The Bosun: A Military Romance (Love is Blind Book 3) by Harlow Layne (e reader pdf best .txt) 📗

them looking down at us while we wait. They’re probably wondering what the hell we’re waiting on.”

“I don’t think they’d mind so much if we gave them a little show,” he said but changed his tune once he saw my narrowed gaze on him. “But we’re not the entertainment.”

Only we were. At least to this group of guests. It wasn’t often we only had a group of women on board without any men accompanying them, but when we did, the crewmen were most definitely part of their entertainment. We just never knew how much until they arrived.

“Ladies, if you’d like to come down, we’ll help you on, and then we’ll be off to take you snorkeling.” Even though I was talking to the group as a whole, I kept my eyes on Stella. I couldn’t stop even if I tried, which I hadn’t bothered doing. It would be different if my gaze on her made her uncomfortable, but going by the way her cheeks pinked up every time I looked at her longer than a few seconds, I would say Stella liked the attention.

Zelda was the first down. Her eyes trailing our bodies with hunger. I was surprised she kept her hands to herself. She seemed the type to take what she wanted no matter what. Stella trailed behind her friends with her head down and her hands clasped together as if she didn’t want to come.

Taking her hand after Owen helped her step down, I looked down; the sun highlighted the light sprinkle of freckles along her nose and cheeks, making her look more girl next door at that moment instead of a knockout. Maybe it was because she was hiding her body underneath a knee-length skirt and lifejacket, obscuring her plentiful tits.

“Are you okay? You seem nervous,” I said into the top of her dark hair.

“I...I’ll be fine,” she stammered, not giving me great confidence.

“I can assure you I know what I’m doing,” I tried to reassure her.

All the women laughed at my words, but it was Reagan who spoke. “In all aspects of life?”

I wouldn’t have known what she was talking about if she wasn’t looking straight at my dick. Damn, she was brutal.

“There’ve been no complaints,” I shot back. It was the most neutral thing I could think of in the moment. There was something about Reagan I didn’t like, not that it mattered, but it made it hard not to say something unkind to her.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Penelope grab onto Stella’s arm and laugh. “I think you need to take him for a spin and find out.”

“Pen, you’re crazy. He doesn’t think of me like that. He’s only being nice because it’s his job.”

I moved so I could watch them. The boat was small enough that it didn’t matter where I was; I’d be able to hear them unless they were whispering. They were talking quietly enough that it was difficult to hear them over the voices of their friends.

“You must be blind if you can’t see the way he looks at you.” Stella shook her head and looked out at the water. “Stell, you’re a fucking knockout, and everyone in the world can see it except you,” Pen said, this time loud enough for everyone to hear.

“You’re only saying that because you’re my friend. I know I’m not horrible to look at, but I’m not that. There’s no way in hell someone with a body of a God and with looks like that is interested in me.”

Her quiet words stung my heart. Pen was right. Stella was a knockout. What I wanted to know was who made her think she wasn’t? I was the one who was shocked that Stella wanted anything to do with me. I didn’t have the status or money she had to be accustomed to.

“Who’s ready to see some fish?” Owen shouted, breaking me out of my thoughts. It was probably a good thing since I couldn’t stand all day staring at Stella while trying to probe her thoughts on why she felt the way she did.

The girls all perked up at Owen’s question and started talking excitedly to each other.

I waited until Owen had on his lifejacket before I started up the boat and set off to our destination. Keeping my gaze on the horizon, I missed Stella getting up and moving to stand beside me. Her soft words and light touch filled me with a feeling I hadn’t felt since I was in the war. Purpose. “How do you know where we’re going?”

“I have a GPS that I put in the coordinates to where we’re going.” I pointed to the dash.

“But you haven’t even looked down to see.”

Had she been watching me the whole time?

“I know my way for the most part, but I put it in just in case. Once we get closer, I’ll be using it more,” I explained, looking down at her. “If you want, you can stay here, and I’ll show you.”

Breaking our gaze, Stella looked away and then ducked her head. Everyone was watching us— even the guys.

“I better not. I don’t want to be the reason we get lost and stranded out at sea.” She laughed her comment off.

“That would never happen. All the watercraft have tracking locators on them, and if we’re gone too long without reporting in, the Captain will send out a search party.” I wasn’t sure why I told her that, but I felt the need to reassure her. “You’re safe with me.”

Raising her hand, one finger trailed down my forearm until it reached my hand. The tip of her finger traced the veins in my hand. I wasn’t sure how a simple move could be so seductive, but it was. “For some reason, I believe you.” She spoke the words in a breathy whisper. Clearing her throat, Stella shook her head. “I’m going to go back over there before I do something that...yeah, I’m going over there.”

Even though I wanted to