Waterslide Peril (2)
1655 Words
The rhythmic sound of waves were the only thing that I could focus on after Zachary dived into the water. At first, my heart stopped as I saw no waves on the water after some time but just then, finally, Zachary’s head broke the surface, his arm wrapped tightly around Chloe as he pulled her toward the ship. Relief surged through me, but it was quickly followed by an uneasy pang in my chest. The way he held her, the urgency in his movements.
The crew worked quickly, lowering a ladder as Zachary reached the ship. He pushed Chloe up first, his strength unyielding despite the strain of the rescue, before climbing up himself. Water cascaded from his drenched suit, pooling at his feet as he grabbed a towel and draped it over Chloe. His hands were steady, his expression unreadable, even as she shook under his touch.
“You’re safe now,” Zachary murmured, his voice a low, soothing balm against her ragged breaths.
“Someone call a doctor,” I said, turning to a nearby crew member, but Zachary interrupted sharply.
“I’ll take her to the clinic,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. Tossing the towel aside, he turned to me, his gaze steady but distant. “Go back inside. Don’t stay out here.”
I nodded, watching as he scooped Chloe into his arms and disappeared into the ship’s interior. Unease lingered like a shadow. Her fall didn’t seem normal. The railing seemed okay and of course, how did she end up on the other side? Shaking the thought away, I returned to our cabin, but Zachary never came back that night. I didn’t need confirmation to know where he was. Chloe.
Frustration gnawed at me, and I couldn’t resist the urge to check on her. I found myself at the clinic the next morning, the sterile scent mingling with the faint hum of the ship’s engine. Peeking in, I saw Chloe resting peacefully, her breathing even. Relief flickered through me as I saw she was alright.
“Babe.” Zachary’s voice startled me, and I spun around. He stood there, the faint light casting shadows across his chiseled features. His white shirt clung to him, damp and slightly wrinkled, making him look effortlessly sexy. “Why are you here?” he asked, his voice calm but carrying an edge of tension.
“I came to check on her.” I replied evenly, masking the unease in my tone.
Before he could respond, a soft voice cut through the silence.
“Zachary?” Chloe’s voice was faint but distinct, drawing both our gazes toward her as she stirred, her eyes fluttering open.
I stood watching as Zachary walked past me heading to meet her. Something twisted in my stomach as I stared at them. They looked good together.
“ I've instructed the ship's captain to stop at the nearest port. Once he does, you should get off the ship.” Zachary said to Chloe surprising me.
“You want me to leave? You have to come along with me. I'm not leaving until you come back with me. You heard your mom yesterday. Are you going to continue on this pointless cruise tour?” Chloe asked, her eyes flickering to me making me roll my eyes.
“ What I do with my time is none of your business, Chloe. I'm serious. This ship is dangerous now. You have to go home. Think about your parents.” Zachary said, his voice betraying his worry for her.
By the time we returned back to our cabin, I entered behind him watching as he dropped his jacket to the bed. Suddenly, he turned around wrapping his hands around my waist making me tense.
“ Thank God it wasn't you.” Zachary murmured softly making me freeze.
And then he kissed me.
I was shocked enough that it took me a full three seconds to even realize that I was being kissed. Not because it was a bad kiss. It was the opposite, actually, something fierce and deep. Like he was trying to tell me something unspoken.
I grabbed the front of his shirt and pushed myself up on my toes, trying to take control of the kiss. For a moment, he let my tongue invade his mouth, let me think that I was in charge, and then his hands were on my hips, pulling me so tight against him that I could feel the hot, hard length of him pushing against my stomach.
“ Zachary,” I muttered as I stared at him through heavy hooded eyes.
His teeth sank into my bottom lip again, and a flash of pain went through the sensitive flesh. I whimpered, and the sound seemed to break him from whatever had taken him over. He pulled his head back, air rasping in and out of his lungs, his eyes dark.
“I want those perfect t**s in my mouth. I want your p***y writhing over my c**k, I want my c*m inside of you, but first I’m loving kissing you.”
Oh, my god. Did he just say that?
“ This is torture.” I moaned as I stared at him.
“ Torture is being apart from you for even a day. We will find out what's going on in the ship. But for now, we need you to be ready to take my c**k,” he says, his hand gliding down into the waistband of my trousers.
I couldn't be more happier that I had worn jogging trousers.
My hand reaches out to stop him before he can go further and suddenly, I get bold pushing him back to the bed. Zachary's eyes widen in shock but I can see a glint of amusement.
“ I'm already ready.” I said as I quickly unzipped my jacket and removed my trousers.
This was the first time I was actually about to have his c***k inside me after that night at the drunken bar. I was more than excited but nervous at the same time. My gaze locks onto his hand, watching as he strokes his thick, veiny c**k. It’s larger than I ever expected a c**k to be.
“ What are you waiting for?” Zachary asked in a teasing voice bringing me out of my thoughts.
Climbing onto the bed, I stand above him barely feeling anything but anticipation. Zachary reaches out to hold me slowly guiding me onto I slide down unto him. I start to move slowly barely able to stop myself. Everything feels perfect.
He slides his hand to where we’re connected, his fingers against my stomach as he circles his thumb over my clit. My body shakes as I cry out at the overwhelming feeling going through me, like my body is in another dimension.
“f**k me, baby,” Zachary said dragging me on and off his c**k while his hips met mine.
I cry out his name, but it’s drowned out by the sounds of our bodies slapping together. The obscene noise echoes around the room. Zachary groans, thrusting into me one last time. This timepressing his c**k deep inside of me, holding me close as his c**k continues to pulse.
His forehead touches mine as he takes a heavy breath. His hips press against mine with each throb of his c**k, shooting his hot liquid into me.
His eyes are closed, but there’s a smile on his face. I move my hands around his neck and his eyes open to look at me. Pulling me off him, Zachary shifts so that I am lying down beside him in his arms. I close my eyes smiling as we both doze off without a single care in the world.
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“ Someone spilled oil. Look at it.” I said calling Zachary over as we stood outside examining the place where Chloe's accident had happened.
Squatting down near me, Zachary reached out swiping the grease of the floor. It was as evident as day that I was not the only one that someone was after. Chloe was too.
“ Zachary? Did you find anything?” Chloe's voice rang loudly as she stepped out into the deck wrapped in a thick blanket.
For days, she had been pretending to be sick so she wouldn't leave. Zachary didn't push it so neither did I. After all, there was nothing between us other than the fake dating and s*x.
“Nothing yet,” Zachary replied, his voice calm but his expression sharp as he inspected the area. He stood, wiping his hand on a cloth he pulled from his pocket. “But this wasn’t accidental.”
Chloe approached cautiously, her blanket trailing behind her. Her pale face and tired eyes betrayed the toll the past days had taken on her. "If someone’s after me, shouldn’t we tell the captain? Or... do something?"
Zachary glanced at her, his lips pressed into a firm line. “We don’t have enough evidence yet. But whoever it is wants you to feel cornered. We need to stay ahead of them.”
I nodded in agreement but couldn't shake the unease settling in my stomach. My eyes darted to the railing, the churning waves below reminding me of how vulnerable we were out here. “The question is why you? Why would someone be after you?’
Chloe hesitated, her hand clutching the blanket tighter. Her gaze flickered to Zachary, then to me, before looking away entirely. “I don’t know.”
Zachary caught the subtle shift in her demeanor as well. “Chloe,” he said, his tone firm but not unkind. “If there’s something you’re not telling us—”
A sharp sound cut through the conversation, a clattering of metal against metal from somewhere below. All three of us froze.
“What was that?” Chloe whispered, her eyes wide with fear.
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