11. Caught
CAUGHT
LARS
R ose’s face went from flushed and smiling to pale white. I noticed her gaze now went far beyond my shoulders. Before I could even turn, I heard a recognisable voice. I shuddered, and immediately, my hungry cock no longer ranked in the top one hundred of my concerns.
“What the fuck, Rose?” It was Niall. “What the actual fuck?”
Rose sat up, reaching for the shorts she’d thrown on the bed. I at least had clothes on. I winced, turning to see my friend standing with his back to us. I slowly gathered my shorts and pulled them on but remained shirtless as I’d left my other garment in the galley.
“Can you give me a minute?” Rose griped, annoyed.
“I am going back to the Galley with Amara,” Niall slid the door closed forcefully.
“Don’t take it off the goddamn track!” Rose stood.
I handed her the bikini bottoms.
And, to my surprise, she kissed me. “Sorry. So sorry. I am… I fucked up, Lars.”
“It’s okay,” I said.
“I am so sorry you didn’t?—”
I was too, but whispered, “I made you cum twice, right? That’s not nothing.”
“It’s not.”
She passed me a shirt from the wardrobe. I held it out, confused. It was a tiny tank top which would probably only fit my arm.
“Just wipe your face,” she giggled. “I’m… I made a mess of you.”
“Oh, God, sure,” I said.
Rose had. She’d been very wet. While I could wipe most off my chin, I’d not be able to shake the sweet, lingering taste of her pussy. I’d enjoyed it too much and was about to take my lumps. Seeing her mostly naked in bed was a nice consolation. Part of me hoped we could pick back up later, even though I knew it would be curtains for me with my mates.
Rose opened the door and strode out, reassembled. I followed, but Niall pelted me with my shirt as I reached the galley.
“What the fuck?” He asked.
“We… were bored,” Rose winced. “In our defence, Papa never answered the text. Nor did Mum. So, we just… assumed since you were all out together?—”
“We weren’t,” Niall replied. “Amara and I hung back. So, we came over here as soon as Mum rang us.”
“Oh,” Rose said.
“And you, Lars, what the fuck?”
He could say little other than that, it seemed.
“Uh… I don’t have a defence. We were bored. I apologise.”
“For what?” Rose asked. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Lars.”
“He’s my mate, and he just… you two were…”
“Niall,” Amara grumbled. “Leave them be. They’re both adults.”
Niall’s eyes fell on Rose with admonishment. “Barely in Rose’s case.”
“I’m twenty-six!” Rose declared. “I have two degrees, thank you very much. I am my own woman—enough for Papa to trust me with the estate. Sorry if I nearly shagged your mate. I would have if you hadn’t fucking stopped me.”
I flushed bright red. Rose, please, say no more!
“Unbelievable! When Mac hears?—"
“Let it go!” Amara’s voice boomed.
Niall’s wife, a cabinet minister’s daughter, did not mince words.
“What?”
“Niall, they are adults. So what if she’s your sister? Have we not had an impromptu shag on this boat before?”
“That is different. And it’s been ages!”
“I mean, I’m pretty sure I just raided your condom stash, so people in glass houses…” Rose crossed her arms.
“They probably aren’t any good,” Niall said, “So that was rather daft. See, you aren’t mature enough?—”
“I checked the bloody expiration. Calm the fuck down! I have sex! I’m a grown woman who has sex. We were trapped here. He’s fit and helpful, so sue me!”
Niall shook his head, rubbed his temples and paced. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
“You sound like Mum on a diatribe—both of you.”
“Well, we’re right,” Amara said. “That’s probably why.”
Niall stopped, gaze settling on me less with anger than annoyance. “Can you please put a shirt on?”
I scrambled, realising I still held my shirt. “Sure thing.”
I pulled it on. “I am sorry you caught us.”
But I’m not sorry I did it .
“Fine, whatever. I will lose this battle with all of you. Let’s not speak of this again. In the interim?—”
“If you or Mac had fixed the fucking door, we wouldn’t be in this mess.”
Niall held up a screwdriver and pliers. “I will do it right now if you promise never to let me catch the two of you again.”
“I’ll put a great big sign on the door,” Rose said.
“I’ll fix the door,” I offered.
“You two figure it out,” Rose protested. “Sure. I will grab food and come back. We will all break bread and stop acting like idiots. Amara, don’t let them at each other’s throats.”
“Get me a big, greasy burger and fries,” Amara said. “And I promise neither will dare do such a thing.”
She looked at Niall and me sternly.
I’d fucked up and was mortified to get caught, but all I wanted was to run Rose back to the bedroom and finish what we started. I wanted her to cum on top of me while I spanked her ass and stared at her tits. I needed to hear her scream my name. It was all in good fun—a nearly ideal situation where we both got what we wanted on our holiday fling. I needed to realise this perfect escape if it killed me.