Monday, 15 May 2017

He really was a grumpy bugger...

Love, Passion and Power: Part 1


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It was Saturday afternoon and I was busy vacuuming my room. My headphones were on and some Lady Gaga song blasting way too loudly in my ears when a ding and a vibration on my butt interrupted the chorus. I grabbed my phone from my back pocket to see a text message from Justin.        
J: What are you doing?

K: Vacuuming. What are you doing?

J: Throw on a bathing suit. I’ll be there in 10.

K: What? Why? Where are we going?

J: It’s a surprise! Be ready! Xoxoxo

K: Justin! Do I need to pack anything else? Where are we going?

            But that was it. He didn’t answer me again. I unplugged the vacuum and began to dig, through my drawers to find my swimming gear. Forced to abandon my plans to start packing and to establish some semblance of order in my messy room. I was just tying the halter of my bikini around my neck when there was a soft knock on my bedroom door.
            “Hey, baby, ready to go?” Justin asked as he came into my room.
            “No! I have no idea where we’re going, how can I be ready?” I ran around my room tossing things that I might need for the day into a small canvas shoulder bag: sunscreen, a water bottle, towel, flip-flops, sunglasses...
            “Or,” he said with a smirk, coming over and placing his hands on my shoulders, “you could just trust me, and go with it. You need to start trusting me.”
            I looked up into his eyes; there was so much mischief dancing in them that I couldn’t help but smile. “Fine. If I burn, it’s your job to rub aloe on me.”
            He grinned, planting a whopper of a kiss on my lips before grabbing my hand and whisking me out the door. “It’s a deal!”
            “Whoa… Whose boat is this?” I asked as we walked along the dock a short while later. Lex and I only lived a few blocks from St. Roch Dock, so it was just a quick drive.
            “Ahoy!” came a familiar voice as James popped up from behind the dark blue canvas.
            “Ahoy!” Justin said with a piratey salute.
“This yours?” I asked James, my eyes going wide as we came up along the big, white floating beast.
            “It is” His was face expressionless. Instead he just gave me a curt nod.
            But I chose not to let him frighten me and offered him a giant smile. “Nice. Thanks for inviting us along.”
            “Come on,” Justin said, helping me climb aboard. “Let’s go spend the day on the water.”
            Giddiness filled me. Besides the ferry and Justin’s speedboat at the cabin, I’d never been on a boat before. I’d never been out on the open ocean. I jumped aboard and found the best seat in the house.
            “Ahoy!” came another familiar voice, this one belonging to Amy. “Is the grumpy captain ready for take-off?”
            James rolled his eyes and helped his sister climb onto the boat, followed by Garret, who seemed to be the designated pack mule.
“Boats don’t ‘take-off,’ they set sail,” he said, with an irritated scowl at his sister. Grumbling under his breath as he started to untie the boat from the dock.
            “Tomato, potato.” She shrugged, grinning at me, her big floppy orange sunhat hitting her brother in the chin as she spun around to try to find a seat. “I don’t see a sail anywhere. Do you see a sail anywhere, Kendra? Because I don’t see a sail.”
            “Amelia! Sit down!” he barked. “And take that stupid hat off!”
            Amy rolled her eyes at me but removed her hat as she found a seat in the back towards the motor. “God, what crawled up your ass and died, you grumpy fuck?” She flashed me a big sassy smile while eyeing up her brother and shaking her head at his cantankerous mood
            I’d jumped when James had raised his voice. It was a tad frightening, and my eyes sought Justin’s for answers. Thankfully, he read my mind and came over, lifting me up and planting me on his lap while he took my seat. He pressed his mouth against my temple. “Ignore James. He’s in a terrible mood. He hasn’t gotten laid in almost two weeks!”
            “It’s called masturbation,” I murmured. “Everyone does it!”
            He smirked against the side of my head and chuckled before turning to James. “Hey buddy, Kendra says you should just go below and rub one out before we leave. I think we’d all feel a bit safer if we knew you weren’t sporting such serious blue balls. Clearly, they’re making you ornery as fuck!”
            Amy belted out a laugh. “As much as I don’t want to think about my brother spanking the monkey I’m inclined to agree. We’ll wait if you need a couple of minutes, bro.”
            “I can bring up some porn on my phone,” Garret said. “Just be sure to wipe it off when you give it back.”
            James shot everyone a warning look, his face dark and fierce as he made his way to the front and behind the wheel. The motor came to life, and the boat started to move, his jaw set tightly with a muscle ticking just below his ear. This man was so tightly wound it was only a matter of time before he snapped. Meanwhile, the rest of us couldn’t help but laugh, he really was a miserable bugger. 

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