Free Hooked by K. C. Falls Page A

went off to school. When El Lobo entered the picture he found me and hired me. He doesn't get close people and he wanted someone around that he knew he could trust."
    "Why doesn't he . . . get close to people?"
    Richard arched his pale eyebrows. "It's complicated. And you don't need to know. I don't even know Morgan's whole story. But I know he's got demons."
    "I see. Well right now he's getting quite close to a couple of ladies in the pool."
    "That's typical. And meaningless. Morgan gets used by women and he uses right back."
    "Not a very attractive trait in a man." The image of the using taking place on the lower deck sprang back into my head. It was impossible not to think about those bodies all tangled up and sweating in the sun. Especially Morgan's body--naked.
    Would one of the girls watch as he screwed the other one? What was the protocol for two girls and a guy? Did all three have to be 'active' at the same time? I had run through several combinations of cock, mouth, pussy and hands before Richard brought me back to the here and now.
    "So, what's your story? I mean other than the professor parents and being a chef. Is your choice of career some kind of rebellion?"
    "I wouldn't put it that way. I just wanted something different than what was expected of me."
    "And that was?"
    "I was a total geek in high school. It's genetic. I was raised to be a walking encyclopedia and by the time I graduated I was very much over it all."
    "Geek was never my problem. I was a solid 'C' from first grade on."
    "In a way I envy you. Nothing says 'untouchable' quite like straight 'A's'."
    "C'mon. Are you trying to tell me that a little hottie like you spent Friday nights on the internet?"
    "That and watching 'films' with my parents, yes. You wouldn't believe the movies I've seen. Directors you've never heard of and never want to."
    "Yikes."
    "For sure, yikes. I went to culinary school because I bought into the glamour of it all. A lot of my friends worked in restaurants during high school while I was earning my spending money tutoring people like you." I grinned at him and he shrugged. "They had all kinds of wild stories. And, I loved the idea of doing something creative that was so temporary."
    "Now you're over my head."
    "Think about it. Most art can be captured--you can look at a painting over and over or listen to music as many times as you want. A book can be re-read. But a meal can never be eaten in exactly the same way. Even if the cook and the ingredients and the prep are all identical, it's a new experience every time."
    "That's a pretty heavy outlook on cooking."
    "I tend to over think everything. Sorry."
    "No, no. It's cool. I just never thought about it that way."
    I felt like I was boring him. Enough about me and my bizarre thought process. I wanted to hear more about Morgan anyway. "So, you've been the Captain on El Lobo for how long?"
    "About four years. We've had a great time. But I think the Boss is getting restless. That's why he's itching to join daddy dear's business."
    "You don't like Morgan's father?"
    "Let's just say I don't have a lot of respect for him."
    "Why not?"
    "Because he's a spineless asshole. A douche of the highest order. Let's just leave it at that."
    There was obviously quite a bit of history that Richard seemed determined to keep to himself. As curious as I was, it seemed pushy to pry. "Four years is a long time. Do you just cruise around all the time?"
    "We've been all over the world. Fished in a lot of tournaments."
    "On this boat?" I didn't know a lot about the sport, but I sure as hell knew I wasn't aboard a fishing boat.
    "Oh hell no. We either charter or we use the tender." I knitted my brow at the unfamiliar term. Richard answered the unspoken question. "It's easier to show you." He picked up the radio and summoned the first mate to the bridge.
    "I promised you a tour. Come and let me properly introduce you to El Lobo."
     

Chapter 8--Morgan
     
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