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Cam didn’t know much about him, but he’d heard Enzo had come with his mother—Big Joe’s sister—from Buenos Aires about six years earlier. The rumor was that the kid’s father liked to beat on his wife and kids and Big Joe got them away from him.
Enzo couldn’t be older than twenty-five, and he was a wiseass. He’d annoyed the shit out of Camden in the past two weeks, always underfoot. But there was something happening right now that he had to be very careful with. Enzo wasn’t even bothering to hide it anymore. He was blatantly offering himself to Cam. He’d love nothing more than to shove his dick so far down the kid’s throat, he’d cure him of that mouthing-off habit.
“What are you playing at, Vincenzo?” Cam asked quietly. He was still looming over the shorter man, reminding them both who had the advantage here.
Unbothered, Enzo licked his lips and slid his hands in his pockets. Then he flashed very white teeth at Cam. “If you really want to know…”
“You know what?” Cam cut him off. “Don’t answer that.” He made himself take a step back but getting a clearer view of Enzo’s flushed face and tumbled curls only worked to fuck up Cam’s head even more. “Go to bed, ” he muttered before pushing the door to the cabin open.
It was probably a mistake to face her when he was raring to screw something after that run-in with Enzo, but he could not avoid this much longer. He had to know what potential nightmare he’d brought onto his ship. And he had no doubt a mouth and an ass like that would be a handful.
When he found her on his berth reading a magazine and wearing one of his clean shirts, he realized Big Joe’s nephew was the least of his problems. A mass of shoulder-length brown curls framed her heart-shaped face. Her tits, which he had no idea how she’d managed to mask under that sack she’d had on, were now unbound and spilling out the creamy white linen. The shirttails did nothing to conceal those supple thighs or the swell of that rump. He couldn’t swear by it, but he suspected the little devil had nothing else underneath. His mouth watered at the thought of getting a glimpse of her pussy.
He slammed the door to alert her of his presence, and she jumped at the sound, a little squeal escaping her mouth. He’d asked Butter to bring water and soap with the food, and he could smell the carbolic scent of the Lifebuoy soap in the room. The image of her washing herself, running a wet cloth over those gorgeous tits, before sliding it between her legs, had him stifling a groan.
“Are you all right?” she asked, those big eyes tracking him.
He ignored her and made himself go to the basin in the corner to wash his hands and face, while she sat watching his every move. Once he was done, he leaned on the wall—the farthest place from the bed she was half naked on—as he used a towel to dry himself. She couldn’t be any older than Enzo, and it was just Cam’s fucking luck to be stuck with these two troublemakers for the next two days.
“As I already told you, we’ll be in Nassau the day after tomorrow, and you are getting off there.”
“But you are headed to Atlantic City?” she asked in response, and he mentally cursed Enzo, who’d probably told her every detail of what they were doing.
“Your portion of the trip ends in Nassau,” he answered with finality, and she narrowed those brown eyes in frustration. His cock, once again, pulsed in his trousers. The shirt was way too big on her around the sleeves, but her breasts were generous, and she’d had to leave buttons undone to make room for them. From where he stood, he could see the valley between them. Imagined pushing them together and fucking that tight heat. Then he’d straddle that sweet mouth and push into it until his come spilled down her chin.
She cleared her throat, bringing him out of his filthy thoughts, and when their gazes locked, he could feel his control unraveling.
“That’s in the same direction I am headed, or close—I’m going to New York City,” she told him, raising herself up to kneel on the bed. “I told Vincenzo, and he said maybe you would let me tag along.”
“Enzo is not in charge here,” he said, loud enough for the kid who was probably on the other side of the door to hear.
“Did you eat?” he asked, without acknowledging her renewed pleas. He tipped his head in the direction of the empty plate on his desk next to a glass of water.
“Yes, Abelardo brought me something.”
Who in the hell blazes was Abelardo? “Who?” he asked, or more like barked, making her eyes widen in surprise.
“He has the…” She waved a finger over her right eye, which he supposed referred to the cook’s eye patch. Cam scowled. Butter had been with Cam going on four years, and he didn’t think he’d ever heard the man’s real name. Figured she’d gotten to him too. The woman had been on his rig for an hour, and she already had half the crew wrapped around her little finger. He wanted to ask her what she was planning to do in New York. What kind of woman would risk everything to reach a new place on her own?
A reckless one. Or one running from something.
“Will you let me stay?” she asked again, pushing off the bed and kneeling on it. He could see the underside of her ass from where he stood. He wanted to bend her over on the berth and sink into her. Pound into her until her knees gave out. “I’ll do anything.”
That rack and that ass would likely get her a lot of attention if she ever made it to Manhattan, and she knew it.
“I was not kidding when I said that if you are going to stay on my boat, eat my food, you have to pay for the passage,” he said attempting to scare her, but the way she tipped her chin in the air told him it wasn’t working. “I am not a good man, Rosalía.”
Her nostrils flared at the mention of her name. His own body reacted mightily to it. The way it rolled off his tongue.
“That doesn’t scare me. I’m used to bad men,” she told him.
He bit his tongue to keep from asking what she’d left behind that taking her chances on a man like Cam didn’t frighten her at all. He hadn’t had a woman in weeks, and a clean-smelling, lush one half naked on his bed was too much of a temptation. “I will fuck you, use you, make you do things that will debase you.”
Her breath caught at his words, and fuck it all, was she turned on by what he’d said?
“I am not a child, Captain,” she told him, those brown eyes burning. She widened her legs just enough to confirm his suspicions when a thatch of dark curls appeared in his line of sight. “I know the way of the world. I want to get to New York.” She lifted her shoulder, defiant. Her hands flicked more buttons open on her shirt. “If giving you my body gets me there, then I accept those terms.” She was bare down to her navel now, and the shirt was sliding off enough to reveal hard dark nipples. He wanted to see the rest. Get a full view of that juicy cunt.
A better man would turn on his heel and walk out of this cabin until he had himself under control. A decent man wouldn’t be thinking of the way she’d look taking his cock on all fours on his berth. But like he’d warned her, Cam wasn’t a good man.
