"Yeah?" He gave her a crooked smile that almost hurt, he was so turned on. "I like that idea. That means I can see and touch all of you." Her eyes darkened. "Yes." She lifted up, guided his cock to her opening, and slowly began sinking onto him. David held her thighs. She braced her hands on his chest. It was incredible...seeing her face, watching her expressive eyes and the telling way her lips parted and her breasts rose with each deepened breath. "A little more," he urged, and her eyes closed as she wiggled, seating herself fully upon him. Neither of them moved. David gasped for air, Bonnie's body clenched and relaxed around him. "I can feel you throbbing." she said. He groaned and couldn't stop the lifting of his hips. Through his teeth, he growled, "I'm a nanosecond away from coming." "Really?" She smiled down at him, then lifted. "Really." She dropped and he said, "Bonnie..." "I like this. Do you?" Groaning again, he cupped her breasts, brushed her nipples with
“Could you maybe make that sound more analytical? I don’t think my therapist heard you.” She retorted. Safe to say? What was safe with this conversation? “I bet he or she would say you’re deflecting with humor.” She narrowed her eyes. Was he playing with her? “Look, I'm in no mood to talk about that right now," he said. “I—” She stared at him. What was happening here? What had happened to the affable, playful, fun-to-be-around David? What had happened to the guy who made love to her so passionately last night? Was he picking a fight to deflect from what he was feeling? “Why does it seem as if we’re having two separate conversations?” she asked. “Probably because we are. Okay…” He was speaking in very calm, determined syllables. “We need to look at this situation realistically. We are two very different people who come from two very different worlds. That can add a spark or ten to an intense situation.” She tilted her head to one side. “You’re saying that whatever we’re feeling has
“Stop It, duchess.” David batted away the latest blueberry Duchess sent soaring in his direction. “If you aren’t going to eat, leave it alone.” Duchess made a trilling sound in her throat. “Leave it alone. Leave it aloooooone!” “That’s not a song.”....That he knew of. In the past few hours, his head had finally stopped throbbing and his vision cleared. He was thinking clearly enough now to admit his conversation with Bonnie might have been triggered by his own curiosity about where they went from here. The closer they got to High Tide Harbor, the more he wondered if there was any way to fit her into his life. It was an impossible question to answer. He wasn’t good for her. He knew that… and with his kind of job, a relationship with her was definitely going to crash. He could want everything for her, want to be with her, to hold her, kiss her, spend endless days out on the rioting ocean with her, but none of that meant anything if she was simply moving from one life chosen for her
“Nice reels.” he said “I found this box of tackle, too. They look handmade.” She handed him the metal box, then shielded her eyes and looked up. “This is good timing. Dusk is setting in.” Even though it was late in the day, they may still have a chance of catching something. “They’ll work, yeah?” “They’ll work.” He examined the rod she handed to him. “So will this. Want me to check—?” “I’ve got it.” She didn’t snap, just made the simple declaration. She chose her own tackle from the box and tied it on. A few minutes later she was casting off and taking a seat in the chair beside him. “You’ve definitely done this before.” He repeated her actions, got a bit more distance than she had and set the pole down in the receptacle on the arm of his chair. “I was thinking about grabbing a beer. You want one?” “No, thanks. But I’ll take some wine.” She replied. “Good idea. I’ll join you.” Forced politeness, Bonnie thought as he disappeared below deck, had its advantages. He’d set new gr
“She made the trip out instead of Bryan,” David’s muffled voice said from inside the hatch. “Oh, I know who you are. David mentioned you….a lot. There was an issue with one of the tour boats. Had to take precedence,” Mavis explained. She sat on the padded bench and scooted over to make room for Bonnie. “And seeing as I have the next forty-eight hours off, I thought I’d do a few favors and come help this pirate find his way. I grabbed a few hours of sleep, then took a boat. Sorry if we woke you up.” “Don’t be.” Bonnie felt a tinge of guilt at having neglected her morning duties. She’d begun to enjoy the schedule she and David had established together. “I’m not clear headed just yet. Give me a minute.” She quickly poured some coffee. Two sips later, she felt the day shift into focus. “Okay, that’s better.” She sighed in a way that had Mavis grinning. “Oh, yeah,” Mavis said. “You and I are going to get along fine.” Bonnie smiled. Any unease she might have felt at her melted away. “H
David stayed where he was and avoided Mavis’s probing gaze as Mandy and Bonnie went below deck. He didn’t have time for the regret surging through him. He’d known from the moment he’d made love to her that he needed to find a way to get her off his boat, especially after that awkward conversation they had. Leave it to Mavis to unintentionally give him the out he needed. “Hold up there, Dave.” Mavis stooped down and grabbed his arm before he could resume his repairs. “What’s going on, David?” “I need to work on my boat,” David explained, but there was no point in trying to hide anything from Mavis. Sometimes she knew him almost better than he knew himself. “Please. You’ll have this thing up and running in a few hours. You’re trying to get rid of her. Why? You two are not getting along?” She narrowed her eyes. “Or maybe you’re getting along too well.” He and Mavis had one rule between them. They didn’t lie to each other. That meant, at this moment, it was better to stay silent. Bett
“I left you the book you started. And a few others.” Bonnie shrugged. “If I missed anything else I guess I’ll see you in a couple days.” He didn’t miss the detached tone in her voice. “I appreciate you bringing me here. The journey has been amazing and the adventure I hoped it would be.” “We’ll go wait on the boat.” Mavis gave Mandy a substantial push to wipe the curious expression off the teenager’s face. “Move it, Man.” she said. “No fair. It was just getting good.” Mandy grumbled. Bonnie tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and looked at David. “This is because I asked you where we go from here, isn’t it? You're pushing me away because I asked if we have a future together?” “Me sending you off with Mavis?” He could lie to her. He probably should, if for no other reason than he didn’t want to think about her leaving with that sad and disappointed look in her beautiful eyes, but he couldn't lie. “Partially. You need to get unstuck, Bonnie.” “From what? From you? And who determ
One of those lies Mavis predicted he’d tell himself, David supposed. But it was one he could live with. It would soften the blow for whatever was going to happen. He settled in on the deck of Blue Blood, sipping his beer, Duchess perched on the railing beside him, and drifted off to sleep beneath the rising moon. And dreamed of going home to Bonnie. —------------ David was finally ready to begin his journey to High Tide Harbor when he got a message notification on his phone. He opened the email, and was pissed when he saw who the message came from. David hissed. Same unknown guy who had been sending those threatening messages. The idiot had given up for a while only to return now…probably to resume those empty threats. His eyes quickly scanned the message and his heart dropped into his stomach. The message read: 'You probably thought that I had forgotten about you, and I don't blame you. I was just waiting for the perfect time to strike….Trying to figure out what to do to hurt