Decked: Naughty Yachties, #4
By Abby Knox
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Ally
What could be more lucky than having a successful brother who includes you on his luxury charter-yacht vacation in the Mediterranean? Sun, sea breeze, cute deckhands, and beach reads seems like the perfect getaway from my aimless life. Except for one thing: the tacit understanding here is that I'll be working for my brother's gaming company. No thanks! I'm only 19 once, and when am I ever coming back to Italy? I intend to make the most of it while I'm here, even if the captain insists that my flighty ass needs a grumpy, tattooed deckhand to chaperone me on a shopping excursion. This guy had better batten down the hatches, because we're about to have some fun with my trust fund.
Quint
I didn't sign up to work on the deck of The Carpe Diem only to spend time following a 19-year-old rich kid around Naples. But I need to stop punching coworkers in the face if I don't want to end up on babysitting duty. However, spending the day with Ally soon proves to be more than what anyone bargained for. Figuring out that she's perfect for me doesn't take long. There's just one problem: she's a guest, and I'm not allowed to touch her. Not in the way I want to. I'll have to wait until her charter is over. Waiting…that's the wisest course of action for two impulsive people, right?
Naughty Yachties is a new series of short romance stories loosely inspired by Below Deck. If you love romance tropes, obsessed heroes, plucky heroines, high heat, and happily ever afters, then welcome aboard!
Abby Knox
Abby Knox writes feel-good, high-heat romance that she herself would want to read. Readers have described her stories as quirky, sexy, adorable, and hilarious. All of that adds up to Abby’s overall goal in life: to be kind and to have fun! Abby’s favorite tropes include: Forced proximity, opposites attract, grumpy/sunshine, age gap, boss/employee, fated mates/insta-love, and more. Abby is heavily influenced by Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Gilmore Girls, and LOST. But don't worry, she won’t ever make you suffer like Luke & Lorelai. If any or all of that connects with you, then you came to the right place.
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Decked - Abby Knox
Chapter One
Ally
A shadow slides across the page of this book I’m intently reading, and now, all the words are illegible.
Assuming this is a cloud problem, I don’t look up. Instead, I squint at the page. I need to finish this chapter.
And yet, I sense something else. Someone is watching me. That someone smells like wood polish, glass cleaner, and not unpleasant sweat. It’s a man, isn’t it? A man is staring at me, pulling me right out of my book.
There must be some law of nature that states that no matter where I sit down to read, someone must show up to stand in my light. Even at the tippy-top level of this behemoth yacht on the sunniest day that the Mediterranean has ever seen, probably.
You make a better door than a window,
I say, glancing up.
I can’t identify the owner of the silhouette, other than it belongs to a lean, masculine frame. He’s got to be one of the deckhands I met when I boarded this boat yesterday.
Ma’am?
The way he says it, I instantly know which one. The pale, dark-haired, American one. Quint. Unlike the Bahamian bosun named Elijah and the Brazilian guy named Andre, this one has tattoos and doesn’t smile much. The rest of The Carpe Diem crew have been all smiles—almost too interested in my needs and comfort. This is why I ended up reading high atop the vessel, in what they call the bunny pad,
named, I guess, because it’s the usual spot you’re likely to find supermodels on a craft such as this? I don’t know.
I slide my bookmark into place and close my novel. I lean back against the cushions and prop myself up on my elbows.
I said, ‘you make a better door than a window.’ You’re standing in my light.
He shifts to the right, and I raise my book to block the sun so I can take in his face. Rather than his eyes, my gaze lands on his chest, noticing how that polo shirt doesn’t suit him very well. He would look better in a button-up shirt, like the dress whites he wore yesterday or the dress blacks from last night. Or…nothing.
God, Ally. Lonely much?
Noticing the sun beating down into my eyes, he shifts back to block the light. Is there anything I can get you?
I am a little thrown off by this question. I guess it’s all business with this one and no friendly banter. Uh, a flashlight if you’re going to continue to stand there while I’m reading my book.
The man simply nods. Juno asked me to see if you need anything.
Sarcasm isn’t for everyone, I guess. At least he’s cute. In a taciturn, unreadable sort of way.
The sun is getting pretty hot up here, so I suggest, Sunscreen?
Yes, ma’am,
he says crisply, handing out a small plastic bottle he happens to have on him.
I don’t know if chatting up Quint is a good or bad idea, but I’m now wholly unable to focus on this book. I’m bored. I’m enjoying the challenge of breaking his perfect stuffed-shirt demeanor. And also, his scent is slowly becoming more and more attractive the longer he stands there.
Turning my back and looking up at him over my shoulder, I ask, Rub some on my back for me?
Quint freezes so abruptly that the air around us seems to still. He’s holding the bottle out to me like he wants me to just take it and apply the sunscreen myself.
Just the one spot right between my shoulder blades. Not even yoga can make me that flexible. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t need help,
I tell him.
Sure. Let me radio Juno to help you with….
He trails off. I scramble to my feet. The ocean breeze from up here cools me in all the places I hadn’t noticed were sweating through my beach blanket, and my core temperature lowers a bit.
Nah,
I reply. No need. I think I’m in very capable hands.
I shouldn’t mess with him. But I just…don’t want him to leave. And why is that? My time would be better spent getting on with reading my book. I can’t explain myself other than I haven’t felt another human’s hands on me in far too long.
Because Quint is a decent guy, he rubs the stuff between his hands before applying it to my skin. Appreciate it so much,
I say.
He grimaces in response, approaching me with the white stuff on his hands, looking like I’ve asked him to dissect roadkill.
Two swipes, and he’s done. There you go,
he says.
Now, I know the rules about touching guests. Fraternizing is a huge no-no. But come on. It may be a while before anyone touches me again, so I’ll take the contact wherever I can.
I’m so sorry, but could you rub it in for me?
Quint’s face goes from grimace to annoyance. Yikes. I guess I made it weird.
However, I’m pleasantly surprised that he does the job right this time. After another moment of hesitancy, his hands spread the substance slowly, working it into my skin. Rough fingers send sparks of heat through me that have nothing to do with the hot sun.
I do not know how long he takes because his caress is hypnotizing. I close my eyes and notice how my body reacts. Goosebumps spread across my neck. I feel pleasantly lightheaded.
This is the sort of feeling that occurs when my mind and body anticipation being kissed. I know that’s not about to happen, but I give in to the momentary fantasy.
Quint finishes with an unintelligible noise of exertion that only men seem to make during hard work, originating somewhere deep in his body cavity. Geez. Did I ask him to build a house or apply sunscreen?
There. You’re covered,
he mumbles.
I turn and smile, blinking up at him. Thank you so much.
Even with his sunglasses on, I can tell he’s not meeting my eyes but glancing out at the water, at the floor, anywhere