Breathe Out (Just Breathe, #2)(50)

Mr. Covelli escorts Mrs. Covelli first and then Joe assists me with Sadie close behind. One of the staff members ushers us to a sitting area that is on the front of the boat where refreshments wait for us. Once Mrs. Covelli, Sadie and I get seated, Joe and his father assist the team in final preparations for the vessel to embark on our trip. My eyes dart around the ship, wanting to see everything they do. The boat begins leaving the land behind and the crew, Mr. Covelli and Joe don’t hoist the sails up until we’re out in open water.

Joe takes me on a tour of the enormous contraption, pointing out more boat type things. A few words or phrases he mentions I remember from our trip to Hawaii, but the majority of it goes over my head, especially when we go below deck and my eyes fall upon the extravagant rooms. The interior living room is larger than my apartment kitchen, dining room and living room combined.

Walking up to the deck to meet up with Sadie and Joe’s parents, Joe gently tugs my arm in the opposite direction. “Over here,” he states.

“Your parents are over there?”

“I know.”

“Where are we going?” I nervously question.

“You’ll see,” Joe deviously replies.

Joe leads me inside a small upper area that has just over one hundred and eighty degrees of window view.

“Mr. Covelli,” a man standing in the center of the room says.

“Captain,” Joe replies.

“She’s all yours. Have fun,” the Captain encourages, taking one hand off the wheel and stepping aside.

I can’t help but laugh at hearing Joe being called Mr. Covelli. “You want me to watch you steer the boat?” I muse.

“Kind of,” he says with a grin. Joe takes my hand and tries to lead me closer.

My hand swats his away.

“Thank you, Captain,” Joe bids.

“You’re welcome, Mr. Covelli,” he replies. The Captain leaves without another word.

“The engines are electric,” Joe mentions, snatching my wrist and pulling me closer to him.

“What are you doing?” I question, not liking our proximity with so many windows around us.

“I want you to help me,” he reveals, guiding my hands to take over.

“What?” My hands snap back.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let go,” he assures. Joe tenderly takes each of my hands, kissing and then lowering them to the wheel, placing his hands on top of mine. “I promise.”

Sweat gathers quickly in my palms and my heart races loud enough in my chest that I can feel it pounding in my ears. Even with the warmth and comfort of Joe’s behind me, my body can’t stop shaking.

“You’re doing great,” Joe comments.

My gaze stays forward, bouncing between the horizon of the ocean and the sky above. The anxiety in my body begins to subside as the gentle rocking of the large mass under my feet lulls my nerves. Peace begins to surround my mind and body with the quiet stillness of everything.

“There you go,” Joe encourages.

“You’re standing a little close,” I redirect him.

Joe’s face has been along side mine for I’m not sure how long and I know that there is a good chance we can be seen.

“If you want me to help, I need to stay close,” he counters.

“You don’t need to be close enough for my ass to feel your erection,” I jab. “Put it away.”

“That’s kind of hard,” he replies uncomfortably.

“I know it’s hard. It’s poking me,” I rebut.

Joe laughs, catching my interpretation of his words.

“No,” he chuckles. “It’s hard not to have an erection being so close to you.”

“That’s not my challenge. I offered in the shower,” I remind. “You turned it down.”

“I know,” he huffs into my ear. “I thought masturbation would have sufficed.”

A grin smears across my face. The ease and comfort at the way he shared that he had to take care of himself impresses me.

Joe and I stand in silence as we steer the boat further out into the dark water. He instructs me to pay attention to a screen to my left and let him know when the coordinates hit a certain number. When I share the results, Joe announces some kind of sailing jargon over an intercom and a few seconds later I see the staff popping up from below, taking specific positions. Joe gives a command and I watch in amazement as the crew manages to get all of the sails lowered with ease.


Once the anchor is dropped, Joe and I join his parents, having more refreshments before lunch is served. Our conversations are light and fun, and Joe recounts to his parents how well I did guiding the boat. I blush, not liking his story telling, only because my thoughts drift back to his cock rubbing against my rear and how turned on I was, especially when he told me that he masturbated after pleasuring me.

Sadie suddenly starts barking and heads to the edge of the boat. I call after her, but she doesn’t listen, forcing me to get up. It’s not like Sadie to not respond to a command. Bending down to grab her collar, I’m unable to get her to move.

“We’ve got visitors,” Joe declares, coming up behind us. “Good eyes, Sadie.”

“What are you talking about?” I inquire.

“Whales,” Joe identifies, “And, it looks like they’re headed right for us.”