Before she can link her hand with his, I step forward. “I’ll take care of Hannah. You two get to bed. I expect you to be on deck on time.”
Hannah reaches for my hand and slides her legs over the edge of the hot tub, water splashing on the teak. Without thinking, my free arm reaches around her and lifts her off it, placing her on her feet in front of me. She wobbles unsteadily and clutches my side in an attempt to right herself.
Both men watch us with confused expressions. “Hannah, you good?” Aidan watches her face carefully and she smiles over at him.
“Perfect,” she slurs as she gives the men a thumbs up. “Thanks for tonight. It was so much fun.” She runs a hand down my naked chest, completely unconcerned by our audience.
“Right,” Damon drawls, his eyes watching Hannah’s hand as she runs it back and forth along my skin. “I’ll check on you in the morning, love.” He tilts his head in my direction, “Captain.” Damon taps Aidan on the shoulder, nudging him along through the doors to the main salon.
“Bye, guys,” Hannah calls after them as she wraps her arms around me and waves at the retreating men. Once they’re gone, she looks up at me, her arms linked around my waist. “Hello, Captain.” She smiles up at me, her blue eyes glinting in the light and I can’t help but think how everything is about to be turned upside down.
Damon and Aidan now know our secret.
My smile is tight and forced, my stomach clenching in a knot. “Let’s get you taken care of, baby. Can you walk?”
“Ha!” she cries, “Can I walk?” As if I issued her a challenge she won’t back down from, she holds her arms wide taking quick steps back as if to say, ‘Look at me.’ She manages two steps before she wobbles, and I reach out quickly to steady her.
Not wanting her to hurt herself, I hoist her easily into my arms. Hannah lets out a surprised yelp before wrapping her arms around my neck and nuzzling her face in the crook of my shoulder.
“I missed you today,” she murmurs quietly as I carry her through the boat. Her soft lips gently kiss my skin and I hold her body closer to me. I don’t care that she’s drunk or that her shirt is soaking wet. What matters is that she’s in my arms.
“I missed you too, baby,” I admit, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Did you have fun today?”
One small hand slides down from around my neck, her fingers running through my chest hair as she sighs. “I would’ve had more fun with you,” she says regretfully. “I was trying to come and see you, you know.”
“What do you mean?” I ask as we pass by the galley door and to the steep stairs leading to the crew area.
“I was trying to be a ninja and sneak up to your room. Wake you up,” she pops the P and giggles to herself. “But,” she sighs, “Damon caught me doing my happy dance, so I drank.”
I’m not sure what a happy dance is, but I understand what she’s saying. She was coming to see me and to avoid being found out, she stayed with Damon and Aidan. While I would have preferred her to go back to her bed, I don’t voice it.
Maybe I should teach her a lesson later. I think we’d both like that.
Turning sideways down the small hallway to not hit her feet, I carefully open the door to her shared bedroom like I’ve done many times before. Keeran’s top bunk is empty, and I thank God for tiny miracles.
At least that’s one less person who will know about us.
“She’s sleeping with Robbie,” Hannah whispers in my ear as I set her on her bed. Her eyes are growing heavy, her arms limp at her sides. She wouldn’t have lasted much longer in that hot tub.
“Do you have any water in here?” Her and Keeran’s room is a cluttered mess with clothes littering every surface. She points to her nightstand, and sure enough, there’s a full bottle. I open the top and hand it to her. “Drink it all.”
She giggles, her eyes sliding shut.“Soo bossy,” she complains, but she does as she’s told, lifting it to her mouth and swallowing the contents. Once she reaches the bottom, she holds the empty container out to me. “Happy?”
Chuckling, I take it from her. “Thank you, baby. Now, arms up.” Her eyes slowly open, looking at me in surprise. She looks around dramatically and motions me closer.
“Now? Anson, I think I’m too drunk for sex,” she slurs, her hot breath tickling my ear.
“Hannah, your shirt is soaking wet. I’m not trying to have sex with you right now. Let’s get you into some dry clothes and in bed so you can sleep.”
I always want to have sex with Hannah, but not when she’s drunk. I want her fully coherent when I sink my cock deep inside her.
“Ooh,” she giggles before tossing both arms straight in the air. She forgets that she’s on the bottom bunk and her arms thunk hard against the wood. “Oww,” she whines while laughing through the pain.
Tenderly I check her injured hands kissing them softly before gripping the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head, tossing it into the open bathroom door.
God, she’s so fucking beautiful.
There’s a shirt tossed at the end of her bed and I grab it, sliding it down over her head and shoulders.
