Chapter 17 A Ship Not A Boat
Eva
“Eva, you attended Oxford?” Danna Delphine—known to all not in the family as Lady Danna—asked.
“Yes, ma’am,” I answered. “I was in Mansfield College.”
Her reaction to this answer would determine how I felt about her.
“Oh. You were… studious,” Danna said. “I was in Magdalen.”
Of course she was.
“I met my husband there. He was a postgraduate,” Danna continued. “David and I were happy when Daphne chose Magdalen and received a placement. It was a good opportunity for her. Did your parents attend Oxford?”
“No,” I said.
“Where did they attend? Something more local? Business at Indiana?”
“They didn’t attend university.”
I knew she felt superior, based on the glance she exchanged with Davey.
“Well, I suppose that is a credit to brilliant people finding their way no matter the challenging circumstances,” Danna said.
I felt an inch tall.
“Mum, that’s rude,” Davey said. “Just because her parents didn’t go to college doesn’t mean they are indigent. And so, what if they were? Why would you say it?”
If eyes could hiss, Danna Delphine’s would have.
“I found out recently Eva is a horse girl. I told her to talk to Chloe and Dora,” Davey changed the conversation adeptly. I couldn’t help but smile in return.
“Oh, did you show?”
“I have a horse I showed in the all-around growing up,” I answered. “He’s an old man now, but we got a few hi-points in our days in showmanship and western riding.”
“Oh, quarter horses,” Danna was flat.
This was not going well.
“Lady Danna, is this wine from your vineyards?” Chase, the CFO asked. “It is just impeccable.”
The wine was fine. I had one sip after Chloe goaded me for ages.
I did not contribute. I kept quiet for the rest of the dinner, only paying attention to my food.
When dinner wrapped, the hotel people ditched us to drink.
I soon found myself in my room alone. It was too soon to sleep.
I pulled on a t-shirt, some shorts, my Birks, and headed to the beach for a nighttime walk.
After making it down, I realized I had company.
“Great minds, huh?” Davey chuckled from where he sat in the sand.
“I needed a break from feeling so useless,” I said.
“Ignore my Mum,” Davey said. “I’m sorry. She… she cannot relate to anyone normal.”
“Yes, I am sorry I am a mere mortal.”
“Sit. I promise I don’t bite.” Davey patted the sand.
“If I sit, I might not get back up. My back and hips are fucked—and for once, there is no fun reason for it.”
“I’ll hoist you,” Davey offered
I plopped onto the cool sand indelicately, resting my eyes on the horizon. A few boats remained, their lights bobbing. The waves were calm, breeze cool, and the evening perfect.
“I love this place,” Davey said.
“It’s incredible,” I admitted. “I’d want to just work from home and never leave.”
“You’re not much for city life, then?”
“Oh, I love the city, too. I love London still. But, as I get older, I appreciate the quiet more. And now that I never have it, I want it even more.”
I leaned back, bracing myself with my hands.
Davey looked over, then at my stomach.
“It’s bad, yeah?” I laughed.
“It’s good,” Davey said. “I mean, it’s progress, but… it’s hard to hide in this shirt.”
“Next week. Just let there be good news.”
“Agreed.”
It was awkward. A tension hung.
“I—” We both said.
“Sorry,” I said. “I missed that.”
“I wanted to ask you if I could just touch your stomach. If it’s weird, I… don’t have to. I’m just genuinely curious. Is it soft or firm? It looks firm, but… who knows?”
His interest surprised me. “Yeah, sure.”
Davey put his hand on my stomach gently. “It’s firm. Wild.”
“That’s mostly my stomach muscles,” I said. “It’s nothing impressive yet.”
“The baby is the size of a plum,” Davey said. “That’s impressive enough to me. I cannot grow a damn thing.”
“You researched it?”
“Yeah. I bought actual books,” Davey answered. “Stupid, probably but—”
“No, you tried. I appreciate it.”
I was glad he sought knowledge rather than me answering every question.
“You’re not comfortable here,” Davey murmured. “Eva, I would like you to be—”
“Why would I be? I do not belong here. Your mother made that much clear. And… I don’t want to torture either of us with this game… it would never work.”
Davey looked at me, hand still on my stomach.
“Tell me that you didn’t enjoy it, Eva.”
“What?”
“The kiss,” he said. “Tell me you aren’t thinking about it now.”
“I… I…”
“You can’t, Eva. Because we both enjoyed it.”
“It wouldn’t work. I’m getting big as a house. We work together. The whole thing is a fucking disaster! Why? Why can’t you glom onto some hot, tall woman?”
“You are so caught up on not being attractive, but damn, Eva! You’re gorgeous. You may be built, but you’re beautiful.”
“You don’t prefer statuesque women?”
“I think maybe you do, but you are absolutely my type. I prefer shorty, curvy women with a big ass. You not only have a fabulous ass, but your tits are also amazing.”
I flushed, something that lost in the moonlight.
“Did I get it right?”
“I like tall people—you want what you cannot have. You got that right.”
“When I saw you across that bar with that creep bothering you, I fell hard. I don’t get like this. You frustrate me to no end. You love to argue—I hate it. You also melt me when you finally unlatch the gate and let me in. Fucking you is addictive. I’d do it dozens more times—”
“Not like this,” I said. “Davey, I’m—”
“Gorgeous?”
“Pregnant,” I said, annoyed.
“So?”
I cocked my head. “You really don’t care?”
“There is something remarkably sexy about it. I mean, I was the one who got you pregnant. Should I be embarrassed?”
I shook my head.
“Can I kiss you?”
He hit every note perfectly. His check-in put me at ease. The way he told me I was beautiful made me swoon. I lost myself to the base urge, ending up pinned to the sand as we kissed. It wasn’t hungry like before. It was sweet and gentle. Davey looked at me.
“This isn’t a power move, Eva. There isn’t an agenda beyond me wanting you to give me a chance and for us to have a healthy relationship—whatever that looks like—for the sake of this kid. But, Eva, I cannot help but want more. I’m sorry.”
The urge for more overcame me as I pressed his hand down my torso to my shorts. “Show me.”
“What?” Davey said, confused.
“Get me off. I am… so desperate. Show me what you mean.”
“If this is a test, I will ace it,” Davey said.
“A new thing for you?” I teased as he slid his hand inside my running shorts and found my clit.
“Not the first time,” he dipped one finger inside to pull out some of my wetness.
It was so good. I realized I might have reached the horny part of pregnancy where Ellie said reserves were low. Last night, I’d awoken on the verge of climax, and my drawer of vibrators were uncharged from six weeks of no use. Davey thrust two fingers inside, then three. I moaned too loudly.
“Shh,” Davey said. “You don’t want to let the house know.”
“N…no,” I breathed shakily.
“Your pussy is so wet.” Davey kissed me. “And desperate. You’re dirty, Eva.”
“I’m… so horny,” I pleaded. “Don’t stop.”
“Cum for me, baby,” Davey whispered.
My body lit up with a crash of the waves.
As if fireworks fired overhead, I came with my hand clasped over my mouth.
I couldn’t trust myself now. It just felt so good.
Davey gave me another mind-blowing orgasm with nothing but his hand, leaving me breathless.
I looked back at Davey, still weightless with pleasure, and noticed once more his boyish, satisfied grin—the same he’d had when he made me cum before.
“That’s not enough.” Davey’s fingers slowly slipped from my pussy. “That’s the problem.”
“What?”
“I want more. Every time you cum, I want more, Eva.”
“You cannot have more—not out here. I… I don’t want to risk any of this.”
“You think this is the first time people have ever hooked up at this retreat?”
“In your parents’ house?” I asked.
“Eva, you make me desperate.”
“We cannot fuck out here like this. And… if I go—”
“Come with me.”
Davey
“Where are you dragging me?” Eva gasped.
“It’s not far.”
Every time I watched Eva’s face as she climaxed, the more of her I craved. She gave over and her walls fell. I needed her, having gotten creative in hopes I’d break my weeks-long celibacy streak.
“Why are we on a pier?” Eva asked.
“We have a yacht,” I answered.
Eva rolled her eyes, “Of course you do.”
I ignored her judgement, finding our slip and climbing aboard. I looked around for the panel that controlled the cabin lock. The passcode was Dora’s birthday.
“The Lady Danna. Original,” Eva said.
I snickered. “Dad was nothing if not completely in love with my mother. Hence naming the ship after her.”
“Yes, it’s a ship not a boat.”
“Correct.” I opened the door and returned, holding my hand out to help her.
Eva looked around, shaking her head. “This thing… is… wild. Okay, where are we going?”
I led her below deck, flicking on the low galley lights and tracking back to the main stateroom. We hadn’t taken the yacht out since my last visit a month before to park it here for fall.
“Does this work for you?” I asked.
“There is a bed. So, yes. I cannot believe I’m doing this.”
I couldn’t either. It was ridiculous. We were sneaking around—as if she wasn’t already pregnant with my child. Once the news broke, it wouldn’t matter. We’d be those people and able to fuck openly with no shame.
Eva settled on the bed and began to wiggle from her shorts. By now, I’d tossed mine aside, wasting no time. With finality, I tugged them off and whipped them across the room. I spread her legs, intending to eat her out.
“No, I… it’s weird, right. You’re… right there.”
I popped back up. “Eva, I’m going to go down on you. I have to be right there.”
“It’s weird, should you?”
I didn’t understand her concern. If this was about the obvious pregnancy, I didn’t care.
“You’re hot. I want to taste you. Let me get you off, Eva.”
“I want you inside of me,” Eva pleaded. “Now.”
I wanted to taste her but gave up. If she wanted me inside, denying her was ungrateful.
“Are you good… have you slept with anyone else since me?” Eva asked as I crawled up, pressing my hard cock against her entrance.
“No,” I answered.
“Really?” She rolled her hips, allowing me to settle at her center.
“Finding out I impregnated the incredibly hot woman I hooked up with three weeks before blinded me to anyone else,” I said.
“You don’t have to lie.”
“I’m not lying.”
I kissed her, wetness rolling across the head of my cock. Breath ragged, Eva wrapped her legs around me tightly, pulling my hungry cock into her pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” I said. “You feel amazing.”
“Better than last time?”
“Every time I enter you, it gets sweeter,” I said as I thrust, basking in how the feeling hit.
She gasped. I ground into her again, eliciting a beautiful moan from her pretty pink lips.
“Fuck me,” Eva pled. “You’re so good. Your cock is…”
Her voice faded as she lost her sense of reason.
“Yeah? Is that what you want, baby?”
Eva bit her lip and nodded. As her hands went up my shirt and dug into my back, I watched her unwinding with obsessive excitement. She was so beautiful when she came and so appreciative.
“Cum for me, baby,” I said. “Cum hard for me.”
“Harder,” Eva panted.
Obeying, I thrust harder and faster. Her head fell back as she moaned, then screamed, “Oh, yes, fuck me, Davey!”
It took a moment to conjure a “good girl” as she pulsed around my cock. Now that I was freely inside, no longer tortured by a too-small condom, I felt every moment of her orgasm—a whole body experience.
As I continued to fuck her, basking in the way her tits bounced beneath her shirt, I knew I wouldn’t last.
“Fuck, Eva, I’m gonna cum,” I moaned.
“Cum for me,” she gasped.
As she said it, I exploded, pinning her to the bed. When I pulled back to take her in, a cheeky grin crossed her face.
“You good?” Eva asked.
“Yes,” I panted. “So good.”
I felt like fucking her might never get old.