Going With The Winds

Chapter 18

Martin

 Something felt out of place. I was missing something, and I hated that. I was only thirty-eight, dammit, not old enough to let things get by me. But something kept niggling me at the back of my head and the base of my spine. Something was off.

The guys were all playing strip poker, and from the sounds of things were having a great time. I’d grabbed the book I was reading about Napoleon that I’d left in the main cabin and headed back up to the salon.

Rion was below taking a nap. Heh, he was forty and long nights dancing at bars weren't something he handled as well as he used to. Apparently last night was catching up to him. Ah, but what a forty. His silvering hair did nothing to dampen his overall hotness. I smiled to myself, smugly, thinking for the millionth time how lucky I was to have such a wonderful man for a husband. I will still be miffed that I had passed up the fun to listen to more of Miles trying to sell me on his latest must have investment. I was trying to be polite, and I considered him a dear friend, but dammit, this latest thing he was pushing just didn't feel right. So, what the hell was bothering me?

“Martin?”

I looked up from the book I wasn’t reading anyway to see Will Lawton and Jake coming toward me.

“Hi guys, everything ok?” I said, seeing the crease on Will’s brow.

“We’d like a word with you up on the dock.”

“Sure, let me get my jacket.”

Jake produced my jacket from behind his back. “We have that covered.”

“Oh well, ok.” I gave them a look of growing alarm, I am sure, but Jake offered a smile. “Nothing to be alarmed about, but if we don’t talk now, it could be.”

I looked at Jake and saw the concern and fondness there for me in those striking sea grey eyes. I thought of both of these two men as my brothers. Without any further hesitation, I got up, pulled on the jacked and followed them out into the cold.

We walked way up the dock nearly to land before Jake stopped bringing Will and I to a stop with him.

“Well, what's going on?” I asked, hoping my tone was patient.

Jake looked to Will, so I did too.

“A couple of days ago, Jake brought me a concern and asked me to do some digging, so I did.” Will said, but then he paused. “I have to ask you, as your lawyer. Has Miles approached you about an investment opportunity recently, and I mean, very recently?”

I thought about hedging but stopped. Something prodded me, an instinct from many years in business, to trust both these men. I’d always held my business interests close to my chest. Experience had told me that not doing that caused more problems than it was worth. But with these two, I felt it best to bring them in so I could find up what was going on.

“Yup. He’s been pushing this one investment at me for months.”

“Oceanic Blue Time Share Resort LTD, correct?”

I could only gape as Will hit the mark right on the nose.

“Un oh. Yep. I have been putting him off because time shares have a bad name. But his presentation is impressive, as a development scheme, its brilliant… looking… but I’d be coming in at the bottom. The actual guarantees are slim except the trust he has built up with me and Rion, managing our portfolios these last two years.”

Will nodded, “From what digging I have learned, he is being sued for breach of contract, for defaulting on debts owed which are considerable. Oceanic Blue company is a paper tiger, a parachute to try to get him out of deep trouble with creditors, and its similar to Burney Madoff in that he has used investor money to pay debts. Unless he gets a big influx from somebody its all going to crash on him. Has he been pushing this on Rion too?”

 

“Ohhh boy. And the answer to that is, yup.” I said. “I need to talk to Rion.” I added in growing panic.

 Jake put out a hand. “I have that covered. If all goes to plan, you and Rion should be able to quietly lock him out of your assets before he knows enough to do you any real damage.”

 “If? I want that fucker off my boat, and his whore boy too!” I said, furiously.

 Will restrained me. “Easy, my friend. As Jake said, he has it handled, and I believe Captain here does. Let's not disrupt a damn good plan, ok? We’ll be rid of the two of them soon enough.”

 “Well, I can lock them out of our assets right now.” I said, hauling out my cell phone. I was not taking any chances. I didn’t get angry often, but right now I was seeing nothing but red.

 CASS

 I hadn’t really felt like getting naked over cards, even though Alejandro and the crew boys were all for it. I knew they’d lose on purpose and suspected it would all end up in badly hidden cock play under the table.

That would be fun, but I hadn’t missed Jake’s exit to the cockpit. Maybe my eyes tended to keep track of whatever the Captain did more that I might admit to anyone, but I hadn't missed his interest in where Mile's went, either. I waited a bit, but after getting a bottle of water and swigging it down, I slipped by the merry makers just in time to see Jake leaving the cockpit to go through the stern cabin hatch. Well, no sense in freezing my butt off. I took the engine room passage. I wanted to alert Jake that Rion was stepping into hot water. I’d seen Lawrence sneak off after Rion. I mean if Rion was that determined to fool around with that sleaze, Lawrence, it was his business, but I knew Jake was trying to keep his friend Rion out of trouble with his husband Martin.

To my surprise Jake met me on the way, coming down from the companionway up into his stern cabin. He had his phone in hand.

“Ah, Cass just the man I need to see. I have a job for you.”

 “Captain, maybe I should tell you that I think Rion needs…”

 “What he needs is what I am about to tell you.” Jake told me. “Listen up…”

 RION

 I really was exhausted, but maybe not so much from the night before. I was exhausted from fighting the temptation of encouraging what I was really having trouble resisting.

I kept telling myself that Larry wasn’t after me, but the feel of his thigh against mine during lunch, the whispers in my ear and soft chuckles, had me half hard all the time.

Martin didn’t seem to notice. He was too busy thinking about that stupid time share crap Miles was pushing. I wasn’t having it. Oh, I let Miles play with some of my assets, but I didn’t trust him the way Marty did. Still, I had promised never to get in the way of Marty’s business instincts. I was there to help and fall back on, but I had promised myself never to tell a pro how to do his business, and I wasn’t going to go there with Marty. That was how I showed him my respect.

My own wealth was old money growing on old money, growing on old money. I invested long term and kept most of my assets in land, gold, artworks, various real estate ventures, but time shares? No way.

But damned if Mile’s young partner wasn’t tempting. Fuck!

I knew I was playing with fire, but Martin and I had agreed we could flirt. Hell, that was half the fun of these yacht cruises with young handsome crewmen and handsome guests, was to flirt and maybe enjoy a little edgy spice.

So, when Lawrence knocked softly on my cabin and then peeked in holding up a jar of massage oil and a fluffy white towel, and said, “Can I offer you a massage to send you off to dream land, handsome?” Who was I to turn down such a nice request as that?

In the back of my mind, I did think I should maybe have mentioned a massage possibility to Martin, but he was off reading that book on Napoleon he’d been engrossed in, and hell, I could handle Larry. I just had to keep things under con-woh!!! Larry, the gorgeous stud was removing his shirt and his jeans.

“Hey, now…” I began but he shooshed me with one hand, the other peeling down his boxers.

“I just don’t want to get oil all over my clothes.”

Oh, well that made sense, I thought, even as my eyes drifted down his chiseled abs to that thick long plump mouthwatering cock.

Totally, beautifully naked, he moved up beside the bed and tugged on my belt, “Come on handsome. Blood flow is far more natural if you don’t have anything constricting you.”

“I think I need to be aware of my blood flow.” I said, but I rolled onto my back, letting him unbuckle my belt and pull my jeans down. I’d already taken off my shirt, so all that was left was the briefs I had on. His hands reached for those too, and I lifted my butt up as his fingers moved over my cock through the briefs accidentally before peeling them down off me.

My cock rolled up to lay on my lower abs, just this side of rising. His eyes took me in, those dark chocolate eyes and he smiled a smile that told me he thought he was going to do a lot more than give me a massage. I turned back onto my stomach, but tried not to look like I did it in a hurry or anything.

And oh my god but the man had a wonderful touch. He put his weight into it, straddling my butt as he dribbled oil on my back and then went to work on my shoulders, leaning over me.

After a short while I could feel something pressing my tail bone as his hands moved from shoulders to my back.

Now I didn’t know that much about massage, though I’d had some pros do me from time to time. But I did know that if you worked from the center out, pulling downward on the legs or outward on the arms, you did that to release tension. But if you pulled the other direction toward the center, toward the groin, then you were encouraging blood flow to exactly where my blood was going, my thumpingly hard cock.

I could not help the moans that began to leak from my mouth as he reversed himself on my ass and leaned down to oil and pull his massaging caresses up my legs.

Ok, I knew where this was going, but at this point all we were doing was a massage. It was an increasingly erotic one, but I was pretty sure I could find the will power to put a stop to things if they went too far.

He worked on my feet, and for that actually pulled some release of tension our through my toes. But that relaxed me and eased my wariness before he turned and swept up my thighs to tease my taint and my balls accidentally with his upper inner thigh caresses.

“Turn over and I will do your front.”

I searched for the will power to refuse but it wasn’t there.

“Ok, but I am hard as a rock, and a married man, so…”

“I am hard too, but that’s only natural.” He soothed, urging me over.

I turned over, my cock swinging up into view. He looked it over, a look of pure lust on his gorgeous face that nearly made me cum.

“Let's go back to those feet and relax you a bit more.”

I stared at his cock which was huge, standing up, hovering over mine and said, “Yes the feet.”

He smiled and turned presenting that incredible fuckable ass. Then his hands were on my feet, massaging them as he offered me a splendid view of his pucker between those two round firm cheeks. It called to me, winking at me, begging me, and I wanted it. I wanted to fuck him so badly. Only the thought of my loving husband, Martin held me back.

His hands moved up my legs, my thighs, each caress making my cock pound harder, and the pre drip onto my abs. When he reached my upper thighs, he sat back onto my cock, and I felt the head snag on his pucker before it slid up his crack. His ass hugged my pole for a long moment before he turned and settled his balls onto mine, our cocks rubbing at the base. “Hmmm, your shoulders still look tense,” he said.

I didn’t trust myself to speak.

His cock rubbed mine as he leaned forward to massage my neck. His handsome head filled my vision as he lowered those lips to graze mine, retreating from the almost kiss only to return and kiss me more fully.

Ok, this was it., This was the edge of cheating. I was very close to climax just from the feel of his hands moving down my torso, our cocks rubbing, our kissing becoming ever more passionate.

I reached between us to wrap my hands around both our shafts to still them, to stop that delicious rubbing, but that only made it worse. I was going to cum when I heard a “Oh fuck, yall,” and then a far too long moment after, the cabin door click shut.

 Shit! My mind froze. We both froze.

 Lawrence gave me such a stricken look; my heart went out to him. “Oh fuck. I don’t know who that was but if Miles finds out we were…”

 “We weren’t. We didn’t. It was a massage, right? It will be ok. I mean, it was getting hot, but we didn’t do anything, really.” I reassured him, though for fuck's sake, I knew I was just trying to reassure myself.

 “We.. we’d better get dressed. I… I won’t say anything if you won’t.” Lawrence begged me.

 “It's ok, Larry. It will be ok.” I reassured him with a kiss, but inside a cold lump had settled around my heart. Shit, shit, shit!