34. Travis
THIRTY-FOUR
TRAVIS
“How you feeling, Twinkle?” I crouched down in front of where Finn sat on the small sofa in the crew room.
“Lied to, robbed, a victim of the ocean,” Finn replied, glaring at me, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“Would you have really preferred to have gone back to the UK?”
He shook his head. “No, of course not. But we’ll have to eventually, won’t we? Is that what you want? Is that what Jasper wants? We probably should have talked about what’s next, shouldn’t we?”
I cupped his cheek, dragging my thumb over his bottom lip. “Where would you be if you could be anywhere?”
He shifted forward, pulling my thumb into his mouth and sucking hard, dancing his tongue around it, making me moan. Then he pulled off with a loud pop. “I don’t have to be office-based, so I could work from anywhere with internet in theory, although I may demand solid ground under my feet.” He held out his wrists, which were now adorned with seasickness bands that apparently pressed on his pressure points. I didn’t believe they worked, but he’d not been sick for a couple of hours now, although that might be because we were anchored up close to a small set of islands and the ocean was relatively quiet. There was meant to be a storm tonight, but we were far enough away that I didn’t even think we’d catch the tail of it, so I decided not to mention it. I’d never hear the end of it from Twinkle.
“You’d do that?” I didn’t know why I was surprised. We’d all agreed to give this a go, so I guess Finn must have put some thought into what that meant.
“Yes, my Lord, I would do that.”
I brought my lips to his, kissing him briefly. “Are you feeling up for a little fun?”
His wide smile told me my answer.
“How do you feel about fucking and being fucked at the same time?”