5.

The next time Aira could see Duke, was six days later. They had been texting or calling the entire time, but Dave and Vince kept finding new information about her family. She was starting to suspect they were dragging out information to annoy her. Every day they were finding information that happened to continue from the information they had previous, and when Aira finally had downtime, Duke was busy with the Grey Gull. Every time they spoke she remembered how his lips felt on hers, and how firm his hands were on her. She managed to rent a fully loaded Rinker 26QX. The boat had to be worth at least two hundred thousand dollars. She also rented some fishing gear, so when Duke agreed to spend the day out on the water with her, she was ecstatic. She piled her long sisterlocks on top of her head and then slid her glasses on her face. She hated her contacts when she was doing anything with water. She adjusted her cheetah printed monokini. The browns blended into her natural skin tone, making it look like she got a detailed paint job on her skin. She checked her phone again and hissed at the time. There was no time to change her bathing suit. She hoped the song she sung earlier that morning actually stuck. It said was going to be seventy-five degrees all week, so to ensure it was actually going to stick, she wrote a song to make it like a California day. She even threw in a lyric to make the fish plentiful. She was hoping to cook her infamous fish stew. She wiggled into a black loose crocheted bathing suit cover and slipped on her sandals. She grabbed a military duffel bag that was full with towels and extra clothes and her silicone rig and of course weed. Grabbing her rolling cooler full of alcohol, she grabbed her car keys and headed for the door.

The dock her rental was at was also the dock near Duke's ship. The people in the front of the hotel today were fanning themselves profusely as they came in from outside. The heat rushed to her cheeks as the sudden guilt of what she had done played over her head. She had just wanted to have good weather for a boat ride. The workers waved at her as she neared them to head out. She was aware the two young men were smitten with her, just by the way they never made eye contact with her. She dug her cell from her duffels pocket and texted Duke that she was just leaving her hotel. She packed the trunk and then sped off. Her glasses were already tinted from the brief time she was outside. Her vehicle said the temperature was ninety-eight degrees. "Whoops." She whispered as she turned up the volume to a song she wished she could sing out loud. She had become very good at lip-syncing. She knew she needed to listen to music she didn't really understand, but she couldn't stand listening to French music anymore. She never enjoyed learning it in the first place. The music helped her from not thinking about what she was going to once she saw Duke again. Thinking about it gave her butterflies. He had the prettiest eyes and softest smile and that lured her in like a moth to the flame.

She parked her mini in the only open spot. The weather was nice, so the locals were taking advantage of the water. Seeing this made her feel less guilty. As she gathered her things, she didn't see the stares she got as she as she tread up the dock towards the white Rinker with a black cover. She was there the night before to drop off her fishing rods she rented and a cooler for the fish they caught, if any. She hooked up her things before she decided to head to the dock number his ship was located at. She pulled off her cover then heard a splash near her. She spun around, making her locs fall down out of the top bun. A group of men were trying to fish a teenage boy out of the water. She climbed up quickly and rushed over.

"Is he okay? Can he swim?" she asked quickly.

"No!" The man next to her shouted.

"Can any of you swim?" she asked, curious why they were just standing there. Everyone glanced around them. She rolled her eyes before diving into the water. The kid had just sunk and speed was of the importance. She thanked the heavens for every summer she went surfing. The boy flailed as he tried to swim upward. I honestly thought swimming was a natural instinct. She thought as she grabbed his arm and yanked him upward. They broke free of the surface and the men helped pull him up. She scaled the later and pushed them out of the way because she was pretty sure they didn't know CPR. She did two rounds before he sputtered water. "Hey! Are you alright?" Aira asked, smiling at him. His blue eyes finally focused on her.

"Dreams do come true." He smiled weakly.

"What?" Aira looked up confused.

A woman stomped up to them. "He fell off trying to rubberneck!" she barked at the men. They all scattered like roaches. The woman looked to be in her fifties with faded red hair. Aira bet she was a looker back in her prime. You're here for Duke, Aira. She thought as she eyed the woman. She could be Susan Sarandon's sister. "I'm sorry my grandson here is a pervert, but I am grateful you saved his hormone riddled ass!" she pointed her anger at the kid. He scampered up and ran. Aira stood up, wringing her hair out. She caught the woman's gaze for a moment. Total lesbian. She smirked. "But, I can see the fuss."

"I'll take that as a compliment." She smiled.

"You're not from around here." She said.

"You don't sound like you're from around here either. Southern maybe." Aira flirted.

"My oh my, I thought I lost that accent years ago." She said letting some more of her accent out.

"Be a shame if you did." She laughed. "I'm Aira, just came to town. Visiting from California."

"Are you meeting someone Aira from California."

Aira had to mentally remember she was here for a whole other delicious reason. "I'm here to meet Duke Crocker."

"Ha, Duke." She pointed behind Aira. "That piece of rust over there. You can do better than that, hun." She laughed.

"When I figure that out I'll be sure to find you." Aira said as she went to turn. She heard the woman chuckle behind her as she walked away. Aira felt like her gaydar was always at high alert.

She indeed found the piece of rust the woman was talking about. She found it cute though, and with the right amount of care, it could be glorious. She walked down the ramp onto the deck and saw him first. He was sitting down in a pull-out chair trying to fix his line on his fishing rod. She felt awkward suddenly, not knowing what to do with her hands. She ended up just draping them on her sides.

"Need help?" She asked.

Dukes head shot up from his task. Sweat was heavy on his brow. She could see his eyes trail over her, like he had never seen a bathing suit quite just like that before. "Amazing…I mean, yeah." His cheeks flushed a bit and she couldn't help but smirk. She was just happy he seemed to like what he saw. "Hot today." He said looking up to the sky.

"Yeah, sorry about that…." She confessed.

He looked back at her. "You did this?" He pointed to the sky, a sheepish grin appearing on his face.

"I just wanted it to be a great sunny day for boating and fishing. I guess it was my interpretation. Now I know more." Aira said knotting her fingers together, embarrassed. "But yay, for good weather and good fishing?" she gave a smile then nervously bit her bottom lip. She walked towards him, he began to stand as she walked to him. She let her eyes scan the length of him. Yum…. She reached for the fishing rod and began to search it over. "Ah, I see what the problem is. My daddy…father, has the same issue, and I was the only one who could figure out how to fix it." She quickly explained what the issue was then went to test out the fixed rod. She heard a low groan and she turned to look back at him. He wasn't expecting a thong bathing suit I bet. "Hm?" she raised her eyebrows, not hiding a smirk.

"Nothing. Heat…its hot." He crossed his arms, knowing full well he was fooling no one.

Aira continued what she was doing. She twisted her upper body back then whipped forward, casting out the lure as far as she could. She heard an astonished bellow from Duke. She looked back at him. "What?" she couldn't help but grin with him.

"I think I just learned how to cast for the first time!" Duke came up behind her, giving her chills.

"It's all about flexibility." She said as she went to look up into his eyes. She rethought what she had said, and felt heat hit her cheeks. He is gonna think all I want to do is fuck him! Her heart raced until she felt his lips on hers. In her panic, he had decided to kiss her.

"Duke!" a voice yelled.

Aira broke away from him, heart barely contained in her chest. Watching Duke hang his head back and give a frustrated moan was enough to make her laugh and to stop worrying about how to act. "What!" he shouted. He turned around. "Rex, what do you want?"

Aira thought voice sounded familiar. "Did you see the sexy tatted chick in the cheetah," Aira peered around Duke to see the boy she had saved. In that same moment, Rex now saw her and his face turned cherry red. "Oh…." Aira started laughing, compliments made her uncomfortable, so laughter diffused it for her.

"Yes, Rex, I have seen the sexy tatted chick in the cheetah bathing suit." Duke said sarcastically. "Bye Rex." Rex turned and ran down the dock.

"That's the kid I saved." Aira said after she stopped laughing.

"His whole family sink like rocks, so I can at least tell you, they didn't lie to you."

"Well, that's good." Aira replied. "Ready to go now that you know your rod works?" She reeled in the fishing rod and handed it to him.

Duke followed close behind Aira. Enjoying every soft bounce of her butt. It was like the bathing suit was made to fit her exact curve. He thanked whoever made them suit. He glanced up every now and then, making sure he wasn't about to hit a pole or walk off in to the water. He saw the Rinker and knew it was Aira's. There was a cooler and towels, and what looked like a wake board. He placed his things into the storage compartments and turned to see her putting her long hair into a low ponytail and then place a floating sports chain on her glasses, that were now lightening under the canopy of the boat.

"Are those prescription?" he asked.

"Yup, blind. I almost always wear contacts, but when I do water sports of any kind, its glasses. She pressed a button and Happy Anniversary by Little River Band came on. "You ready?" she smiled.

He took a seat and grinned. This is gonna be a great day. The boat roared to life, and as it idled she untied them from the dock. She sat back down and took off, faster than he was expecting. He was impressed with her confidence on her driving. Everyone was out on the water and she managed to weave around the mess of jet-skis, and boats, and windsurfers. Soon they were further out than most of the other people, towards a spot he never thought to travel in. The music changed to Stir Fry by Migos. Her music is very, very diverse. She slowed the boat before turning it off. She stood up, immediately bouncing to the beat. She opened a cooler that she had brought and waved a Coors light. "Yes, please." She tossed it with precision and he caught it with his right hand. "What made you go this direction? The current is usually crazy over here so fish don't tend to be over here."

"I have a hunch." She winked at him and he realized as great of a day it would be with her, it was going to be very hard to act a gentleman when she did things like flirt and breathe. "Do you want to cast out a line or do ya want me to do it for ya?" she chided, and he was pretty sure she was flirting once again.

"I would love to see you do it for me, but that would be lazy of me." He cracked his beer open and took a long swing. He watched her grab a bottle of flavored water. She was like watching a pre-football game advertisement. He hated flavored water, but he would buy a whole case from her. She went into a compartment in boat and pulled out a camo printed case. She opened the case to reveal a rather expensive looking bong setup. "Whoa, what…."

"Oh, I brought my e-nail, just in case you want to dab, I also brought joints, and edibles." She beamed. "Great dispensary in town, too."

He smiled. She was like a breath of fresh air. "I'll take a joint then."

"Infused or normal."

"What?" He laughed.

She pulled out a tube and presented it to him. "This baby is one point five grams of Alaskan Thunderfuck. It has swirl of dab oil and is dusted with keif. Enjoy." She said mysteriously with a large grin.

"Didn't understand any of that." He said as he grabbed it anyways. He took her lighter and lit the tied end. He had only taken three puffs before he yanked the joint back like it was poisonous. "Dear God! What the…." He was racked with another round of coughing. Somewhere in his gasps for a breath and sipping his beer like it was nectar of the Gods, she had taken the joint and began puffing it herself. She French inhaled the thick white smoke like a pro.

"You alright, big guy?" she giggled causing her to cough as well. "Thought I was about to lose you."

"I was NOT prepared for that at all!" he laughed. "But I am now, and already high." He felt amazing.

"Do you want it back?"

"Yeah, give it here." He had no idea what he was saying. He had nearly died the first time and he was willingly taking it back. He leaned back into a seat, and just watched her as he slow smoked the joint. She bounced to the beat to the songs. Even when she looked at him in passing eye contact he didn't sway his gaze. The high was giving him an unreasonable amount of confidence. She would bite her lip and tear her gaze from him. At one point she got their fishing poles set up. Still very impressed with that cast, and that ass. He laughed out loud to his own thought.

"What's so funny?" she smiled. "You look so high right now, I may have been over excited, but you finished it. I bet your hungry." She wiggled her way to her cooler. "Okay, I got hot and cold things. Which one or both?"

"Surprise me." He said, looking as she was bent over. She got up and turned to him with a large Cuban sandwich and something friend he couldn't recognize. She also handed him another beer. He picked the sandwich up, not realizing how hungry he had gotten. One bite and audibly moaned. He looked up at her and she was already smirking.

"Good?"

"Best Cuban sandwich I have ever had. Are you a Goddess of Food?" he said and wanted to stab himself instantly after.

"Mi abuelo made the best sandwiches. I learned from him before he passed away. Plus, my mother constantly told me, 'If you're gonna be fat, you might as well learn to cook.'. So, I learned."

He stopped before his next bite to look at her. "She said that to you?" What person says that to anyone.

"In her defense I was fat."

"No one deserves to hear that, and I doubt you ever deserved to her that." He said, suddenly not feeling very festive. He grabbed a mystery fried thing off his plate and realized quickly it was fried mac 'n' cheese. "Oh my god, does everything you have taste this freaking delicious?"

"Well, I'd like to say everything I brought tastes delicious but that's up for a matter of opinion." Aira said. He looked up from his plate just in time to see a devious look on her face. God help me not attack this woman.

The day progressed and his restraint loosened and every now and then he would brush his hand across her soft skin. He even took advantage of when she was reeling in fish. Constantly seeing if she needed assistance when she obviously had control of her rod. Her stance was solid and he could feel her muscles were strong and not superficial. She had brought a giant cooler to keep the fish inside, and by the time they were tired of just reeling them in, they had filled the entire cooler. She poured a bag of ice over the top fish and then gave a stretch. With her muscles tensed she looked like one of those Greek statues brought to life.

"I'm gonna make you so fish stew." Aira announced after her stretch. She grabbed a flavored sparkling water and drank deeply. "Gonna have to do something with these giant ass fish." She laughed.

"Anything you don't use I can use in my restaurant." He looked her over again for the millionth time. A Latin song came on and he had no idea what they were saying but she was swaying her hips perfectly to the rhythm.

"This is how ya Cuban salsa." She said as she came towards him. She took his hands. "Abuelito," she giggled. "Abuelito was a little man, but he said Cuban dance was the key to anyone's heart." She looked up at him. "You're good at this, hips are flexible." She said, and he got he pressed her closer. She let out a surprised 'Oh' before he kissed her, and the 'Oh' turned into a moan. God, he had been dying to kiss her, but never could find the right moment. When they pulled back for a breath she put her face in his chest and he felt her nibble just for a second. "Someone seems a little excited."

He then realized he had been pressing his erection hard against her for God knows how long, the whole time possibly. He felt his cheeks become hot but all he did was back away. "Well I guess it's time for a swim then." He was internally panicking. The Duke that he knew himself to be was acting like he had never seen a woman before. He had no game here, he was in foreign territory. He was already leaping into the water before he knew it. When he broke the surface, Aira was cannonballing in after him with a loud yelp. She landed near him, splashing him. She stayed under for a while then broke the surface slowly in front of him with a large smile. "Had to least get in the water once."

"Uh huh." She said, clearly not buying his bullshit line. She was looking at him like she was waiting for something. "Well, we have to head back soon if we want to make it back before the sun goes down.

As Duke helped put things up, he felt like he had missed a giant opportunity. She offered him a dab before they left and he took it, just as long it made him feel less moronic. She hadn't taken one herself, but he did see her eat an edible before heading back to the dock. They tied the boat up and locked up most of the things she would be coming back for later. The main thing was her personal bag and the giant fish cooler. They heaved it together back to his ship where they had to come up with a plan on how not to drop the cooler on the way down into his living quarters. By the end of carefully easing it down, with Duke as the happiest anchor, they made it down. They stood there for a moment just catching their breaths. "Well, this is where I live." He said with a grin.

He watched her look around with a smile of wonder. "It's really cool in here." He noticed she was shivering. Her arms were covered in tiny bumps which led him to her chest, and yes, he was correct in thinking her nipples were hard. He dragged his eyes to her face and she was already looking at him. "Do you need a towel, you seem a little wet, cold…from swimming." He added panicking.

"Yeah, the sun set faster than I thought and went straight back to Maine temperature night time." She said. Now he was wondering if she was intentionally ignoring how awfully obvious he was being or if she was just fed up with his shit. He gave a half-hearted smile then turned to get her a towel. Get your shit together, Duke! You are blowing this chance with an actually interesting woman, and highly attractive! He scolded himself. He grabbed a towel from his bathroom then headed back into the other. He was pumping himself up to be the man he was born to be, but all that went out the window when he turned the corner to see Aira standing there stark naked, bathing suit by her feet. He soaked her in like he was seeing a naked woman for the first time. His mouth slightly slackened, still reeling on how his luck flipped around. "I guess I was wetter than I thought." She bit her lip and he dropped the towel and dashed to her.

He grabbed her face rough as he went down to kiss her. Her hands were already yanking at his trunks. His hands traveled down her body, he only stopped briefly to grip her butt, slightly lifting her from the ground. Aira moaned and stopped hassling with his trunks to wrap her arms around his neck. He lifted her up and took her to the bed. This time, lying down, she was able to get his trunks to move. He reached blindly to his night stand, fishing around for a condom. His free hand dipped between her thighs. She gave a high-pitched squeal that was followed by her mumbling Spanish under her breath. He pressed his fingers deeper inside her and it only made him want to find the condoms he knew was in the drawer. Her body writhed under him as she nibbled his neck and gripped at his hair. He found the condom as her orgasm sprayed his hand. She squirts. He tore the condom wrapper with his teeth and placed it on as quickly as possible. He slipped into her than slowed down, realizing if he was over confident he was going to fall flat. He was beginning to wonder if she had ever had sex with a man, she was tighter than he was prepared for. She inhaled sharply when he entered her, moaning in Spanish. In a sudden move, he fully sheathed himself and she pulled on his hair, giving him chills. He began slowly then built he speed. Her Spanish became more frequent and he so desperately wanted to know what she was saying as she threw his name around. Her back arched as she succumbed to an orgasm. The feel of her spasming around him made his eyes roll back. Next, he knew, she skillfully rolled them around so he was on his back. He could see all of her, and all of her was straddling him. Her eyes looked down him and he could practically see the lust they held. She began grinding her hips, and then he audibly moaned. His hands found her waist and gripped hard as he made sure she was getting his full length by arching his back. She cursed in Spanish as she lost her momentum due to his actions. She began rotating her hips again, pinned down by his hands. She scratched at his chest as another orgasm ripped through her body. She pulled at her own hair, while her face was if nothing but a picture of pure ecstasy. He flipped her back on her back. She let out a laugh before he swooped in onto her. He grabbed one leg and he pushed, not expecting it to go farther than her head. She moaned 'Si' into his ear and he felt like a machine, thrusting harder than before. He brought her other leg up. Her voice gained in volume and speed with each stroke that made the bed rock and slam into the wall. When she came, he couldn't hold back anymore and came along with her. She pulled him in close, tangling her fingers into his hair even more and leaving love bites on his collar bone.

Duke laid next to her, panting, he couldn't believe they were at it for two hours and he had almost lost his cool with on top many times over. She was on him, kissing his chest and raking her fingers through his hair. He felt his dick respond to her touch and was fighting for control.

"Sorry if I came on too strong." She said after a few minutes, still messing with his hair.

Duke laughed. "I was drowning, you saved me from myself."

"How so." She nibbled on his ear. Goosebumps spread and he knew she could see them.

"I can't read you, and I was so concerned on whether you would give me a shot or not that I was over reading obvious clues."

"Is it cuz you have a penis?" Aira giggled.

"Yes actually." Duke laughed.

"I have had sex with one other man. I was nineteen when he deflowered me, but I will say, he did not share the girth, or length you have." Aira practically purred in his ear as she traced her fingers on his lower stomach. He could feel himself starting to get hard again. Is she doing this on purpose? "We should take a shower." She went to move over him but stopped, straddled over him, pressing his fast-growing erection into him. He went for her mouth as she pressed herself hard against his shaft. He pressed up on his elbows, deepening the kiss. She moved like she was about to slide on top of him but then hopped off towards his bathroom.

"What…." Duke said as he watched her grin off toward the bathroom. He heard the shower turn on and he scrambled out of the bed. She was laughing in the shower by the time he was in there. "So wrong."

"Did I do something?" she raised an eyebrow. "I'm just tryna take a shower."

He stepped in with her, then got close to her, pressing up against her. "I'd say you did something." He whispered to her. Aira grabbed him firmly and he gasped. He stumbled a few steps back and she was quickly on her knees in front of him. He'd like to say he stood there like an oak as she deep-throated so far, his dick had to be in a different dimension but sadly no, he had nearly fell over and if it wasn't for the bar that was there for support he would have fallen, his toes curled up like small wood shavings, and to top it all off was how loudly he groaned when he had climaxed, like his soul had been claimed. I need to put seats in here. Sucks like a goddamn vacuum. He moaned out loud again as he received shudders from the orgasm. "I wasn't expecting that for some reason."

"You turn me on." She said plainly. "Did I cross a line?"

"Oh, no, you can do that whenever. Most don't go for oral so quick."

"I believe oral is the best way to judge someone right before you have sex. Plus, it's just so much fun."

Is she an angel? He thought, as she reached up and put her arms around him. She nuzzled his ear and he got a chill down his spine. It was like she had a string to his dick and it answered when she called. He knew they would eventually take a shower but at that moment he turned her around and pressed her against the shower wall. He spread her legs open knees then entered her, sighing in unison. He closed his eyes as one hand gripped the hand rail and the other gripped her hips. She came with force, legs trembling. He decided this would be a good stopping spot, for her, not for him, besides she said she was going to cook.