”

“Maybe.”

We stopped talking and focused on our food. There was a slight breeze off the water that kept the air moving and kept the sun from baking us alive. Soon, though, I was feeling the effects of the sun and realized I needed to put on more sunblock. I started to get up.

Cage had already packed up the leftover food and returned it to the galley. He’d carried my tote down there when we’d first boarded. Now he was stretched out on the blanket, his head cushioned by his massive arms as he basked in the sun.

“Where are you going?”

“I need to get my sunblock.”

“I’ll get it.” He rose to his feet with one smooth motion. I’d heard the expression before—poetry in motion—but hadn’t truly known what it meant until I’d seen Cage. He moved with a grace that reminded me of a cat in the wild.

In minutes, he was back. He knelt down beside me and suddenly I was nervous. I reached for the bottle, but he held it away.

“Take it off.”

Goosebumps ghosted over my flesh. He’d put his sunglasses back on to hide that beautiful blue color. Not being able to see his eyes made me feel even more vulnerable. I reached for the lotion again. “I can do it myself.”

“No doubt. But I can do it better.”

He licked his lips and suddenly I knew we were talking about more than spreading lotion over my body. Why did the image of him between my legs, touching me, licking me, suddenly form?

Feeling his eyes on me, I took off my cover up and put it to the side. I realized I needed to thank my stepfather for the clothes he had provided me for this vacation, especially the well-fitting bikini. Usually the size of my large breasts made most tight fitting tops I wore look a little slutty. Not this top. It contoured my breasts into two beautiful mounds of flesh. The same with the bottoms. They were cut high enough to prevent a muffin top from forming, holding in my stomach until I felt like I had an actual shape.