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“I’m gonna come, baby. Are you close?”
“Yes, Lucas, yes.”
“Do it now. Come with me.”
She rocked her hips, rubbing her sensitive nub against me, and we exploded together. The rush and the heat more vivid than anything before. She slumped toward me. I was still half-hard buried inside her. I brushed back her curly dark hair, wild around her face, to see her sleepy brown eyes and glossy lips begging for me to taste them again.
I shifted and felt something cool and wet. That was strange. My eyes popped open. Again? What the … a wet dream? Was I fourteen?
Jo. Same dream, same result every night since I saw her naked in the mirror, her hands on those magnificent curves. The image of her was on a constant loop all Friday afternoon. I had to jack it that night to get to sleep. Did I have to rub one out every night to prevent this rude wake-up?
My brain shorted out that day. I didn’t know where to look first. Who knows how long I stared at her, trying to restart my thoughts. I’d considered going in there with her, stripping my clothes off, and taking her on the vanity counter. Her sassy mouth that barked orders to me in the day saidyes, Lucas, yesin my dream. I crawled out of bed to clean up.
Wednesday. I would face Jo again today for the first time sincethe incident.I’d apologized and tried to play it cool. She didn’t say more beyond her explanation of why she was stunningly, gloriously naked, and smelling like a flower field. She would be here this afternoon to cook, and I needed to have my shit together by then.
Once I was settled in the farm office with a big cup of coffee and one of Mom’s apple muffins, I checked my email and saw a new one from Detective Rivers. I emailed her a few days ago to check on the progress of the investigation and get an idea of when she expected it to wrap. She said new evidence was uncovered, and the investigation was expanding, but I didn’t know what that meant.
I shook my head. Cole. I no longer worked with guys from the Valley. Not everyone in tech was a bro, but the odds weren’t in my favor there. Seattle wasn’t perfect, just better odds. I would have to be more diligent in my background checks on people. Or I could go back to writing code. I still loved to code. I didn’t need the big money consulting promised. Maybe, I could do something for the fun of it and still make a difference in the world.
I’d been too busy to miss my consulting job much. Completing the software updates at the farm, I settled into a groove, managing payroll, taxes, and other financial components. I even renegotiated some leases on the fields across the road, saving us money, and I was setting up separate accounting for Finn’s mountain biking resort. I wasn’t making bank, but I was making a difference, here at least.
The right running gear made the February rain a non-issue most of the time, and I needed a good run in the clean, cool air to clear my head. I headed out at lunch, and with no city traffic to dodge, I let my mind wander. Thoughts about the investigation were constantly interrupted by images of shiny hair, deep warm eyes, and flawless skin. Jo’s body was hot as hell. I don’t know how I missed it at first, but now that I saw it, I couldn’t unsee it.
It hadn’t been in the plan for me to enjoy my time in Perry Harbor. But I had to admit there were perks like the sea air and hot chefs who cooked incredible meals. My mouth watered at the thought of having another one tonight.
After the run, I changed and finished my work in time to head home for a quick shower. I opted for jeans in the hope they would hide any ideas my dick had once I was in the same room with her curves.
She arrived at the usual time, and I greeted her at the door. She wore her typical uniform of baggy trousers and chef’s coat, but now I knew what lurked underneath them. I made eye contact and kept my eyes there with some effort.
“Hello.” She smiled, holding a grocery sack.
“The supplies came yesterday. Did you forget to order something?” I nodded to the bag.
“Oh, no, I picked these up today. The last of the fresh Dungeness. My neighbor’s a commercial fisherman and caught these for me. We’re making crab cakes. We’ll make a bunch and freeze them in batches for you to cook whenever.” Her words buzzed at the edge of my brain. Was this fisherman neighbor a guy? What else was hedoing for her? Was she dating him? I hated that idea.
“Awesome,” I said.
The fresh-caught crabs were cooked but not cleaned. You didn’t cook crab indoors unless you wanted your house to reek of shellfish for the foreseeable future. Cleaning them was also best done outside. I grabbed a large baking sheet from the cabinet. “I’ll take care of these while you get set up,” I said, thumbing over my shoulder to the back door.
“You know how to clean crab?”
“Of course. I can also ride a bike and kayak. Those are all required skills on the island.”
“Ah, right. Good. One less thing I have to show you.”
Oh baby, what I’d like to show you.Damn it. She was here five minutes, and already my inner voice went there. She hadn’t buttoned her chef’s coat yet, and the thin T-shirt she wore underneath enhanced my image of it clinging to her shape, highlighting a beaded nipple when she stood in front of the open fridge too long. I turned and practically ran out the back door.
Setting the crabs on the tray, I cleaned them near the driveway and used the garden hose to wash off the bodies. I wrapped most of the mess in the newspaper it was packed in and dropped it in the compost bin outside. Then washed anything else into the grass. The seagulls would take care of that.
“Another day of knife skills,” she said. “Chop that onion and celery into a fine dice. Small, so go slow. I’ll pick the crab since you probably know how to do that.”
“Makes sense. Knife recommendation?”
“Use one of the larger blades, the full-size chef’s knife. You want the blade to be bigger when dicing. It gives you better control and moves what’s cut away from where you’re working. Saves you some effort.”
“Don’t get me wrong, I love crab cakes, but they’re rich. I don’t see me eating them regularly.”
“You can eat anything you want as long asyoutake the time to make it from scratch. Don’t buy it frozen or pre-made. That makes it easy, and you end up eating a lot of high-calorie food. Homemade crab cakes sprayed with a little ghee and air fried are not bad for you and served with a power greens salad, and lemon vinaigrette, make a satisfying light lunch or supper. And your body has had rich, decadent food and won’t send your brain signals that you want ice cream or a donut.”
