Fathom

Jonah Park stays aboard The Fathom after the last charter guests have gone. The systems diagnostics are supposed to take another hour. The cove is quiet. The only other men left on the yacht are the captain and the first mate.Rafael Dominguez is massive, deliberate, and absolute—deep bronze skin, silver at the temples, a voice that does not need volume to own the deck. Callum Byrne is taller, rangy, copper-haired, freckled, and filthier with his mouth. They lock the hatches, kill the exterior lights, and decide the open water and the dark cabin are enough privacy for what they want.What starts against the chart table under the low cabin lights moves to the master berth and the open aft deck where the risk of a distant running light or a crackle on the radio is part of the heat. They take him hard and thorough, keep him open, fill him, and make sure Jonah understands exactly who the empty hours after a charter belong to now.Jonah came to finish a job. He stays for the two men who lock the yacht, turn the lights low, and rewrite what a private berth is for.