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“Okay, swim to me.” I stand static, waiting for her to push herself away and either sink or swim. I’m far enough away for her to have to make a few strokes but close enough to be there if she goes under. And when she finally lets go, her head stays above the water.

She moves naturally through the water, even if it is a little childlike, and I move back, widening the gap between us, giving her more space. The smile on her face increases to a full-on beam, and when I eventually let her get to me, she bursts from the water like an excited child.

“I did it. I can swim,” she cries out, barely catching any breath before her lips crush onto mine.

“Now, I do recall you making me a promise,” she whispers. I fucking love how much her confidence has grown the past few weeks, and it still chokes me when I think back to that scared girl who needed permission to use the bathroom.

“I did.” This time it’s me who checks out our surroundings, and when I see the coast is clear, I move us back toward the deck. Her lips rub together as I take her hands and guide them to hold on to the railings above her head. She's anchored so tight to my body that I have to squeeze my hand between us to reach into her panties. Her pussy is already slick, and I massage her clit with my thumb, watching her head tilt back and her body bob with the lapping water.

“I missed you,” she whispers, despite the fact I’ve only been gone a few hours.

“And I couldn’t wait to get back to you,” I confess. I never thought I’d say that to anyone, but I mean every word; this girl is on my mind twenty-four-seven. Some might call that obsessive and wrong. But there’s nothing about me and this girl or the world we live in that passes as normal. So to hell with it.

“Don’t make me wait anymore,” she wriggles her hips to get more friction from my fingers.

“Yes, ma’am,” I obey, tugging her panties to the side and letting my cock seek her out. She strains as I ease inside her. It doesn’t matter how many times she’s taken me these past few weeks, I know it still causes her discomfort.

It's a pain that always eases, but still one I feel bad for creating. Especially since her tight pussy feels so fucking perfect as it flinches.

It doesn’t take her long to adjust, and as soon as she does, I pull back enough to enjoy the look on her face as I thrust in and out of her in a slow, steady motion. She hums like an angel, my fucking angel.

Her fingers release the railing, moving to grip my back so she can scrape her nails through my skin while her lips press against my neck.

“I’m gonna come,” she warns me, and as much as I love the way she gives me a running commentary of what I do to her. She doesn’t need to. I can already tell by the way she clamps around me, sucking me in and holding me goddamn prisoner.

“That’s so nice,” she mewls. “Just don’t stop.”

Her legs tighten around my hips as she comes, and the tiny pants she makes against my skin forces me to release with her.

Thanks to the Doc, she’s now protected, so I can come inside her as often as I like.

“Fuck,” I growl, having to grab the deck rail to steady myself.

I’m still waiting for the world to throw me off. To wake up in an empty bed and realize all this was just a cruel dream.

“You good?” she asks with that seductive little smile she seems to have perfected since I took her innocence.

She’s a product of the fucking devil now.

“I’m good,” I manage, still bringing myself back to earth. I can feel the pulse in my fucking throat.

I take her with me as I back away from the deck, moving us through the water as she tips back her head and lets her hair fan out around her.

“Screwy.” My brother's voice sounds urgent as it calls through my cabin, and immediately, I pull Lydia tight to me, very aware of the fact she’s naked.

“Lydia!” a female voice calls this time, and Maddy and Squealer appear on my deck, with Alex coming a few seconds behind them.

I can tell by my brother’s face it ain’t good news. Yet Maddy looks like she’ll burst with excitement.

Lydia looks at me cautiously as I keep her tight to my body and swim us closer.

“I found you,” Maddy tells her with a big bright smile that she can’t contain. “I actually found you, Lydia.”

Her words hit me like a lead weight threatening to drag me under, and I clutch at my girl a little tighter as I let the meaning of what Maddy just said sink in.

I’m speechless, and everyone is looking at me like they’re waiting to hear me say something. Screwy sends Alex, Squealer, and Maddy back inside his cabin so we can get out of the water, and he treats me with absolute silence as he roughly pulls his clothes back onto his wet body with a fierce scowl on his face. I forget the fact that I’m naked, my body dripping onto his wooden deck until he picks up my dress and tosses it at me. Then he heads inside like he’s mad at me.

I quickly throw it back over my head and follow him inside

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