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Chapter Twenty-Two
Rhenn
I made an early morning trip to Harriston to pick up a few extra supplies and meet Jeff, my boss’s brother. I guess, technically, while I’m working in North Carolina, Jeff’s my boss too. They’re both electricians and own thriving businesses in both states. We all hold the certifications we need to cross state lines and work wherever the brothers may need us. When I arrived in Harriston, Jeff called to let me know his youngest was sick, so he couldn’t meet up with me. So, after grabbing what I needed from the shop and one quick trip to the electrical supply store, I headed back to Rockland Falls a bit earlier than expected.
Marissa was at her place when I arrived, and even though I thought about heading to her place for a bit (preferably naked), when I realized her sister was there, I decided to just head out to my boat for a bit. I really haven’t been alone much since I arrived. I’ve spent a lot more of my free time than I would have anticipated with Marissa. First, just because I enjoyed spending time with her, but now, we’re enjoying a lot of time together in bed too.
A lot.
My healthy sex drive is certainly appreciating this work trip.
I’m planning to head back to shore in a bit to help Marissa and her siblings work on the house. The electrical work is on track, and if I were being completely honest, could be completed as early as Wednesday. But I won’t let that happen. Any other job, I’d be jumping for joy at finishing early, ready to head back home. Not this one. The idea of completing the job early makes me feel like someone drove a butter knife into my chest. Hurts like hell. Instead, I’ll draw out those last few days, making sure to soak up as much of Marissa as I can.
Then I’ll leave.
And won’t look back.
Knowing she’s coming home with me tonight has me running around, picking up dirty clothes and washing the few dishes in the sink. Almost all of the time I’ve spent on here in the last week has been with her, and the last thing I’ve wanted to do when she’s with me is clean. Balls deep inside her sweet pussy has been my favorite pastime, though I realize how much of a dog that makes me sound like. I don’t know what it is about her, but she’s different. I know it, and at least now, I’m acknowledging it too.
When the downstairs no longer looks and smells like ass, I head back on deck. We’re taking the boat out tonight, heading down the coast a short ways to a little island area, and I want to make sure everything is ready to set sail. Even with the short twenty minute sail, I still want to feel her to stretch her legs in the open sea. And when we arrive at our destination, I might be able to feel Marissa stretch her legs too.
Speaking of Marissa, I automatically glance toward the shore. I’m not sure what she’s doing this morning, and even though a big part of me is anxious to get up there and spend more time with her, I refrain from jumping in the johnboat and heading to shore. It will do me (and her) a bit of good to spend a few minutes apart. I’ve been up her ass (figuratively, that is – unfortunately, not literally) since the moment she proposed our little two-week friends with benefits arrangement, and it won’t hurt me any to start to pull back.
There’s something on the shore that pulls my attention.
Actually, it’s someone.
Someone is lying in the sun on the beach not too far away from the Grayson dock. Even though I can’t see who it is, my blood starts to zing through my body and pool at my dick. It’s like I already know who, I’m just not sure why. Is she hurt? What the hell is she doing on the beach?
Grabbing the binoculars from beneath the captain’s chair, I point them in her direction to make sure everything is okay. I realize right away, she’s face down, but the moment I see the towel, book in her hand, and bottle of water beside her head, I realize that she’s not injured, but sunbathing.
I step up to the railing, in total stalker fashion, and quietly observe her smooth, clear skin as she reads a paperback. She’s wearing that tiny blue bikini – the one she says reminds her of my eyes – and her body is covered in a fine sheen of sweat. My cock is already hard and aching in my pants, and it’s probably a good thing I’m a short boat ride away, or I’m liable to take her right there on the beach.
And then I notice her back.
Or what’s missing.
There’s no bikini strings.
“Fuck,” I growl, loving the shit out of the way the sun is kissing almost every square inch of her body.
I lean farther over the railing, the biggest douchiest douche of them all as I perv on the sexy woman on the beach. I should stop. I should put the binoculars down and walk away, head downstairs. Jack off. There will definitely be some of that. But I should not be the man who watches a woman while sunbathing topless on the privacy of her own land. But she is out in the open where anyone could happen upon her. A boat could come in, a jogger run by, one of the contractors come looking for her. My blood starts to boil as I imagine someone finding her like that, nearly naked with her soft skin so exposed for everyone to see.
See, I’m not perving, I’m protecting.
Right?
No, you’re right. I’m totally perving.
I’ll walk away.
Just give me one last moment to memorize this image of her like this…
Then she turns over.
“Holy fuck,” I gasp, leaning over just a little too far.
And that’s when I fall overboard.
