"What the fuck are you doing to my brother, you slut?"
Chapter 34
Crichton climbed back up to the gun emplacement so he could sit and think in peace. He did not need or want Chloe and Lance getting involved but respected their desire to help get him and Tanya back together. He was confident that Tanya would come round in time and be prepared to listen to an explanation if she was anything like Maddie. Unfortunately she also had Spike's genes in her and he was a complete head-case who had walked out on Maddie as soon as he learned he was going to be a father.
Spike was Crichton's oldest friend as they grew up together, their fathers having been brought over from the Caribbean as children as part of the
Windrush
generation in the aftermath of WW2. Both Spike and Crichton were themselves products of mixed race marriages and had suffered as a result, seeming not to belong in either society so kept themselves to themselves as they grew up. Crichton had met Maddie, a pretty, white girl-next-door type at a local youth club when they were about 11 and had become close friends.
As they became teenagers their relationship started to break down, even though they secretly loved each other very much, mainly because Crichton could never understand that Maddie would think of him as anything but a friend due to the colour of his skin. She on the other hand, as he found out later, knew this and gave him all the opportunities to move their relationship on but still he backed away. When they were both about 16, Maddie decided to try and make him jealous by going on a date with Spike who had fancied her for a while but had kept away due to her relationship with Crichton. However, once he thought Maddie was fair game, he had no compunction in bedding the young naive virgin. Tanya was born 9 months later, with her father nowhere to be found.
In some respects Crichton had been no better than Spike and heartbroken at the apparent betrayal, he deserted the pregnant Maddie by running away to sea at the age of 16. He managed to get a job as a kitchen assistant on a millionaire's super yacht and from there gravitated to deckhand. He spent 3 years on the yacht, learning how to sail and navigate, going round the world twice, berthing wherever the owner fancied going. Eventually he returned home expecting to find that Maddie had hooked up with someone else but was surprised to find her living with her parents and Tanya thriving with the love and attention of the extended family.
Initially, despite her still-strong feelings for him, Maddie had refused to meet up as she thought he would cut and run again if things got tough. However, her mother, who thought the world of Crichton, persuaded her to at least talk to him. The rest, as they say, is history and he became a doting father to Tanya when not away, as he continued to go to sea for extended periods. He eventually got his Master's certificate and that increased the demands on his time but he and Maddie made the long-distance relationship work. However, he had been seriously considering only doing in-shore work to be at home more often when Maddie was killed in a car accident.
He had adopted Tanya when he and Maddie got married and tried to bring her up as his own flesh and blood ... but struggled as a single-parent despite help from Maddie's mother. However, the stress of this on top of Maddie's death, while trying to keep working had led him to finding solace in alcohol.
He sighed as he contemplated his life recognising that Tanya was right to chide him about drinking, as alcohol and sailing were a mix fraught with danger, as his recent litany of failures would testify. He never used to think of himself as an alcoholic but laughed to himself as he knew from AA meetings that alcoholics never do until they stand up and say the words ...
'My name is Bill and I'm an alcoholic.'
The knowledge that he had been chosen to skipper
Singular
exactly because he was an alcoholic and a failure, hurt immensely and knew its' disappearance would be blamed on him.
Thinking of failures his mind drifted back to his relationship with Tanya. Was the flare up between them a warning of how difficult things were likely to be? He knew that what he had done to Nadia was wrong but Tanya's reaction to his admission gave every indication that she had a streak of possessiveness and jealousy he was unaware of. Could she accept him going back to sea, even for in-shore work, without worrying about his fidelity? On the other hand, would a relationship as lovers still be strong enough to withstand him fretting about what she was getting up to with the young guys she would meet at university or in the workplace?
If this was just some crazy infatuation then it was unlikely to survive the strains of him being away a lot, but would they cope with being together 24/7? They had previously been apart when she was at school and he was at sea and enjoyed the interludes when they were together ... but as father and daughter ... could they do the same if both were worrying what the other was up to when not together?
The the crux of the matter for him was the age gap. Whatever Tanya might say, the fact that he was nearly twice her age was a substantial area of concern. Whilst he was not yet 40, the 17 year gap would mean he was well into his 50's when she was in the prime of her life. If she wanted children and whilst it was a statement issued at the heat of passion, she had said as much when they were making love previously, would he still feel capable of dealing with a new born in, say,10 years' time?
Maybe he was being pessimistic but the prognostication for their relationship was not good, despite the wonderful sexual chemistry between them.
His reverie was interrupted by the sight of Nadia walking down the beach below him clad in a black micro-bikini which left little to the imagination. He was forced to admit that she was an incredibly sexy woman but despite her sudden transformation, he still thought of her as a racist bitch. He was still coming to terms with the fact that he had been about to rape her, although Chloe had been right.
'From what I saw she was demanding you come back and fuck her after you stopped. Hardly looked like rape to me.'
The memory of his cock deep inside her gorgeous body as he controlled her was a powerful image. Despite his dislike of what she stood for, he found himself getting aroused at the thought that he, Bill Crichton, could have fucked one of the most beautiful women in the world. Not bad for a kid from a council estate who left school at 16. He snorted in derision at himself as what had his upbringing got to do with it, it was more important that he, as a black man had done it to such strident racist.
He really didn't want to interact with her too much and he tried to duck out of sight. Unfortunately she had spotted him and called up.
"Hello Captain, that looks like a good view point, how do I get up there?"
'Captain? Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!'
"Err ... I wouldn't try, the path is quite rough and there is a lot of undergrowth. Wait until tomorrow when I'll clear it a bit more so you can all get to the hut."
Nadia knew when she was getting the brush off and was having none of it.
"Despite what you may think, I'm not such a princess that I can't cope with a few bushes ... oooh I think I can see the start of the path ... I'll see you in a few moments."
'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!'
After a few minutes Nadia appeared from the trees seemingly unfazed by scratches on her arms and legs. Crichton could not help but notice that the bikini looked even smaller close up and accentuated her sexy body. She smiled brightly at him as she approached before noticing the concrete structure.
"There you are Captain. Oh ... it is beautiful up here ... and it would make a good spot for a beacon don't you think? Is that the gun emplacement you talked about ... it looks very foreboding but then I guess it was meant to be. We still have lots in Russia that were left over from the Cold War, but hopefully will never be used."
She stood close to him as she looked back towards the beach and then spun round to look at the volcanic mountain behind her before trying to complete a full circle to look at the other side of the island. In doing so she stumbled and Crichton instinctively reached out to grab hold of her to stop her from falling. Despite having only reached for her arm to steady her she ended up wrapped against his chest and looked up at him with a look of adoration, which he knew was as fake as the stumble. In proof, her face morphed into a smirk and her ice blue eyes were dancing with mischief.
"Thank you Captain, you seem to like holding my body and it seems my body likes being held by your big strong arms ... you're making me quite horny."
He tried to step back but she laced her arms around his neck so he either had to accept her closeness or physically man-handle her off him. He chose the former but did not tighten his grip on her.
She smiled sultrily up at him as she felt him relax before grinding against him.
"I think you need to face the fact that you are going to fuck me ... in all my holes ... many many times before we get off this island, so I suggest you just accept the inevitable by starting now."
