The Eye of God

After Ronky passed out, I quickly checked the navigation and then slept fitfully for a few hours, but by noon, I accepted that I wouldn’t be getting much quality sleep. After a quick shower, I eased my raw dick into my shorts and exited through the slider to the beach club.

Sam sat under the overhang on one of the outdoor loveseats, wearing a pair of shorts and a braless tank top, smoking a cigarette, and reading. Julia lay out in a skimpy bikini and a pair of large sunglasses, sunning herself on a nearby lounger.

Sam looked up from her book when I approached. “Is she alive?”

Julia turned her head to give me an impassive glance over the top of her sunglasses before turning back around. I ignored them both and went straight to the bar, where I chugged a large bottle of water and lit a cigarette. With a head full of nicotine, I collapsed into the companion loveseat opposite Sam. She closed her book and set it on the cushion next to her. The ship’s manual. Clever girl.

“What?” I asked, unnerved by the weight of her intense stare.

She smiled at me. “Want to talk about it?”

I took a deep drag and blew out a cloud of fragrant, white smoke. “Not especially.”

“Not the kiss and tell type, huh?”

Julia shifted in her lounger, pretending not to listen.

“You really want the gory details?”

She chuffed. “No, I already have those,” she said cryptically. When she saw my confused expression, she explained. “You do realize that two walls of your room are floor to ceiling glass, right?”

My face flushed, but I tried to play it cool. “You spied on us?”

“We all did,” she said, reading my reaction. “You can’t blame us. We honestly thought someone was getting murdered.”

I leaned my head back and exhaled sharply. “Fuck.”

“Don’t worry, we didn’t watch for long. Just an hour or two.”

I took another deep drag and exhaled in silence. “No one got murdered,” I finally said.

“Tell that to Ronky’s asshole.”

“Jesus, Sam.”

Julia stood in a huff, and ascended the stairs to the salon deck. She’d heard quite enough. I watched her go. She looked spectacular in a thong, her large, full ass cheeks moving seductively as she disappeared up the steps. When I turned back, Sam was looking at me, shaking her head.

“You’re like a kid in a candy store, aren’t you?”

She could see straight through me. I shrugged. Why lie? “She’s stunning.”

“She is.”

“Am I going to get a lecture from you now?”

Sam drew on her cigarette and stared at me with piercing emerald eyes. Then she smiled disarmingly. She stubbed out her cigarette and blew out a lungful of smoke. “No. I get it now.”

“Get what?”

“Why we’re here.”

I sighed. “Didn’t we already have this discussion? Twice?”

Sam tossed her head back and laughed. “Oh my god, dude! Stop. Just stop.”

I rose to grab a beer from the fridge, holding it out to her. She nodded and I brought back two, taking a long pull on mine. I regarded her silently. I was as transparent to her as a pane of glass. Fuck it.

“I like sex, Sam, and so does Veronica, and so do you, and so does everybody else on this boat. There’s really nothing more to it than that. All I did was put the right people in the right place at the right time. The rest is...”

She held up her hands. “I said I get it. And, frankly, I don’t blame you.” She took a long pull on her beer and eyed me critically. “If I was in your position, I might do the exact same thing.”

I tried not to choke on my beer. “Would you?”