50 Waves of Passion - the Complete Series: Box Set (9 page)

Book Six

The Horizon Suite

Brent paced the floor of his suite, his nerves getting the better of him. Why had he come here? Was the ship already moving? If it was not maybe he could still get off. He wondered if people did that, if they just left when they realized that they were not cut out for this.

He had wanted to come, and he knew, deep down, that had to come. But the reason he was there cared him shitless. He was there because while he was married and he had a great wife he had no desire for her, or for any woman. He could not seem to manage to keep that fact, that he did not desire her, so secret anymore.

He hoped, really hoped, that he was wrong. Gay? Him? He had been the high school quarterback, a minor league baseball star and he was the guy who was always looked at by women when he passed by.

He had tried, really he had, to ignore that desire that rose up in him when he was in the gym and he saw a tight from bottom strolling past, naked or tucked into a pair of tighty-whities. But he could not ignore it, not anymore.

He had tried to tell himself that he was just not interested in his wife anymore because they had been together for so long. They had met in junior high, dated all through high school. She had taken a Purity vow for her parents and he had respected that or had he just been relieved because it made it easy for him to date, and not have to involve his body.

It was in college, when she had drifted away for a year that he had become painfully aware of just how much he needed her. But why? Had it been because he knew she would never ask for much from his sexually? She had broken her Purity vow as a freshman, while she was dating someone else, and she seemed to believe that he was unable to have sex because of his rigorous training schedules and his need to ‘keep the old testosterone flowing’. Brent swallowed hard as he saw his reflection in the mirror.

He was 28 and almost too handsome. His light brownish-blonde hair was in a trendy cut; his skin tanned just enough to give him a perfect glow. His body was long and lean, his clothes perfectly fitted.

He had taken his wedding ring off on the way here, it was in the console of his car and he knew that when he left here he would either put it back on, or leave it off his finger…forever.

He paced, wondering again if he had the nerve for this. He had paid to be here, to try to sort it all out with no fear of reprisal or being caught but was this is a mistake? What if he was right?

What if he was gay?

His cock was slightly hard and he looked down at the front of his slacks to see the chubby outline of that organ. He wanted to pretend that it had been the concierge, Natasha, who had done that to him. She was gorgeous, a little curvy and still lean, her hair a glorious tumble down her back, but he knew that she was not the cause for that slight lifting and lengthening of his dick. It had been the incredibly sexy bartender with his green eyes and jet-black hair that had done that. The man had handed him a drink and their fingers had touched, making his heart pound and his mouth go dry. And his dick stiffen.

He grabbed the bottle of premium whiskey and poured himself a long slug, hoping the fiery liquid would clear his head and give him a little sense but no such luck, it just made him feel fuzzy and even more confused.

Shit. The boat had begun to move. If he was going to get off he had to do it now, or else he would be swimming for shore and he was fairly certain that he had heard that there were sharks in these waters. He knew the sea lions could be vicious and God knew they were lying around out there on the dock in huge slippery piles, just waiting for their chance to waylay some poor bastard.

So get off now.

No, stay.

The argument went on and on in his head while he paced the room, trying to figure out if he really wanted to do this or if he was simply going insane. Because he had to be going insane. There was no way that he was gay.

There was a knock at the door. His shoulders stiffened. He took a look at the balcony that sat off the bedroom. Could he swim for it? Should he swim for it? He was a damn fool to stay here and take his chances that he knew but he had to. He had to.

As scared as he was of finding out that he might actually be gay he was even more frightened of not knowing. Of spending the rest of his life unsatisfied and feeling alone and lonely while his wife was sitting right next to him on the giant purple couch in their Ontario home.

He went to the door and stood in front of it, his heart hammering and his fingers limp and loose by his side. He knew he had to do something. He could call out, say he did not want company or he could open the door. He had to choose and soon, it was all up to him.

But what should he do?

There was only one answer to that. He had to open the door. He needed more than he had ever needed anything else in his entire life, to open that door. He peeked through the peephole and his mouth dropped open. The man on the other side was drop dead gorgeous with shortly cropped hair that was dark brown, and a lean athletic figure that made his cock stiffen again.

He reached for the door handle. His fingers shook. He wiped his palm on his jeans to get rid of the sweat that had gathered there and then he swung the door open.

The man was even sexier without the barrier of the door between them. His short was crisp, and his slacks were tailored. He had deep set gray eyes fringed by thick black lashes and his smile showed white, even teeth.

“Hi, you must be Brent.” His hand came up and Brent took it. Warm hard fingers wrapped around his. A little thrill shot up his spine. He swallowed hard. “Yes, yes I’m Brent.”

“I’m Kevin.” The smile grew wider.

He did not look gay, that was reassuring. Brent had been worried that he would get a very feminine guy but this man was all Alpha male. His eyes dropped to Kevin’s slacks again. The charcoal fabric fit perfectly and he saw a slight bulge in them that made his dick stiffen yet again. He asked, “Do you want to come in?”

"I was thinking we could take a walk, maybe have a bite. That is if you are hungry.”

Brent’s tension snapped. Kevin was giving him space, and he needed it. “I could eat. That would be great. Just let me grab my key. Do you want to come in while I do?” He stepped back and Kevin entered. Up close, he was a little taller than Brent, who stood six foot even. His cologne was spicy and his yet subtle. His lips were soft, full, the lower one slightly fuller than the top, giving him a near Cupid’s bow.

Brent took his key and wallet and they headed out. Kevin said, “The ship is sailing, would you like to watch?”

“I have never seen that before. This is my first time on a boat, actually.” His grin was rueful. Kevin said, “Then you will want to see it.”

They headed for a high deck. A few other people stood about here and there on the decks and Brent glanced at them, wondering who was passenger and who was a part of the cruise. He did not ask Kevin if he knew.

They found a spot and stood leaning against the railings. The water was a bright iridescent blue and the wind brought salt to his lips. Brent licked it away. The boat began to move, slowly at first then it picked up speed, taking them out into the harbor then beyond. Brent was fascinated by the sight but not so much that he was unaware of the man standing next to him.

Kevin pointed out the sights, his muscles flexing and loosening with every motion. The unconscious grace with which he moved made Brent’s excitement rise higher. He had to remember to breathe when Kevin’s hip crashed into his as the boat caught a large swell then settled into it. Brent’s hands lay on the white railings and so did Kevin’s.  He let one of his pinky fingers spread out slightly, just enough that it barely touched Kevin’s. The little thrill came back, making his mouth dry.

He had never been this aroused and he had not even really touched Kevin.

Once the boat was out in the water he asked, “What would you like to eat?”

He hoped Kevin would not come out with some corny ham fisted line like ‘you my dear’, and he did not. He said, “I’ll show you the dining room. They have great steak and they do a mean lobster if you like seafood.”

“I love it,” he said sincerely. “Even if I do have to go the gym for hours afterward.”

Kevin laughed. “I get that. There’s great gym here onboard, if you really like to hit the weights you won’t have much but they have good cardio machines.”

"I’m a runner. I was a high school quarterback and I played minor league ball.” He frowned. “Does that make me sound like I am bragging?”

Kevin chuckled. “I played corner.”

"No shit?” Brent’s face brightened and as they went into the dining room, he discovered that they both had the same love for sports. They had had many of the same experiences and as they ate Brent relaxed even more.

He studied Kevin’s face. He seemed at ease and relaxed. He was not what Brent typically thought of a gay man. He knew he did not look like a gay man, or at least what people thought of a gay man, either. Then again, he was not really sure that he was gay.

But he was beginning to think it was more likely than he had wanted to admit.

***

Kevin took him by the hand as they headed for the deck again, both of them staying very quiet. The sky had gone dark and there was the sound of old Elvis tunes drifting up from somewhere. All the stars were out and the smell of the sea was very strong. The decks were quiet and Kevin pulled him into a corner to kiss him.

Kevin’s lips were soft but firm. His tongue found its way into Brent’s mouth and Brent felt himself sagging into Kevin’s lean but muscular frame as the kiss grew and lengthened. His tongue responded, and he grew bolder with every passing second.

His hands came out and up, they rested on Kevin’s back. He felt every knob of Kevin’s spine below his fingers, smelled the spicy cologne again. His pelvis pushed closer to Kevin’s and the hardness that he found there made his dick throb painfully.

Kevin asked, “Do you want to go back to your room?”

Brent blurted out, “I have never done this. I am probably going to be the lousiest lay you ever had in your life.”

Kevin gave him a reassuring hug, one that brought the thick meat of his cock back into contact with Brent’s body, making his body clamor frantically for more.

“No, you won’t be, and we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Just so you know.”

Brent nodded and said, “I would like to go back to the room please.”

Kevin led him to the elevator. The kiss had left Brent weak in the knees but his desire had turned into a roaring flame. They got into his room and Kevin asked, “Would you like a drink?”

Brent nodded. Kevin poured them both a few fingers of whiskey and asked, “Did you want ice.”

Brent shook his head. “No, I don’t like ice in the good stuff.”

Kevin chuckled, “I like that about you.”

They sat on the sofa, not speaking. Brent had no idea of what it was that he was supposed to say. Finally he blurted out, “I never was good at dating. I mean I dated the same girl my whole life. I married her. I didn’t know what else to do.”

Kevin asked, “Are you happy hiding?”

Brent’s face flamed. “I don’t know that I am.”

“I see.”

“Are you angry? I mean I know I should not be here since I am married and…and…” he stopped talking. He did not know what else to say.

Kevin’s hands were gentle as they cupped his face. “You are here to find out who you are, and that is what you need to do. There is nothing wrong with that. You have a wife, okay, so you have a wife. You would not be the first gay man to do that, if you are gay, which is what we are here to find out.”

“How do I know for sure?”

Kevin asked, “Do you want to sleep with your life?”

“No I have never been interested in that. I know, that is the first indicator but I just cannot believe it. I mean I grew up as a guy’s guy.”

"So did I.”

"I’m an athlete.”

“So am I.”

“I am not interested in interior design.” Brent’s lips actually twitched as he said it.

Kevin laughed, tossing his head back as he did so. “Yeah me either. I can dress well enough but if you asked me to pick out furniture you would be a fool.”

“I thought this leatherette sectional was sexy but my wife informed me it was gross. Later I got told it was gross by everyone who knew me and had to sit on it.”

They both laughed. Brent asked, “Did you ever sleep with a woman?”

“Yes.”

That surprised Brent. “But you don’t anymore?”

“No. I knew, like right away, that sleeping with her was not what I wanted to do. It was not what I needed or desired.”

He asked the question that scared him the most. “What if this is not what I need or desire?”

“It’s a big boat,” Kevin said wryly.

Their shared laughter felt good. Kevin’s shoulder rested against his. Brent leaned into it, his eyes closing slightly as he placed his mouth on Kevin has and began to kiss him. Their tongues met, danced, and parted then met again. Chills shot through him and his dick gave a hard throb that was accompanied by a slim drop of fluid that escaped from the tip.

Kevin let his hands wander down Brent’s body, his finger slowly undoing the buttons on Brent’s shirt to reveal his washboard abs and the sexy little placket of muscle that ran into his pelvis.

Brent groaned, his entire body was aflame and when Kevin’s fingers found his nipples he groaned aloud.

His fingers tangled into Kevin’s hair and they kissed again, their tongues matching the rhythm of their hearts and desires.

They wound up in the bed somehow and Kevin undressed slowly while Brent stared up at him. Kevin’s chest was broad and his shoulders were strong. Lean muscle lined his arms and his abs were flat and defined. His slacks slid off to reveal a thick nest of pubic hair and a large cock wrapped with heavy veins. Kevin’s cockhead was purple, engorged with blood and there was a shine to the top that Brent knew was Kevin’s fluids.

Kevin joined him on the bed, the mattress sagging slightly under his weight. Their tongues met again and his hands found the silky smooth skin of Kevin’s back and then he grew bolder, he slid his hands round so that he could grasp Kevin’s thick and throbbing cock in his hand. He wrapped his fist around it and pumped slowly.