Unfortunately, a steam room meant exposing my chest, and that meant questions. So, the casino it was.
“Hey, Rhett,” Tommy said. “You in there? I gotta piss.”
“I’m about to hop in the shower. Hold on,” I said.
“Hurry up. I really gotta go.”
I turned on the shower and hopped in as Tommy came into the room. I washed myself off quickly and reached for a towel, wrapping it around my waist. I pulled on a shirt I found on the floor before I stepped out of the bathroom. The last thing I needed was Tommy asking questions, but when I found him pulling on clothes himself, I grimaced.
“What?” he asked.
“You're not going to shower after your nastiness with Ana last night?” I asked.
“Oh shit, do I have stories for you. And no. I plan on hitting up the hot tubs and shit. I’ll shower after that,” he said. “Where are you heading?”
“The casino. I figured you’d go with me,” I said.
“Oh, the casino. I could shower really quick if you want me to.”
“Nah. It makes sense, in a gross way. I’ll slip on my bathing suit and a shirt and head with you after we’re done losing our money,” I said.
The two of us got ready and headed down to the casino. We hit up a few machines and played a couple of card games, and I didn’t see Chanel anywhere. Even though Tommy lost two hundred bucks, I came away with sixty dollars. I figured it would be good tip money for when I eventually went to take advantage of the spa services they had.
I wasn’t into pedicures and shit, but a nice massage never hurt anyone.
“Okay, I’m over losing money. You ready to hit the deck and go scout out some women?” Tommy asked.
“Ready whenever you are,” I said.
I wasn’t in the mood to scout out anything, but I was keeping an eye out for Chanel. It did me no good to sit in my room and brood about the fact that I was a secret. I should’ve been used to that kind of shit. SEALs were always a secret. No one saw us coming, no one saw us leaving, and if they did, we never left them standing.
But this was different.
I didn’t want this to be a secret.
We walked around the pool as Tommy looked at the lovely ladies laying out. He was like some macho idiot from all those mobster movies, the guy who wasn’t cool but acted like he was. I rolled my eyes as women gave him nasty looks, chuckling to myself whenever they turned him down. He was going to get himself into proper trouble with someone on this ship, and I was going to be right here taking all of it in.
We wrapped around the ship and headed for the hot tub. It was massive and sat right next to the pool on the open deck. There were women lounging around and bartenders running drinks everywhere. It was a chaotic mess of coursing sexual energy.
As my eyes scanned the crowd, I found her.
Chanel. Lounging around. In a string bikini.
Holy shit, she fucking looked phenomenal. Her toned calves and her thick thighs rolled up into a flat stomach and a slim waist. Her breasts were moving with every breath she took, and her porcelain skin had the faintest kiss of a tan. Her brown hair was piled high on her head, and she was slicked down with suntan lotion, her body glistening like it had last night with all the sweat I pulled from her pores.
My eyes raked up and down her curves as memories of last night came flooding back. She’d told me I had given her the first real orgasm she had ever experienced since our first time. I remembered how her legs shook around my head, how her lips had begged me for more, how her hands had clawed at my hair, wanting me closer as her pussy throbbed around my lips. I had rolled three separate orgasms over her body last night, leaving her covered in sweat and still panting for more.
How in the world could she be ashamed of something like that?
Memories of the letter I’d found that morning knocked the wind from my lungs. I turned my eyes away from her, turning my back to all of it. I thought I’d wanted to see her, but now I didn’t. I couldn’t control my cock, I couldn't control my emotions, and I couldn’t control her. I couldn’t make her want me like I wanted her. I couldn’t make her see that this was nothing to be ashamed of.
“I’m gonna go check out that piano bar,” I said.
“But we’re just getting started,” Tommy said.
“I need a drink. Deal with it.”
“There are bartenders out here, man. What’s up?” he asked.