Moby's Dick by Llewellyn A.J. & Manly D.J

Author:Llewellyn, A.J. & Manly, D.J. [Llewellyn, A.J. & Manly, D.J.]
Language: nld
Format: epub
Tags: gay contemporary erotic romance
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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"And why is he on the ship exactly?" Trent

had his arms crossed. Never a good sign.

The weather report predicted record high

temperatures today. Everyone had been told to get

up extra early and prepare. They had to make up

for lost time. "Goddamn it, Trent, I'm not even

awake. And this coffee is enough to…" He made a

face and swilled it down anyway.

"Don't change the subject. Fuck the coffee.

You deliberately brought that Frenchman on board

so you could fuck him!"

"You know that's against the rules!" Burke

snapped, walking away.

Trent wasn't about to let up. He was on his

heels as Burke stood outside looking up. It usually

felt serene getting up before the sun, the air cool,

with the promise of warmth in the hazy sky.

"I'm not finished yet," Trent insisted.

So much for serenity. He looked at him. "Are

you questioning my professional integrity, Trent?"

"You're thinking with your cock and you

know it! What exactly is he good for?"

"He'll find a place where he can be useful.

He's a damned hero, Trent. Do you suggest I just

leave him out there hanging? He rescued people,

saved their lives, doesn't he deserve a job?"

"He deserves to go back from whatever

backwater little town he comes from, and resume

his life!"

"Ottawa is actually not a backwater town,"

a voice said.

Burke hid a smile as Gabriel appeared.

Trent

scowled.

"We're

having

a

conversation here!"

"I'm sorry," Gabriel said. "The captain

asked me to report to him early so that he could

tell me what he needed me for today. I'll go back

on…"

"No," Burke said, grateful for the

interruption. "We need to do this now. Excuse us,

Trent." He met his gaze.

"This conversation is not over!" Trent

muttered and stalked off.

Burke sighed.

"He doesn't like me." Gabriel shrugged.

"He's just grumpy. Don't pay attention."

"He's in love with you. He thinks you have

ulterior motives offering me a job."

Burke found himself looking into those blue

eyes. He swallowed. "Yeah?"

"And do you… have… ulterior motives?"

He smiled.

Burke's mouth opened, the early morning

air hitting his tongue as he breathed in. "Maybe."

Gabriel nodded, looked down for a

second.

"Would you mind?"

Gabriel glanced up. "No." He paused. "Not

at all."

"We… can't… you know…"

He nodded. "I know."

"You do?"

"Yes. I've read the rule book."

"And you took the job anyway?"

He shrugged and gave him a cute little

smile. "A boy's gotta eat."

"Have any pointers as to how I'm supposed

to not think about your cock?" Burke moved a little

closer.

"Oh," he shook his head, "I'm the wrong

one to ask." He grinned. "And have you been ah…

thinking about my cock?"

"Constantly." Burke nodded, chewing his

bottom lip. He almost reached out and touched him

but instead tightened his fists by his side.

"That is a problem."

"Christ," Burke whispered, searching his

face, "it's pretty… ah… nice?"

Gabriel laughed out loud. "Yes, and…

pretty big?"

"I didn't… notice."

"Liar!"

Burke chuckled this time then sobered.

"You need to get to work."

"You need to tell me what you want me to

do."

"What I really want or…"

"Ah-ah-ah," he shook his head. "Now,

boss, thinking pure thoughts will do you good."

Burke shook his head. "You're killing me

here."

"I know."

"Okay." He cleared his throat, "how are

you physically today on a scale from 1 to 10?"

"Eight?"

"Great. You can assist."

"Perfect."

"Go ask one of the crew to set you up with

a wet suit, and eat something.

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