As much as I want him to stay with me, I understand that we can’t have anyone find out. Keeran wouldn’t tell anyone, but we can’t risk it. Anson can’t risk it and I don’t want to be the person that ruins his reputation.
He pulls me in for one more kiss before climbing over me, careful to not hit his head on the top bunk. I watch him in silence as he quickly dresses, smiling as he tosses my shirt back at me. He gives me one last kiss before checking the hall and quietly slipping out.
There are several hours before I have to get up for breakfast service, so I roll over and grab Henry, pulling him tightly to my chest. He’s no replacement for the man that just left my bed, but he’ll do for now.
When Keeran sneaks into our room thirty minutes later, I’m still awake. “Oh, shit, did I wake you up?”
“Nah,” I say as I roll over to face her, “I woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep.” No need to tell her about the amazing sex I had that I can’t stop thinking of, or the man who is quickly stealing my heart.
“In that case,” she perches on the edge of my bed, “you’ll never fucking guess what happened tonight.” She’s in full gossip mode and I love a bit of juicy gossip.
“Lay it on me.” I sit up and adjust Henry in my lap, careful to keep my naked bottom half under the covers.
“Guess who hooked up?”
Oh. Shit.
There’s no way she could know about Captain and me, right? I trust him to be discreet, but there’s only so much you can do on a boat.
Schooling my features, hoping my face doesn’t betray my emotions, I swallow hard. “Oh my god, who?”
Keeran sits up and points directly at herself. “This girl.” She bites her lip, her whole face beaming.
“Shut up,” I gasp. “With who?”
Keeran blushes, wiping her hair out of her face. “Robbie.”
“Oh my god, you have to tell me everything.” Call me a gossip, but shit, do I love hearing all the details.
“Okay, so,” Keeran pulls her legs up onto my bed getting ready to spill all the juicy details. “I took over the anchor watch from him, and we flirted a bit, of course.” I nod my head in agreement and gesture for her to continue. “I made my rounds around the boat like I’m supposed to do. Except Robbie didn’t go to bed. He was getting into the hot tub and damn does he have a good body. Anyway, he calls me over to him, which, you know, I can't resist. And he kisses me. Just grabs me by the neck and kisses the shit out of me.”
“Damn. So where did you guys hook up then?” I’m even more impressed with Anson sneaking down here without being seen.
“The laundry room.” She lets out a giddy squeal. “Han, it wassogood. Let me just say, he knows what he’s doing.”
We talk about her and Robbie until my alarm goes off. I don’t even mind that I’ll be exhausted today from lack of sleep. It’s been one eventful night.
Chapter Ten
Anson
The smell of coffee wafts its way up the stairs and I know that Hannah’s awake. She’s the most dedicated stewardess I think I’ve ever worked with, and I’m not saying that because I’m obsessed with her— she’s truly amazing.
Soft footsteps bring a smile to my face because I know it’s Hannah. Hannah, my personal siren who takes up my every waking thought.
“Good morning.” Her voice is soft and gravelly, still a bit scratchy from sleep. Her long hair is down, cascading down her back like a waterfall as she brings me coffee.
Keith finally left the boat yesterday and I felt Hannah’s tension float away the farther he got from theSiren. As busy as he kept her, we haven’t been able to sneak away as often as I’d like.
By the time she was able to go down for the night, she’d pass out.
Several nights I found myself wandering down to the crew quarters whenever Keeran was on anchor watch just so I could be with her. She’d roll over and snuggle into my chest, kissing it lightly before drifting off back to sleep.
I take the mug from her, our fingers lingering as I do. “Good morning, baby.” With a crook of my finger, I motion for her to come closer, wanting to greet her with a kiss. Her blue eyes dart around the bridge, but we’re completely alone. Tentatively she places her knee between my thighs on the captain's chair and leans over giving me her lips.
The moment our lips touch, I sigh in contentment. God, I’ve missed the taste of her on my lips.
My tongue brushes against her lips and she opens for me, her tongue teasing mine. She tastes sweet, most likely from all the creamer she puts into her coffee each morning. She hums softly in her throat and my body immediately responds to that sound sending shivers down my spine.
