Chapter 22
GEORGE
TWO WEEKS LATER
I was walking around the ship with a permanent smile on my face and the crew was still getting used to it.
Of course, they all knew why.
After all, Rafe had moved his belongings into my cabin two weeks ago. It may have seemed fast to outsiders, but not to us. We didn’t question why we felt this way about each other; we trusted in our instincts.
And every day that passed had me falling for him more and more. Harder, deeper, until I could do nothing but surrender to the current.
You learn lot about your partner in a short matter of time when you spend 24/7 of it together.
Rafe slept fitfully at night and did indeed require lots of cuddling, which I was only too happy to supply. His feet were always cold; he needed his cuppa first thing, or he was as grumpy as me; and he was unusually shy at first when it came to talking about his work.
He’d shown me the photos he’d taken so far, and I was beyond impressed by his talent.
He explained the different moods he was trying to capture and how he wanted to present the final portfolio to the client.
I could see the passion in his eyes and hear it in his voice every time he talked about his photography.
It was the same with anything he loved. Nothing was done by half measure. Rafe was all in. And that included me.
I’d never felt so intensely desired or cared for by a partner.
And it wasn’t just the way we connected during sex.
He’d bring me snacks during my breaks to make sure I was eating, he stayed up with me all night on the watch when the swells were high, and he helped the crew on deck when he wasn’t working.
We’d taken to leaving each other handwritten love notes every day.
I treasured each one, memorizing his words and searing them on my heart.
But there was still an unsettled concern that lingered in the back of my mind.
Rowan had called to inform us that he’d be visiting tomorrow.
A business trip with his husband Andrew that would have them staying on board for a week.
We’d be traveling back to the Sydney area.
I found the timing unusual since Rowan would often give several weeks’ notice for his trips rather than a single day.
I knew what that meant.
Rafe and I would be confronted with questions and concerns about our relationship.
And of course, if Rowan was on board, that meant a party or two with his clients and friends.
I mentally prepared myself for all of it.
The social aspect I could deal with. And the rest too.
I was in love with Rafe, and if Rowan had a problem with that, then so be it.
I could find another job if I had to. I hadn’t broken any rules.
Then again, sleeping with your boss’ brother was not something you’d find in an HR manual.
It wasn’t just the situation with Rowan that had me uneasy. The uncertainty of what lay ahead for Rafe and I was front and center.
I always planned out my routes carefully and navigated with precise knowledge.
But loving Rafe was one journey I was not prepared for.
I had no compass, save for my heart, to guide me.
I knew what I wanted, but Rafe had a new career to consider.
He’d be off on shoots all over the world.
Was it fair for him to be tethered to me when we might be separated for weeks or months at a time?
“George, can I have a word?”
Charlie’s deep voice interrupted my worries.
“Yes, come in,” I replied and motioned for him to enter the wheelhouse.
“Everyone’s on board, and Rafe and Niall are sorting their equipment. But the tender gave me some trouble on the trip back from the beach today. The engine flooded again. Noah’s working on it now. And also. . .” He paused and ran a hand through his hair.
When the silence continued, I intervened.
“What’s wrong?”
“It may be nothing, but a couple of guys we met on the beach today were taking photos of Rafe and the rest of the guests. Rafe told them to get lost, but I think he was recognized. I just wanted to warn you.”
“I’ll talk to him when he comes up.”
“Good, okay.”
“Thanks, Charlie. Let’s make sure the tender is ready for Rowan and Andrew’s arrival tomorrow. Have the deck crew check over the water toys and anything else they might need.”
“Will do.”
Charlie headed back downstairs, and I grabbed my mobile.
I searched Rafe’s social media and saw several new comments as well as a link to a gossip site.
Sure enough, there were pictures of him and the other models, sunbathing nude, all over the site.
Christ. I fought for control of my anger.
Not with Rafe, but with the arsehole who thought he had the right to infringe on their privacy.
Just then, I looked up to find Rafe standing at the door, a white towel wrapped around his hips. I couldn’t talk to him now, I needed time to cool off. I didn’t want to say or do anything I would regret.
I slammed my mobile on the desktop and headed for the bathroom. Shutting the door and splashing my face with water, I took a few deep breaths when the door opened and Rafe sauntered in.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, his face full of worry.
“Charlie told me about the tosser on the beach. The pictures. They’re already on some celebrity gossip site.”
“Nothing I can do about it except contact the site and request their removal.”
“That’s it? How can you be so calm?” I demanded.
“I’ve been in the public eye a while, sweetheart. Not like Dylan, but I’ve attended my share of events. And the photos are just sunbathing in the nude. It’s really not that big a deal.”
Not a big deal?
My blood pressure was rising as fast as my cock. I slipped my hand around his neck and pulled him in close.
“It is to me,” I whispered against his lips. “They had no right.”
Then I didn’t kiss him so much as claim him, devouring his mouth until he whimpered. “I don’t want anyone else to see you.”
“They can look at my body, but they can’t touch. I’m only yours,” he responded.
The heated look in his eyes had my dick throbbing.
“Then take that towel off, bend over, and grip the edge of the sink,” I growled. “Do it. Show me who that gorgeous arse belongs to.”
Rafe obeyed my order and dropped his towel, turning and standing in front of me, in front of the mirror.
Christ, those smooth, round cheeks were perfection. And the dimples at the top…
I wanted to bury my face there and taste him for hours. I wanted to pound it hard and take him slowly and fuck him in every possible position.
I slipped one hand in his hair, wrapping the soft strands around my wrist and pulling gently, until the beautiful arch of his neck was exposed for my pleasure.
“You like getting naked in front of others,” I stated as I stared at his reflection.
“Guilty.” Rafe licked his lips, his blue eyes electric with desire.
“That’s about to change.” I slipped my other hand down over his back, watching goosebumps erupt, his body trembling.
I continued down until I reached the top of his arse, sliding between his cheeks, one finger tapping his tight little hole.
Slowly, I teased the rim with light strokes.
Rafe gasped and pushed back, greedy for more.
But I stopped moving and leaned forward to gently bite his neck.
Fuck I could live off his taste. He was intoxicating.
“You want more?” I asked as I continued to tease him.
“Yes.”
I trailed my finger back up to the base of his spine. Rafe whimpered.
“You’ll get more when you promise that from now on, no one sees your naked body but me.”
“Modeling,” he gasped.
“That’s different.”
“It is, but I’m done with that. The only person I want to model for is you.”
Then Rafe pushed back, pushing his arse into my hand to get me to touch him again. “Please love, please.”
I all but came undone when he begged that like. I slid my finger back down, rubbing his hole with increasing pressure but never penetrating him.
“Fuck, George, I need more. I need you.”
“You have me. All of me.”
“Then hurry up and take what belongs to you,” he growled.
“Stop topping from the bottom,” I released his hair and gently swatted his ass.
Then I dropped to my knees and spread his cheeks.
Rafe looked over his shoulder and moaned loudly, pushing his arse back.
“Yes, you know I love it.”
“Say it,” I demanded as I leaned and teased his hole with my breath, then a quick lick. “Tell me what you want. I need to hear the words.”
“I want to feel your beard against my skin. Your tongue in my arse. And your cock. I need you to fuck me hard. I want to feel you for days. I love when your hot cum drips down my thighs.”
I leaned forward and worshipped his arse, giving him everything he needed. From now on, he would want for nothing.
God, he smelled so fucking good. I licked him from his taint to his tailbone, teasing him with light, quick flicks of my tongue.
Relishing his loud moans, I ran my tongue around his perfect pink hole, then speared my tongue inside.
His moans turned to whimpers as he jolted beneath me.
He knocked over something on the counter, but both of us were too far gone to care.
I gave one last lick and stood up. Wrenching open my belt, I unzipped my pants, shoved down my briefs, and pulled out my cock, dripping with pre-cum. I grabbed the lube on the counter and slathered my dick, then wasted no more time.
“Who do you belong to?” I demanded, gripping his hips tightly.
I stood there in my uniform, fully dressed, with my hard cock jutting out. Rafe was completely naked, and the contrast between us ratcheted my desire higher.
“You. Only you,” Rafe moaned out.
I lined my throbbing cock up with his lubed hole and pushed in slowly, inch by inch. We’d agreed to forego condoms, both of us with clean bills of health.
Without the condom, his intense heat surrounded me. And the knowledge that I was the only man he’d ever gone bare with, the only one he trusted, made my possessive heart beat faster.
It was so fucking good. It was everything.
I watched him take all of me, until my entire cock was lodged deep in the heat of his arse. I paused for a second, savoring the moment. I never wanted to leave his body.
“But you belong to me,” Rafe growled.
“Fucking right I do,” I replied and thrust my hips, pumping into him in a punishing rhythm. Rafe cried out and clenched the edge of the porcelain sink so tightly his knuckles turned white.
“Look at you, so greedy. Taking all of my cock. You’re so hungry for it, aren’t you? Is this hard enough?” I asked as I pumped in and out, frantically trying to get as deep as I could.
“Harder,” Rafe cried out and spread his legs wider.
Sweat dripped down my face, my back, and through my shirt.
I was soaked in sweat and lube, straining closer, fucking him with increasing urgency.
I needed to watch him come, to see the pleasure that he would only get from me.
I watched his facial expressions in the mirror, noting every gasp and moan.
And the way he bit his full lower lip when he got loud, to keep from crying out.
“If you want to scream, scream. I want to hear every filthy sound,” I demanded as his indigo eyes locked with mine.
I placed one foot on the edge of the shower stall, giving me more leverage. I rocked my hips and felt my cock slide in deeper.
“Right there,” he moaned out as I reached around and tugged on his hard cock.
His arse clenched around my dick, so tight that my breath caught. Then he was shaking, crying out, spurting his cum all over my hand, the sink, the floor. Seeing Rafe in the throes of his pleasure sparked my own, and I rutted in and out of him, almost there. Almost there…
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he groaned, his voice hoarse. “Fuck me full of your cum.”
Between the endearment and the dirty words, I went right over the edge, the orgasm cascading through my body like a tidal wave. I kept moving, thrusting, as I did what I’d promised. I felt my hot cum dripping out of his hole, around my cock, down his thighs. It was the most satisfying feeling ever.
We were both gasping for air, taking short, sharp breaths.
I glanced at our mutual reflection in the mirror.
We both looked debauched, me in my wrecked uniform and him, naked, covered in sweat and cum.
I’d never had such a primal reaction to a lover.
Fuck, I’d never had more passionate sex in my life.
I reached up and slid my hand in his hair, pulling it aside, revealing his neck. I bent over and kissed him in the spot that always drove him wild—the gentle slope where his shoulder met his neck. His deep groan had me smiling against his skin.
Then I finally noticed the state of the bathroom. The bar of soap in the sink, my footprint on the shower ledge, the towel we’d somehow pulled off the rack that now lay strewn on the floor. At this rate, I’d need a bathroom reno as well as a new bed.
“I think I died and went to sex heaven,” Rafe quipped as his legs shook.
I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in tight, anchoring him to me.
He looked up and our eyes met in the reflection.
“I love it when you take me like that. I fucking love how possessive you are with me.” He paused and licked his lips. “Is that wrong?”
I shook my head. “It’s you and me. It’s us. It’s infinitely right,” I whispered.
He rested his head on my shoulder and smiled at me. “I think I’m ready for that tattoo now.”
I think I agreed.