Unlawful Chase by C.J. Schnier (new books to read .TXT) 📗

wanted to circumnavigate Cuba, maybe hit up the Bahamas before we headed back home."

"And have you gone ashore?" He asked.

"No sir, I've kept offshore at least twenty miles just to be safe."

"To be safe of what?"

"Pirates, of course!" I said, dialing up some fake paranoia.

Adams nodded and then pointed to the stern of the boat. "Is that why you're not flying a flag?" He asked.

"No point in advertising that we're American. Sailboats are easy targets and nothing draws a bullseye like Old Glory."

Adams looked over at his partner Jenkins and nodded his head a fraction of an inch. Instantly their demeanor changed and their body language relaxed.

"Look, Captain," he glanced down at his notebook, "Hawkins. Since we're here, we're going to do a quick safety check, make sure you have everything you need, and then we'll leave you to continue your journey. Now, can you please show me your flares and life preservers?"

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I stared down at the piece of paper in my hand as the Coast Guard response boat faded rapidly into the distance, planing over the small seas.

"Can you believe they wrote me a citation?" I asked in disbelief.

Jaye laughed and patted me on the shoulder reassuringly. "It's just a warning, Chase. And that Adams guy was right, you need to get to your flares easier in case of an emergency."

I cut my eyes in her direction. "I keep my flares in the cockpit lazarette. Right there!" I said, pointing to the locker on the starboard side of the boat. "But no. Carlos just had to throw them in the v-berth when he ransacked the boat."

"At least you found them," she said reassuringly.

"True, for a second I thought he might arrest me. That would have ruined my entire day, might even have ruined the night too."

"Speaking of getting arrested. You know that woman that boarded? Jenkins? She asked me if you had hit me and if I was safe. She probably thought you were some sort of human trafficker."

"Me?" I spat, aghast. "If anything, you're the one beating me up. I mean, look at me!"

Jaye smiled and tenderly touched a bruise on my cheek. "You look pretty good to me," she said, her voice dropping to a husky purr. "And the way you handled Bardales and those Coasties. That was sexy."

"Yeah? I'd say you dealt with the general better, and that acting you did with the Coast Guard, using just the right amount of nervousness to appear believable, but not enough to be suspicious. That was amazing. Lying under pressure like that is an art, and you, Jaye Mercury, are a master."

"Maybe I'll make you my student," she said, drawing in closer.

"Maybe I'll make you mine," I retorted, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her to me. She gasped excitedly and smiled. Her hand snaking its way through my hair, holding my head, pulling my face close to hers.

"We make an excellent team, Chase Hawkins," she mewled, breathing each word into my ear with her warm sensuous breath, causing my desire to rise. With her last syllable, she took my earlobe between her teeth and bit down gently, playfully.

I turned my head, saw the wicked and lustful smile on her lips, and covered them with my own. We kissed hard and passionately. Our breaths coming in ragged gasps. My hand moved down to her round, firm ass as she started fumbling at the waist of my pants. She ripped them down when the button wouldn't come free, and I helped her by forcefully kicking them off.

Our desire was primal and raw, almost brutal in its desire to dominate one another. This was a different lust than I was used to. It wasn't a simple biological urge, or the gentleness of love born from a relationship. This was a need. It was a release.

I grabbed the hem of Jaye's tank top and ripped it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. I did not stop to admire them, instead I moved my head down, taking first one and then the other in my mouth before she forced me backwards into a sitting position on the cockpit bench.

For half a heartbeat, I feared she had rebuffed me. But the pure look of desire in her eyes silenced those fears. She fell on top of me, pushing me onto my back as she kissed me viciously. Then, breaking the kiss, she moved her head to my neck and bit hard.

I let out a growl of unexpected pain mixed with pleasure and then went on the offensive. Our lust was a battle, and I had no intention of losing. I grabbed her and rolled her over onto her own back as I moved on top of her. She struggled to get up, but I pinned her shoulders down to the deck. She struggled against me again, trying to regain the upper hand, but I wouldn't allow it.

The faintest hint of submission ran through her body, covering her like a shadow, and I let go of her shoulders. When she didn't move to resist, I smiled and snatched off my shirt before moving down her body to remove her pants. They were too big for her and once her belt was loose, I pulled them from her in one swift motion of sexual passion.

Her stomach quivered with anticipation as I ran my tongue back up her body, stopping to give her nipple a playful bite. She moaned loudly, and then grabbed my head, dragging me up to meet her lips with my own again.

Our tongues battled one another, exploring the other greedily. Our hands roaming freely and ceaselessly over our naked bodies. The air practically crackled with the electricity of our moans and wants. I aligned myself between her legs, ready to thrust into her, but she surprised me again.

Jaye grabbed me, rolled me over and straddled me, a triumphant twinkle in her eye. She savored the moment, teasing me with her body, knowing what I wanted and denying it from me.