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shivers and growls
of his responses. She couldn't get enough of the way he tenderly
nipped at the tendons of her neck sending wave after wave of pure
lust coursing through her body.
    At his invitation she climbed into his lap
until she was sitting astride of him, grinding her throbbing clit
against his heavy arousal. His hands were heavy on her hips as he
flexed his hips in response to her movements. When he pushed her
shirt up for greater access to her sun warmed flesh she welcomed
him, rejoicing in the feel of his mouth against her needy flesh.
With one hand still palming her butt, he used the other to push her
bra up until her breasts were exposed to his heated gaze...and
every boat on Lake Michigan. He leaned forward, taking her aching
nipple then almost her whole breast into his searingly hot mouth.,
She grabbed his head, his silky hair sliding through her fingers as
he turned his attention to her other breast, pushing her closer and
closer to an orgasm, and then it hit her. Her orgasm swept through
her body with a force and suddenness that left her shuddering in
its aftermath.
    When she came to her senses Thad had turned
until she was flat on her back on the bench seat. He caressed the
flesh of her torso with his hands, followed closely by his lips as
he kissed a trail from her breasts to the waistband of her shorts.
When he unsnapped them she realized he planned to eat her out on a
public boat. In broad delight. With at least one other person
onboard. He had her zipper down now and was oh so close to touching
her aching pussy. For a brief moment she considered letting him.
Then she grabbed his hand.
    “I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but
we’re on a boat. In public.” He didn’t seem to hear her and she was
thrilled, then he pulled away and slid off the bench seat and onto
the floor. He sat there, his elbows on his knees while he ran his
long fingers through his hair in obvious frustration. She watched
for a while, then straightened her clothes before sitting up. She
placed one tentative hand on his shoulder and he reached up to grab
it.
    “I'm sorry Sioux. I have no idea what the
hell is wrong with me. I can't keep my hands off you.”
    “Well, it’s not like I’m unwilling, just not
on a lake full of people,” she said, gesturing toward the many
other vessels enjoying the water. “Not to mention your pal who’s
supposed to be driving this thing. Where is he by the way?”
    “He's not an idiot. He would've made himself
scarce. I think I’ll take a walk. I'm in desperate need of
distraction.” He rose to his feet, and after placing a brief kiss
on her forehead, he walked toward the front of the boat. Before
long his friend joined him. She searched around until she found her
hat and sunglasses, then lay down. She might as well take a nap.
Thad wouldn’t be coming back anytime soon.
***
    Thad turned on Twist with a snarl. “Jesus,
man what the hell are you playing? It’s a syncopated rhythm. We’re
supposed to sound like a freight train, not like something made by
Fisher-Price.”
    “I wasn’t off-beat, that’s how we wrote
it.”
    “That’s not how it was written, you’re way
off,” Thad said.
    “How the hell would you know?” Jon asked.
“You weren’t even with the band when we wrote this song.”
    “You’re just defending him because you’re
off too,” Thad said. “Who the hell added "Night Train" to the
playlist anyway? We never play it live.”
    “You did!” Twist and Jon said in unison.
“And what the hell is your problem?” Twist continued throwing down
his drumsticks and walking over to Thad.
    “I don’t have a problem, except that
suddenly you guys are playing like shit,” Thad said. “How the hell
are we supposed to have a sound check when you sound this way?”
    “Damned if I’m putting up with this crap
from you, kid,” Jon said and he put his guitar back in the rack
before storming out of the room.
    Thad stared after the usually mild-mannered
bassist.