All My Love

Chapter 88

| Harry |

I wake up out of nowhere, not recognizing my surroundings until it hits me that I'm on a yacht in the middle of the Pacific. I rub my eyes with the back of my index fingers and stretch out before looking around the room to see Becca is nowhere in sight. Yawning, I sit up and run my fingers through my hair before picking up the sheets to see my limp dick. I raise my eyebrows and rip the covers off to stand up. I twist my torso in a stretch, wondering where my girl went off to. Not that she really has a way to leave this boat.

I hurry to get dressed, buttoning the rest of my shirt as I walk up the stairs to the first level. I pass a few crew members who eye me in a way as if they know I just fucked my girlfriend a couple hours ago. As if they should really give a fuck. I'm sure they've heard random people have sex plenty of times before.

I ignore them and walk up to the deck where I find Becca dancing to the classic The Heat Is On by Glenn Frey. I let out a laugh when she jumps in cautious circles as she holds what looks like a smoothie, a little blue umbrella on top. Her feet kick out to the beat as she takes a sip from her straw and the corner of my mouth lifts up as I admire how fucking beautiful she is. Her skin glowing from the sun and her thick long hair is flying around.

"And coming in first with the most pure but adorable performance, Rebecca Bowman!" I yell out to her while I walk up, clapping my hands in amusement. Becca stops her movements and spins on her heel to face me in a squint. I chuckle at her expression and she charges over to me. She quickly sets her drink down then takes me off guard, jumping onto me, almost having me lose my balance. Just as I go to speak, she places her lips on mine. I kiss her back while holding her up as she wraps her legs around me, her arms around my neck. "Well hello to you too." I say in a laugh and she smiles.

"I'm just so happy." Becca tells me right before unwrapping her legs to slide down my body. She leans over to pick up her drink and takes a sip. She then holds the straw in front of my mouth, gesturing for me to taste. I do so and smack my tongue against the roof of my mouth a few times, noticing the aftertaste.

"There's alcohol in this?" I question my statement and she nods with a wide smile before taking another couple sips. "How many have you had?" I ask when she takes another sip and she brings her eyebrows together.

"Like six?" She questions her own answer and goes back to holding the straw between her lips.

"What?!" I gape out with wide eyes, taking the drink away from her, earning a whine. As much as I find her cute in this moment, I don't think I want to babysit a drunk Becca on my birthday.

"She's had two, that's her third." I hear a voice and look back over my shoulder to see blondy that served us lunch, walking over. Becca starts getting touchy with me but I keep my eyes on Alice while I gently keep Becca from touching my face.

"Why would you even serve her alcohol? She's underage." I say with attitude and Becca pokes the middle of my chest.

"Leave the nice girl alone." Becca says. I hand the drink over to Alice and guide Becca to sit down on the couch. She yanks me to sit with her and my eyes bug out in quick motion, a blink a few following behind. "She was only letting me have fun, baby." Becca says, mocking the way I call her baby in bed and I force back an eye roll.

"What time is it?" I ignore Becca and look at Alice who tells me it's almost three-thirty. "And when did you start giving her these drinks?" I ask and look back at Becca who is drawing some kind of shit on my back with her finger, entertaining herself.