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!SMUT WARNING!

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I'M NOT KIDDING!

Anghared cried out in ecstasy as Josh once again bottomed out in her molten depths. Her nails scored his strong back as she urged him on. Josh was braced above her, eyes closed, chest heaving. Sweat poured off both lovers as he took them both to heights of ecstasy…

What had started as a friendly game of truth or dare had escalated into a full blown sex battle. Anghared thought she was winning when she was queening him while he was tied to her bed. Poised above his face she could feel his warm breath against her wetness.

Josh was in agony. 'Red had spent the last half hour teasing his cock in ways he had never imagined. Her mouth, hands, hell even her hair had brought him to the edge of no return time after time. Like most teenage boys Josh had used the line that not cumming or not having sex would cause them pain, now he knew it was true. He swore his balls were actually blue from all teasing she had done. This last time he'd felt his balls tighten Josh had let himself relax expecting the eruption that he so badly needed only to feel Anghared's hands and hot, wet mouth pull away. His eyes flew open and he gave a guttural scream of frustration. Anghared bent her head to his face and lightly licked the curve of his luscious elven ear. Her breath made him tremble as her fingernails traced his sensitive nipples. That had been a shock to Josh; he'd had no idea that Anghared could turn every inch of his skin into an erogenous zone.

"Having fun?" she whispered. He nodded.

"Are you ready to cum for your mistress?" her hand caressed his heavy ball sac. Josh squeaked his answer and eagerly thrust his hips toward her. Anghared pulled her hand away and purred, "Tsk, tsk…Mistress cums first."

Anghared held her honey pot just out of the reach of Josh's mouth. She could feel him straining to reach her and she wondered if it was his need for completion or his desire to please her that drove him so. She lowered herself just a bit and Josh was able to suck a puffy lip in his mouth. She sighed at the pleasant feeling and fully seated herself on her "throne". His strong tongue thrust deeply inside her core and she rocked her hips in response. He moved to the stiff nub of her clit and worried it with his strong lips. Josh quickly found a rhythm of tongue thrusts and nibbles that soon had his sweet 'Red moaning above him. His face was covered in her slick juice and it almost seemed that she was sliding over his face. He wanted to shove a finger in as well and hated the fact that his arms were tied. He struggled against his bonds and was surprised to find a hand had come free. Josh redoubled his oral assault and was rewarded as he felt his mistress stiffen above him and then flood his mouth. She collapsed beside him in a heaving heap to recover. With the speed borne from working a dangerous, icy crab deck Josh freed his other hand and legs then covered her body with his.

He reached down and plucked a perky nipple. Anghared's eyes flew open; she had not been expecting him to be free. He smirked down at her, "Turn-about is fair play no?"

Anghared struggled to get out from underneath him. She was the one who was supposed to be in control! Josh grasped both her wrists in one hand and held them above her head. "I'm in charge now. But lucky for you or should I say thanks to you, I'm not in the mood to tease." His knee forced her legs to spread and he thrust inside her steaming center. Anghared bit back a cry as Josh's long, thick cock filled her tight hole. She would swear to her dying day that she could feel him hit every ridge and bump inside her. Once he was fully seated within her, Josh pulled her legs up over his shoulders. His eyes locked with Anghared's and he saw hers widen with the sudden realization of what he was about to do. Josh pulled his hips back only to slam himself home. Anghared gasped at the intrusion, welcome though it was. Josh shook his head, "Nope, not quite right." He bent her legs back a little more and slammed into her again. This time his cock found the spongy spot he'd been looking for. On impact Anghared began keening, her body going rigid. Rarely had any man desired to or sought out her g-spot. That Josh did so with such focused attention thrilled her. Over and over he worked his cock in her. In moments she was writhing beneath him. Josh could feel himself on the edge he dropped his head to her ear, "Cum for me Anghared!" He nipped her ear as he said her name…

Anghared woke with a start, sweat soaking the sheets and blankets of her bed. Tears streamed down her face as the realization that it had all been a dream sank in once again. These dreams were nothing new. It seemed that she had them at least two or three times a week and had since the e-mail she received from Ronnie relaying Josh's message. She had deleted it and then emptied her e-mail trash bin to get rid of the information. With a sob she clutched her pillow to her chest, trying to relieve the empty feeling inside before crying herself to sleep.

~DC~

Josh stared at the dark amber liquid in his glass and swirled it around. The dim light of the bar played off the liquid. He was tired, dark circles rimmed his coffee brown eyes. It had been weeks since he'd had a decent night's sleep. Instead he'd been plagued by dreams of Anghared. Tied to her bed; buried deep inside her; locked in passionate embraces…he had run the gambit in his dreams. Some had been so real he swore he could smell the Angel perfume that she wore.

Scott Campbell set down beside the young deckhand and nudged him with his shoulder, bringing Josh out of his reverie. "You gonna drink that or watch it all night?"

"What?" said a startled Josh. "Sorry, just thinking."

Scott nodded knowingly, "About a certain red head?"

Josh took a drink and grimaced as it burned down his throat. He nodded, "That obvious?"

"I…" Scott was interrupted by a squeal at the door. His attention shifted and his gaze homed in on Allyson as she hugged Ronnie tightly. He then saw the slick looking guy she was with. Khaki pants, crisp polo shirt, perfect hair…Scott despised him on sight.

Allyson embraced Ronnie, confused but elated by the beaming smile her friend wore. Over the bar she her eyes briefly met Scott's. She blushed remembering their previous encounter. Her thoughts were interrupted by a touch on her shoulder. "Hey babe, are you going to introduce me to your friends?" asked Michael in an overly polite tone. He'd seen the lingering gaze Allyson had given the bearded, muscular man across the bar. Allyson jumped at the touch and voice, broken out of her reverie. She flashed Michael a forced smile and gestured at Ronnie, "This is my best friend Ronnie and her boyfriend Edgar."

"Hello," Edgar up nodded extending his hand to shake Michael's.

"Nice to meet you Michael," smiled Ronnie.

Michael cocked his head to the side and pointed at Ronnie, "You're the friend Allyson was going to set Todd up with."

Ronnie felt Edgar stiffen beside her and leaned into his side, "She was, but I was already seeing Edgar."

Allyson sat down on the stool beside her friend, she saw a lot of familiar Deadliest Catch faces, so she assumed they were friends of Edgar's, "So what are we all doing here Ron?" At the same time Sig and Norman walked through the door with the Hillstrand brothers. Edgar squeezed Ronnie's shoulder, "Looks like that's everyone."

Ronnie grinned and pulled out her phone. Anghared, Jamie, and Ireland might not be able to be with them in person, but she had told them to be ready to take this call. "Allyson call Jamie and Ireland. I'll call Anghared," her eyes caught and held Josh's as she said it. They put their phones on speaker and laid them on the bar. Edgar stood on the rungs of Ronnie's chair, "Alright everyone wants to know why you were asked here tonight."

Ronnie held up her left hand, a diamond catching the light and sending sparks everywhere, "We're getting married!" The bar erupted in cheers and catcalls. The girls shrieking through the phone, Allyson and Ronnie jumping up and down hugging. In the hubbub no one noticed Josh Harris knick Ronnie's phone and practically sprint outside. "ANGHARED DON'T HANG UP!" he shouted into the mouthpiece.

Five thousand miles away Anghared froze. "Josh?" she whispered.

"'Red, please, please talk to me," croaked Josh.

Anghared shook her head, "There's nothing to talk about," the sadness evident in her voice.

"There is!" he insisted. "Anghared, I've never felt this way about anyone. I…"

"Josh, that night in Seattle was the best night of my life. But you and I both know I'm not the kind of woman you want. Goodbye Joshua." A tear slid down her face as she ended the call.

Josh gripped the cell tightly in his hand letting loose with a string of profanities. Leaning against the wall tears threatened to spill from his eyes. Ronnie quietly slipped out the door and wrapped the young deckhand in a hug.

Josh looked at her, sadness and anger warring in the depths of his eyes, "Is it because I'm nothing but a fisherman?"

"Not at all," Ronnie sighed deeply. "When she meets someone special, Anghared always pushes them away. In her mind, you are this wonderful man and she is nothing but a whore."

Anger poured through Josh's body and he violently pulled away from Ronnie. Ronnie put a gentle hand on his chest, "I didn't say that's what I thought, but it is what she's thinking."

"How do I change her mind when she won't even talk to me?" he ground out in frustration and handed her phone back.

"I don't know honey. But so you know, the girls and I are on your side. Unless you fuck it up. Then we'll be on you like a honey badger after a cobra," Ronnie patted his cheek then walked back into the bar.

~DC~

Ronnie stopped in the doorway to let herself adjust to the din of the bar. A strong hand snaked out and pulled her over to a quiet corner. Ronnie found herself looking at the sneering face of Sig Hansen. "So you really are knocked up then?" he spat out.

Ronnie crossed her arms over her chest and leveled her gaze on him, "You and I need to have a serious talk. You seem to be under the impression I'm trying to trap your little brother or something." She stepped into his personal space and poked his chest, "Edgar's going over to your mother's tomorrow to fix her sink. Why don't you come over to my place and we will hash this out like adults, hmm?"

At the bar Edgar saw Sig waylay Ronnie and could tell by their body language that the conversation wasn't a friendly one. He sat his soft drink down and started over to intervene but was stopped by Allyson, "Trust me; she can handle your brother."

Edgar stood there torn between the wisdom of Allyson's words and his desire to protect Ronnie from Sig's notorious temper. He knew that at some point Ronnie and Sig would have to work things out between them but someone yelling at the woman he loved didn't sit well with him. Allyson kissed his cheek, "She's not made of glass. With all she's been through, surely you know she's made of tougher stuff than that." Edgar never got a chance to reply as Ronnie joined them at the bar. She mock shoved Allyson, "Back up off my man bee-atch!"

Edgar smirked, "Now, now ladies, there's plenty of me to go around."

Michael leaned over Allyson's shoulder, "Not to mention you already have a man." He said it with a smile on his face, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "You want to tell me why that guy keeps staring at you?"

"What guy?" asked Allyson, but she knew who he was talking about.

"Short brown hair, goatee. I saw you looking at him when we walked in," jealousy laced his words.

Allyson faced him and said quietly, "We dated. Once. Before you and I started going out. I was just surprised to bump into him again."

Michael shot Scott a smug look, draped his arm over her shoulder then kissed her soundly on the lips.

Scott watched the exchange and took it for what it was worth. He took a long pull off his beer and tipped the bottle at Michael. Andy and John sat down on either side of him as their food arrived. Scott poured a generous amount of ketchup on his plate. He went to dip a fry and ended up with ketchup all over his stub. He tossed his fry on his plate and stuck the digit in his mouth to suck the sauce off of it.

John stared at him in disgust, "Dude…that's just gross."

"I accept that, "Scott smirked, popping a fry in his mouth. "I think slick over there may toss his cookies."

John looked over, "I see. Who's that your PT is with?"

"Dunno. But I don't like him." Scott kept staring at the man.

Ronnie and Allyson had their heads together in a booth deep in girl talk. "Girl, don't look now but Michael and Scott are having a stare down," sniggered Ronnie.

"Shit!" muttered Allyson watching the pair intently.

"So how serious are you and Michael?" prompted Ronnie.

Allyson shrugged, "I've enjoyed going out with him. Not counting tonight."

"He's a bit of an ass," added Ronnie.

"He definitely is full of himself," agreed Ally. "Don't worry, this one isn't a keeper. But tonight is about you! Have you set a date?"

"No, not yet. To be honest we haven't decided if we even want a 'wedding' wedding. I did the big Cinderella deal once."

~DC~

Michael downed his scotch on the rocks and darkly looked over the bar. They had been at this impromptu 'engagement party' for over an hour and he was more than ready to leave this second rate establishment. He sauntered over to Allyson and murmured in her ear that he was ready to go.

"But I'm celebrating with Ronnie," she stated.

Michael ignored her, "I'm headed to the men's room and then I'll be back to get you. Ronnie congratulations, though why you would choose a fisherman over a doctor beats the hell outta me." His words slurred a bit.

Ronnie's jaw dropped at the nasty comment as did Allyson's, "Yeah," she muttered, "This is your last date."

Michael barged through the men's room door, it bounced off the wall. Scott was drying his hands and glanced up in the mirror at the man. Michael puffed his chest out a bit seeing who was in the room with him.

Scott nodded, "Hi, Michael right? I'm Scott." He stuck his hand out for a handshake.

Michael took it, squeezing hard, "Actually, it's Dr. Millens."

Scott applied some crabber's hand pressure, "Then you can call ME Captain Campbell."

They dropped hands and Michael stepped up to the urinal to take care of business, "So tell me Captain Campbell, did you fuck my girlfriend?" Michael zipped his pants up and turned to face Scott.

Scott's face was impassive, if Allyson hadn't shared their past with Michael, he wasn't about to. "You got questions, ask her." He left the bathroom before anything else could be said. Scott returned to the celebration and sat down at what appeared to be the captain's table. Sig pushed a beer his way, "Everything come out ok?" he joked, "You were in there a while."

Scott rolled his eyes but kept an eye on Michael's whereabouts. The man was obviously less than sober and he was worried that Dr. Millens was going to give Allyson a hard time about it.

Michael was through with slumming at the docks. Captain Campbell's evasive answer told him all he needed to know. Allyson had been cock blocking him for the entire month they'd been going out. Bitch was gonna put out tonight or she could hit the road. Finding Allyson still chatting with her loser friend he grabbed her arm and growled, "We're outta here."

Allyson could see something was wrong and followed Michael out. Scott looked over to where Allyson had been and saw her gone, seeing the worried look on Ronnie's face he hurried over, "Everything okay?"

"I don't know?" stammered Ronnie, "Allyson's date dragged her out of here and did not look happy." Ronnie stood to go check on the pair. Scott put a hand out and gently pushed her back in her seat, "I'll go."

Scott quickly strode outside, looking up and down the street for the couple. They were nowhere in sight and after jogging up and down a ways he was about to give up when he heard the sound of skin striking skin and a feminine voice scream out, "GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!"

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