He cranked it back, and I said a silent prayer for Brook as she took my advice and now looked like a human cannonball. The new position worked for the launch, and I watched as she went flying. I cringed when I saw how much air she’d caught.
We were already basically twelve or more feet above the water, being on the top deck. Then there was the issue of velocity when she hit the water. I’ve seen some spectacular cannonballs, but this was in the all-time best category.
I held my breath again as I waited for her to surface. She popped up and waved.
“Hell, yes!” I said as I did a fist pump. “I’m next.”
“You two are crazy,” Mr. Otsuki, my director, said. “I’m not sure if I can allow this.”
“He has a point,” Mr. Nomura agreed.
“I’ll be fine,” I said confidently.
They both looked at me the same way my mother did when I was about to do something so completely and utterly stupid that words could not express it. But hey, I was a ‘stupid boy,’ after all.
“If he dies, we can probably write around it,” Mr. Otsuki said, not looking happy because he could tell I was going to do this, regardless.
When it was finally my turn, the blond guy and Brook had come back up on deck. The blond looked to be a little tender, but Brook was all bouncy. She was on an adrenaline high.
“Any tips?” I asked her.
“I would untuck and go in feet first.”
Sounded like a plan. I got in position and tucked for takeoff. I began to take deep breaths as I prepared myself. Suddenly, it felt like I was going at Mach speed. I opened my eyes and saw I’d started my descent.
I remembered Brook’s advice and uncurled so I could point my feet at the water. Luckily, I remembered the twins, and both my hands slid down and cupped them. It was good that I did because I hit the water hard.
Instead of knifing into the depths, my body’s momentum caused me to flip forward and slam face-first into the water. Later, when I watched the video, it showed me skipping across the surface like a stone. I got in three good skips before I stopped. That would leave a mark.
The rescue boat rushed out, and I waved to everyone to let them know I was all right. This was probably the most fun I’d had in a while. I was doing this again.
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What a bunch of wimps. Brook and I were the only ones brave enough to try the boys’ new toy. Even the blond guy didn’t volunteer to go again. The dark-haired one, having watched us, took a hard pass. Brook and I figured that meant more turns for us. Tim and Wolf, on the other hand, were dead to me. Wimps!
Brook smiled while looking at me with fire in her eyes.
“I want you,” she said in that sexy, husky voice that never failed to catch my attention.
After we did something that got the adrenaline flowing, we always seemed to need a good release. I hate it when that happens! Not!
“Do you want me, David?”
“Is now a good time?”
She laughed softly, knowing I was playing hard to get.
“It’s a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question. What’s it going to be, big guy? Are you going to wear me out so I can’t even move my big toe or not?” she asked as she invaded my space.
I grabbed her hand and led her downstairs to one of the staterooms. The first one we burst into revealed Halle and Ben looking at each other like they were about to do what we planned.
I was about to make a comment about Ben’s girlfriend being on deck, but Brook shoved me out of the room. I took a deep breath and let it go. We had warned Halle and even tried to help her out, but she was old enough to make her own decisions.
We found an empty stateroom, and Brook’s hand cupped my neck, her thumb brushing my cheek.
“Focus,” she ordered. “Do you want me?”
That was a silly question. My lips found hers as I ran my fingers through her hair. Brook moaned and pushed up against me. Our tongues found and chased each other. She pushed me back until my legs touched the bed, then she shoved me to sit on it as she straddled my waist.
Brook wrapped her arms around my neck as I slid my hands around her waist and grasped her firm butt. I pulled her tight so I could grind her against Mr. Happy.
Brook wiggled against me as she moaned her pleasure. She pushed my t-shirt up, and I let go so she could remove it. She gave me a smoky look.
“I love your body,” she hissed.
“You’re not too bad yourself.”
Brook tossed my shirt, and I leaned forward to kiss her again. While our lips came together, her hands got busy. She ran them over my chiseled abs and rock-hard chest. They dipped lower to the waistband of my swimsuit. Brook used her palm to find my arousal and rub along my length. I let out a little whimper as she teased me.
“That’s what I’m supposed to be doing,” she teased.
Brook was trying to provoke me. I guess she’d learned that if she got me going, good things happened to her. I remembered last night when I rocked her world. All I could think was, ‘Game on, Ms. Davis.’
“Make me a quivering mess,” she implored.
