“What are you staring at?” he asks me, noticing my lingering eyes.
“Your pale legs,” I answer, matter-of-factly. He narrows his brown-eyed gaze at me.
“It’s been winter!” His tone is defensive and makes me laugh. “Hang on,” he calls out over the din created by the onboard motor starting up, and rumbling vibrations spread through the boat. He shoots away from the land into the middle of the lake before cutting the engine, the sudden quiet feels unexpected.
After he gets us settled, he shows me the stash of snacks and drinks in the cooler and offers to cover me in sunscreen. He pulls a baseball cap from under his seat and, tucking a few loose strands of hair behind my ears, settles the green hat with ‘Waylon’s’ written across it on my head.
“It’ll protect your eyes; it’s bright today,” he tells me gruffly when I look at him a little too indulgently as he dotes on me. He helps me cast my rod and we relax. I prop my bare toes on the side of the boat and let the sun caress my skin. I should have a nice bronze glow by the end of the day.
“Tell me about where you grew up?” His deep voice breaks the silence as we sit. I haven’t felt so much as a tiny nibble on my line.
“Oh,” I think of what to say about home, “I grew up in a small town near the coast in North Carolina. It’s beautiful there but,” I make a show of looking around, “Montana mightbe in competition. I spent my entire childhood on the beach, like a TV show. Have you ever seen Dawson’s Creek?”
“Um, I don’t think so.”
“Well, they filmed it near where I grew up, and a bunch of romance book adaptations. I miss it.”
“How did you end up in a ditch in Inspiration?” His question is exactly what I expect. It’s a reasonable thing to be curious about, but I’m not ready to tell him.
“I’ve been traveling for a while. My parents died a few years ago. They left me a little money, and I’ve been using it to travel.” I feel the line I’m holding go taut and a gentle tug. “Duke,” I whisper. I’m not sure why, it feels right.
“What?” He looks over at me, concern on his face.
“I think,” just as I am speaking, the tug becomes more insistent and my pole is pulled, “I have a FISH!” I screech as my pole is almost yanked from between my hands. Duke jumps up and grabs it from me, reeling it in as the pole bends under the force of the obvious sea monster tugging on it.
“Duke, it’s gotta be huge, right?” I ask as he struggles to reel the line in, his own pole discarded at the bottom of the boat.
“Grab the net!”
I look around, suddenly forgetting everything he explained about fishing now that there’s a fish on the hook. I wave my hands around trying to figure out where the net is.
Where the hell are you? This is a tiny boat!
Spying it half under the seat I was sitting on, I grab it just as Duke starts leaning over the side of the boat, pulling the giant beast to the surface. A fin breaks through, a tan little thing.
“Give me the net.” He passes me the pole while he takes the net from me. I wrestle to keep the rod from being wrenched from my hand as Duke leans over and scoops the Loch Ness monster into the net.
Holding it up, he shows me my prize. It’s a tiny trout, half the size of my arm.
“What the fuck? Why is it so small?” I burst out laughing.
“It’s not nice to ask why he’s small, Caroline, you’ll hurt his feelings.”
Chapter 15
As She’s Walking Away
Duke
I knew bringing Caroline fishing was a good idea. This was way better than I imagined. Seeing the excitement on her face when she hooked a fish, only for her to find this tiny trout in the net is absolutely hilarious, and I’m doing everything I can to subdue my mirth.
“So, do you want to keep your tiny fish or throw it back?” I ask her, holding it high in the air. “I can take a picture of you holding it if you want.”
“Duke, you better stop teasing me, or so help me God.” She looks at me with narrowed eyes. “Throw him back, he’s just a baby.” She plops down on the bench, crossing her arms over her chest, the most adorable pout sticking out her lower lip. Flipping the net over, I drop the little guy back where he came from.
Reaching under the seat, I pull out my waterless soap and wash up before rinsing with water from the cooler. Squattingdown, I kneel between Caroline’s knees and take her face in my hands.
“You’re so damn adorable.” Leaning forward, I take her lip between my teeth and give it a small nip. She melts into my embrace before nearly falling onto me from her bench. Grabbing her hips, I pull her down onto my lap, her knees bracketing my hips. Leaning against my chair, I pull her mouth to mine and again, we are dry humping. Instantly, all the blood, and thoughts in my head, flood into my cock.
