Wild Secret

look, then bent over gracefully and untied her boots. She had a nice bend. Competition or not, Sadie took it as a challenge. She pulled off her boots and proceeded to peel off her shirt and unclasp her bra. Her glorious orbs sprang free, and my eyes widened.
Her perky peaks jiggled as she shimmied out of her miniskirt. Her pleated plaid garment slid over her luscious hips and fell to the deck, followed by her frilly black panties.
She gave me a naughty glance and shrugged. “When in Rome,” she said before strutting toward the Jacuzzi.
She climbed in, and Dizzy and Styxx’s eyes rounded.
The jealous groupies they were with quickly refocused their attention by pulling the guys’ faces back in the proper direction, planting kisses on their lips.
Sadie looked me dead in the eye. “You coming in?”

29
There was enough chlorine in the Jacuzzi to kill just about anything. I hoped. It had definitely seen its fair share of action.
It didn’t take long for Sadie’s wet lips to find mine. Our tongues danced, and my hands explored the inspiring curves of her petite body. It wasn’t long before we decided to find a more private location.
Call me modest, but I didn't want to climb out of the Jacuzzi with the captain standing at attention. I gave it a moment for things to settle down, then we climbed out, toweled off, scooped our clothes from the deck, and moved the party to my stateroom. Once inside, we resumed where we left off.
Our bodies collided, and we melted into one another—her warm skin pressed tight against mine, my hands groping delightful mounds of flesh. I led her into the en suite and dialed up a hot shower. We both climbed inside and washed the chlorine off.
Water glistened on her skin, and steam filled the compartment. Her brunette hair was soaked, and mascara streaked down her cheeks as the water poured down. Sadie had a set of lungs, and she sang for me in the shower, putting on a hell of a performance as we made the most of the confined space.
Afterward, we toweled off and slid into my bunk where we cozied up to each other. She curled around me, stroking my skin with her delicate fingers. The rumble of the ongoing party filtered through the bulkheads.
Sadie felt good. There was no doubt about it.
"That was pretty fun," she said. "I might be inclined to do that again sometime."
"Play your cards right, and you just might get lucky."
She smirked. “I think you’re the lucky one, Mister.”
No argument there.
She leaned in and planted her plump lips on mine. Her delicate fingers traced my abs, gliding south. It didn’t take much effort to rekindle the fire. We went for broke again and finally collapsed, fully satiated. I lay there with a heady swirl of whiskey and pleasure chemicals in my brain. Not a bad way to end the night.
I woke in the morning with the shafts of sunlight beaming into the stateroom, painting patterns on the deck. Sadie's naked form curled beside me. It was a nice sight to wake up to.
I slipped out of bed so as not to disturb her, pulled on a pair of shorts, and stumbled down to the main deck. As usual, the place was littered with empty beer bottles and drink glasses. I moved into the galley and put on a pot of coffee, then took Buddy out for a quick walk. I came back and started fixing breakfast.
Crash staggered into the galley. He had a look of pure bliss on his face.
"You seem like you're in a good mood this morning," I said.
"I am."
"What gives?"
"Life has a funny way of working out," he said.
"I take it things went well last night? I saw you and Faye having what seemed to be an intimate conversation."
"Yeah, we kinda worked things out."
"Worked things out like you’re friends? Or you're more than friends?"
"We made it official. We're gonna give it a go. We're gonna do the whole relationship thing."
I grinned. "I'm happy for you, man."
"Thanks. It was a little rough there for a while, but telling her how I felt was the best thing I could have done."
"Congratulations."
"So, how’d things go with Sadie?"
I just looked at him and smiled, preferring to keep the details to myself.
A grin tugged his lips. "Nice. She's smoking hot." He paused, then his face crinkled. "Doesn't she have a boyfriend?"
I lifted a surprised brow. "She didn't tell me about a boyfriend.”
Sadie sauntered into the galley at that point, wearing one of my T-shirts as a dress, her bare feet slapping the deck. "I hear you talking about me. No, I do not have a boyfriend. I got rid of that loser a few weeks ago. Keep up with current events. I'm not a ho." She leaned against the counter and gave us both a sassy look.
Crash raised his hands innocently. "My bad."
"Is this what you boys do after every party, gossip about your conquests?"
We exchanged a sheepish glance, then simultaneously lied, “No."
Sadie rolled her eyes, knowing better. "Don't worry. My girlfriends are gonna ask me about every naughty detail. We’re worse than you are."


30
JD stumbled into the galley just in time for breakfast, wiping the sleep from his eyes.
I kept scrambling eggs and frying bacon until everyone was fed.
After breakfast, I said my goodbyes to Sadie and headed over to Mind, Body & Spirit with JD. We wanted to drop in on the morning yoga class that Aaron Pennington taught.
The class was full of hot young beauties wearing tight yoga pants and sports bras. They contorted their bodies in all sorts of unnatural yet pleasing positions. The minute we strolled in through the front door, JD muttered under his breath, “Maybe we should offer yoga classes on the boat."
"I think we already do."
He chuckled.
Aaron noticed us with a nervous glance. He moved through the class, adjusting students, making sure they had the appropriate form. He was probably more hands-on than he should have been in this