Scott's Satin Sheets (7 page)

His smile was sincere but teasing. “And here I thought you liked your satin sheets so much.”

“Well,” she said, “you have to admit they
are
luxurious. And yes, I like nice things—a lot. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to experience normal life.”

He raised his eyebrows. “So last night was normal for you?”

Another vision flashed in her mind—his head between her legs on the deck while she talked dirty to him. “No,” she said. “Last night was wild for me. Last night was…”

Could she admit this?
Should
she? “The first time I had sex with a guy my father hadn’t chosen for me to date.”

“Shit,” he murmured. “Seriously?”

She pursed her lips and felt another blush coming on. “Does that make me less fun?”

“Uh, no. Nothing could make you less fun. Last night was…amazing.”

This time, she went warm in her panties. “For me too. But I can’t help being…a little embarrassed now. I’d spent days, weeks…kind of, um, feeling desperate.”

“Desperate?”

“For sex. So by the time I got some, I kind of…didn’t hold back. At all.

I…completely let loose.”

A slow smile stole over his handsome, unshaven face. “You definitely did. And I’m hard again right now just remembering.”

She bit her lower lip, her pussy beginning to tingle. “So…you liked it all? The letting loose?”

Beneath the bar, he slid his hand onto her thigh and said, “No, I didn’t like it. I loved it, honey. Did you not hear me say it was amazing a minute ago?”

She shook her head, feeling uncertain, adrift, caught between her softer self and the woman she’d become last night. “I’m just not used to…showing anyone…how dirty I can be.”

“Then I’m honored.” He sipped on his drink, then cast her a sideways glance. “I had a feeling I was getting a taste of a good girl gone bad. But, uh, how did
I
get so lucky?”

She blinked, trying to think through it. “Well, I suppose I just couldn’t take it anymore. I know most people would see me on that yacht and think I had a dream life.

But you’re right—rich girls do get bored. At least when they don’t really
do
anything but island hop with their parents. I guess I’ve just reached a point in my life where…I need more.”

“You need sex,” he expounded for her.

“Definitely,” she agreed, her voice dropping a little as the hum in her cunt increased. “Other things too. But right now, I’m mainly focusing on the sex.

Because…even from the moment I saw you on that other boat yesterday morning, I just…wanted you. And I had to show you. I couldn’t help it—I just did it.”

Their eyes were locked now and she felt a familiar lust coursing through her veins.

Last night’s wild orgasms had helped assuage it, but it was returning full force now that she was with him again. He leaned close to say, “That was about the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I had to go belowdecks and jack myself off.”

She gasped slightly at the image it put in her head, at the knowledge she’d made him do that. “Really?”

“Hell yeah, really.”

All around them, the bar hummed with life—music, talk, and laughter blending together to create a static noise that almost made her feel as if they were alone, even in the midst of a crowd. But they
weren’t
alone. Not yet anyway. She felt compelled to break the sexual tension—just a little. “So now you know
my
story. Tell me about you.”

He grinned slightly, through his lust, and backed away—though he kept his hand firmly on her thigh. “Long story short,” he said, “I came here to party, and for a while, I did just as much as it took to get by. But then my roommate Chris got married, and ever since then…well, I guess you and I have something in common, rich girl, because ever since then I’ve found myself wanting something more too.”

“Not sex, though,” she said, since clearly he’d had plenty of that. Now that she thought about it, it was probably scary how much sex he’d had.

He tilted his head as if she’d just said something crazy. “Honey, I
always
want sex. I just…don’t have to work very hard to get it in a place like this. What I have to work hard to get is…something of my own. I want to buy a deep-sea fishing boat, get my own little piece of the tourist trade.” Suddenly, he looked a bit sheepish—an expression she couldn’t have imagined on his face until now. “It would be nothing like what your father has, but at least it would be mine. And maybe I could make it grow. So…that’s where I’m at. I’m working my ass off to save money for a down payment so I can start my own business.”

“Wow, that’s cool,” she told him.

“It is?” He appeared genuinely surprised.

“Yeah,” she assured him. “To have an actual
ambition
, something you want to
do
with your life…” She stopped, sighed. The drink was getting to her. “That’s what
I
want. Besides hot sex,” she added teasingly.

He grinned. “Well, the hot sex I can supply. Gladly.” He squeezed her leg and the sensation shot up her inner thigh. “The rest I’m still working on.”

“I admire you for knowing what you want and working toward it,” she added. And that’s when it hit her. The way he was working toward it was by laboring on the boats her father now owned. “God, you really
are
putting your ass on the line to be fooling around with me, aren’t you?”

“Something like that,” he said with yet another shrug. “Boating is what I know. I work on Chris’ catamaran too—but if I lost my jobs on your father’s boats, it wouldn’t be easy to replace them. From what I heard today, sounds like he’s bought up everything in the marina other than individually owned tour boats like Chris’.”

Payton sucked in her breath. What if he lost his job due to her? She’d feel like shit.

And yet…she didn’t think she could resist more sex with him, especially since she was already wet for him right now. “So,” she said slowly, “should I be flattered or are you just a danger-seeking guy?”

He lowered his gaze slightly, then lifted it back to hers. “You should be
very
flattered.”

* * * * *

An hour and two Sunset Blasts apiece later, Scott suggested they leave the bar, which had grown louder and more crowded. Of course, he had sex on his mind. How could he not? Especially now. She’d been tempting enough last night—but now, with this new side of her he’d seen, and everything she’d confided in him, she was somehow even more appealing.

Because yeah, it was exciting to fuck the boss’s dirty daughter. But it was even
more
exciting—in a much deeper way—to fuck a girl who so much
needed
to be fucked, needed to let her nasty side out. Dorky as it may have sounded, he hadn’t been lying when he’d told her he was honored she would pick him to do it with. And to know he was the first guy she’d been with just because she
wanted
to—damn, he’d been fighting a monster hard-on ever since.

The rich girl had a sweet side—much sweeter than he could have possibly imagined last night—and he kind of liked it.

When they got outside, Duvall Street was hopping—it was Saturday night in Key West. Tourists and islanders alike—of all ages—were hitting the bars and strolling the thoroughfare, and traffic was thick with everything from souped-up Mustangs to motor scooters. The warm breeze that hit his face as he took her hand to head north reminded him of why he’d picked this particular party destination to move to—it was as close as a person could get to the Caribbean in the United States and he had a passion for tropical climes.

They were both a little drunk, he knew—but maybe the good girl gone bad didn’t handle her liquor as well as him, so he made sure to keep hold of her hand as they strolled. She looked filled with wonder as she spied the nightlife—peeking into each bar they passed, as well as one strip club. He almost offered to take her inside but stopped—he wanted to help her release her inhibitions as much as possible, but corrupting her in public would be a bad idea given that word could easily get back to Daddy Dearest.

So instead he led her up Duvall until taking a right turn down the much quieter, palm-lined street where he lived in half of a small two-family home. “Here we are,” he said.

“Here where?” she asked, bumping up against him when they stopped—he felt the jiggle of her sumptuous breasts on his arm and wanted them, bad. She wore a slinky little halter top with deep cleavage tonight and he’d been aching for another taste of her sweet nipples.

“My place,” he said, pointing upward toward the little sundeck outside the front second-story window of the classic white clapboard Key West house. “Let’s go inside where I can get you undressed.”

With that, he drew close to her, leaning in to kiss her neck, and he knew he wasn’t the only one ready for some action—so it caught him off guard when she drew back.

“No, let’s go to the yacht.”

Scott let out a quiet breath—and was completely honest with her. “The yacht makes me a little nervous, honey. Your dad could walk in and I need my job, remember?”

“I told you—he and Mom are in a hotel while we’re here. In fact, it’s amazing that they even let me stay without them on the boat, so I want to take advantage of having the place to myself.”

But Scott wasn’t convinced. “You might have the place to yourself, but I know you’re not exactly alone out there. Somebody on the staff could see me and tell.”

“That a guy they don’t know was on the boat with me. That would get
me
in trouble, not you. And besides—I might be wild at heart, but I’m more comfortable in my own surroundings, so…afraid it’s the boat or nothing, pirate boy. I like you a lot,” she said, peering up at him, leaning into him, “but you could still be an axe murderer.”

He let out a laugh. “Any guy who would rather murder you than fuck you is crazy.”

“Axe murderers usually are,” she said.

“Good point,” he conceded.

“Scott, I’ll do anything you want—but it has to be on the yacht.” She was rubbing those gorgeous tits against his chest now, making his scalp—and lots of other parts of him—tingle and pulse with need. Then she added, “Besides, you looked good in satin—

I want to lay you back down on those sheets and do every nasty thing to you I can think of.”

Shit. His cock throbbed so violently now that it almost hurt. What the hell could he do?

“All right, rich girl, you win. But you better hope we don’t get caught.”

* * * * *

Payton led Scott by the hand through the dark, crossing the yacht’s lower deck toward her cabin. It was late—after one—so she was sure the staff would all be fast asleep. Which is why it surprised her so much when she suddenly bumped into a man’s body. She gasped, and Scott immediately pulled her back toward him.

Then she realized who it was. “Daniel.”

“Sorry, Miss Albright. I didn’t mean to startle you—I expected to be the only one about at this hour.”

Then his gaze fell on Scott in the darkness behind her and she knew he’d be worried. “Scott, this is Daniel. Daniel, Scott.”

“We’ve met,” Scott said.

Then she turned to Scott more fully. “Don’t worry—Daniel’s cool. He won’t tell anyone I had…company tonight.”

Daniel quickly backed her up. “Oh, certainly not,” he assured them both, then looked at her companion. “Miss Albright’s secrets are safe with me.” After which he gave her a wink, reminding her that he had secrets too—and the memory of seeing him with the brunette in the closet last night made her skin tingle hotly, especially given that she was already excited.

“It
is
late,” she ventured, curious. “Any chance you’re returning from seeing your waitress friend?”

Daniel flashed a debonair yet amused smile. “Turns out, my dear Miss Albright, that the lovely little girl has a very large boyfriend.”

Another small gasp left her. “He didn’t find out, did he?”

Oh hell—she’d just spilled the beans. That she’d seen him fucking the waitress.

Only…he didn’t look as surprised as she thought he should, simply asking, “About what?”

Payton swallowed, then tried to cover her tracks. “About…you know. That you…were interested in her.”

Daniel tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, looking amused—and she knew she was caught.

“You knew I was there, didn’t you?”

“Afraid so,” he admitted—but their gazes met and held.
Oh my.
A strange, fresh heat stretched like a ribbon through her body along with the weird new awareness between them—he knew she’d
wanted
to watch. She’d seen him in the most intimate of acts. And apparently he’d…well, he’d liked it well enough not to put a stop to it.

Suddenly, Scott chimed in. “Uh, what am I missing?”

A fair enough question, and despite her embarrassment, honesty seemed the easiest course. “I, um, came upon Daniel and one of the waitresses at the party last night when they were, um…”

“Fucking,” Daniel supplied easily, surprising her. His frankness—and the pure sexual vibes that permeated the word—made her heart beat harder.

“Well, I’m sorry about the boyfriend,” she told him.

Daniel merely shrugged. “So am I, but I still had a very pleasant liaison, so all’s well.”

Payton met Daniel’s gaze again and this time something in the connection of their eyes made her chest sizzle. Until just over twenty-four hours ago, she’d never thought of Daniel in a sexual way, but now that she did, she realized he was…well, hot. With a lean, attractive body. And though she’d never actually thought about his age, it suddenly hit her that he couldn’t be much older than her. Thirty, maybe. Thirty-two at most.

“Well then,” Daniel finally said, “good night, and have a very pleasant evening, Miss Albright.” And with another wink that left her all the more confused about her current feelings, he crossed the deck and headed toward the staff’s quarters.

Payton actually felt a little dizzy after the encounter. Or maybe it was those Sunset Blasts still knocking her for a loop. She fell softly against Scott and said, “I think I need to sit down.”

“Uh-oh,” he said, then drew her to the nearest lounge chair, which happened to be the one where he’d so skillfully eaten her pussy last night. “Too much rum?”