“Oh really? Anything?”
“Emmett,” I warn.
“All right well let me take it off auto-pilot.” He lifts off me and pushes a few buttons on a console and suddenly I feel the pull of the wheel. “Just try to aim for that building over there, the sail should hold. Don’t make any sudden movements or turn too much in either direction, or we’ll lose it.”
Seems pretty straight forward. I keep the wheel as straight as possible with an iron grip, even as the wind starts to pick up and I have to fight it a bit.
Emmett, meanwhile, stands by the boom with a beer in hand, grinning at me like a fool.
“Are you enjoying this?” I yell over the wind.
“Sexiest fucking sight I’ve ever seen,” he says to me. “Why don’t you show me your tit and make it even better.”
I balk. “Fuck you. Let’s see your dick then.”
He considers it, then nods. “Okay.” Starts to unzip his jeans.
“Stop,” I tell him. “I was kidding.”
“Secretly you weren’t,” he says, reaching into his boxer briefs.
I should look away, I really should but I’m also curious to see if he’s hard or not.
My brain wins at the last minute.
Just as he starts whipping it out, I throw up my hands to shield my eyes.
It all happens in slow motion.
I let go of the wheel.
The wheel starts to violently spin.
The boat begins to turn.
The boom begins to swing.
The boom comes across hard and strikes Emmett in the shoulder and sends him, his dick, and his beer, soaring through the air and right over the side of the boat.
Into the water.
Splash.
Man overboard.
“Emmett!” I scream, my hands grabbing onto the wheel and trying to control the boat as it keeps sailing forward. I look over at my shoulder to see him surfacing and starting to tread water, gasping for air.
“Hold on I’m coming!” I yell at him, trying to turn the boat around but now the boom is swinging the other way. “How do I reverse?!”
“You can’t reverse!” he yells from the waves. “You’re under sail!”
“How do I turn it off?” I yell back, frantically trying to hit all the buttons with one hand while steering the boat with the other.
“You can’t! You’re under fucking sail! Jesus Murphy, Alyssa, throw me the ring!”
Right. The ring. I have no choice but to let go of the wheel again until the boat is completely turned around. At least now, the sails are slack and flapping and the boat is slowing down.
I grab the ring off the back of the boat and quickly throw it into the water with all my might. My throw isn’t the best–neither is my aim–but at least it’s in the water and Emmett is swimming toward it.
Despite the danger and trauma of watching him possibly drown, there’s something incredibly sexy about the way he’s slicing through the water, doing a front crawl through the waves like he’s a fucking tugboat on speed.
Damn. No wonder the man used to be on the swim team.
It’s not long before he’s reached the ring and slides it over his head. He then grabs the rope and starts pulling himself in after the boat until he’s finally at the platform at the back.
“I am so, so sorry!” I cry out to him as I feebly try to help him on board. He’s so cold to touch and shivering, his lips looking a shade of blue.
“It’s okay,” he says, trying to catch his breath as he crawls onto the deck and slowly tries to get to his knees. “It’s okay. It was my fault.”
“No, I’m an idiot, I shouldn’t have let go of the wheel,” I tell him, holding onto his wet shirt, afraid to let go in case I lose him again.
“No, it was my fault. I shouldn’t have shown you my penis. I know the power it has over you.”
He’s smiling as he says this but it still doesn’t make me feel any better.
“Hold on,” I tell him. “I’ll get you some blankets, you would have gotten hypothermia if you were in there for one minute longer. Do you think you can steer it back or should I call the Coast Guard?”
“I’ll be fine,” he says, heading over to the wheel.
I swallow hard, hating the sight of him like this, regardless of how well his wet clothes are sticking to his muscles, and I quickly hurry downstairs to gather up as many blankets as I can. When I get up top, I dump them at my feet and then start pulling his shirt off his head. “Gotta get you out of these first,” I tell him. “That’s all.”
“Sure, sure,” he says with a grin, even though he’s unable to keep from shivering. “Pants next. But, mind you, the water is cold.”
His pants are unzipped anyway, so I pull them down until he’s naked and try not to stare at his cock, which truly does look quite different than what he was showing me prior to going overboard. Then again, the man is blessed in that department, so it doesn’t look any different from average.
“You don’t need to stare at it,” he says. “You’re making him shy.”
I smile at him. “Shy or not, I have to stop and appreciate. I learned my lesson before.”
“Never look away from my dick.”
“You got that right.”
Then I start wrapping the blankets all over him, covering up every wet inch so that by the time we’re heading back into the marina, he looks like he’s started some kind of blanket-wearing fashion trend. I’m sure Kanye West would try and sell it for a couple grand.
Somehow, we manage to dock the boat and he gives me instructions on how to properly tie it down, fancy knots and all.
Then I come back on board.
“Are you sure we shouldn’t take you to the hospital?” I ask him, even though the color is coming back into his lips and his eyes look brighter.
He nods. “I just need to get warm and rest. Come on.” He puts his arm around me and ushers me downstairs into the cabin.
Cold and wet (him), high (me) and exhausted (both of us), we crawl into the berth with each other.
And promptly pass out.
Chapter 12
Alyssa
When I wake up it takes me a moment to realize where I am.
It’s almost dark, the blue glow of twilight comes through the glass hatch above me. I yawn, feeling as if I could sleep forever, and slowly turn my head to see Emmett beside me.
This is the first time I’ve seen him sleeping.
I feel like such a creeper.
Because even when he’s asleep, he’s a fucking babe. His boyish face is almost pretty with his tan skin and long eyelashes. His thick hair is slightly mussed up from the seawater and his stubble seems darker in the dim light.
I could literally stare at him forever.
That’s when I’m hit with a curious pang. This side of us, the one rife with intimacy, where we can sleep beside each other, is not part of the deal. This isn’t supposed to happen, it just has by silly accident, and now I’m soaking it up as much as I can.
This is the part that feels real.
And this is the part I really want.
I close my eyes and lie my head back on the pillow, letting out a dramatic sigh.
After a few beats, Emmett murmurs, “Everything okay?”
“You aren’t sleeping?”
“Not when I can feel your eyes on me,” he says. “Though I do like being admired.”
“You would.”
He opens his eyes and looks at me. “Kiss me.”
“What?”
“Kiss me.”
I give him a wary look, even though kissing him really is one of my favorite things. “Why?”
“Because I want you to.”
“But no one is here to take a picture of it.”
“But I want you to.”
I stare at him for a moment, trying to figure him out. “Is this what Emmett Hill wants?”
“I want more than just a kiss, but it will do.”
I close my eyes, lean over and leave a soft, sweet kiss on his lips.
I’m about to pull back and ask if that was enough but he reaches up and grabs me by the back of the neck, pulling me further down so my mouth is crushed against his, my breasts pressed against his chest. He moans into my mouth and I feel it all the way through me.