Lucky Score (The Hawkeyes Hockey Series Book 6)

Driving out to my favorite fishing spot, I can’t stop myself from glancing over at Brynn every few minutes since we left the marina.

She looks relaxed, sitting on the bench that runs along the boat’s side, watching the ocean go by as we cut through the deep blue water.

Her long tan legs stretch out in front of her on the cushion, and cross at her ankles. I follow them up her thighs until they disappear under her tight denim shorts. I know what that soft skin feels like under my fingertips.

When Cammy first walked up to the boat to ask if Brynn could come, my first reaction was to deny her request. I’ve spent the last couple of days keeping my distance from Brynn so that I don’t do something stupid again, like push her up against the side of a building and put my hand up her dress.

But then Cammy told me about the list.

A fucking list of things she needs to do to better herself for her asshole ex-fiancé.

It’s hard enough not to demand an answer for why the hell she puts up with her ex but what Brynn does after she leaves in a few days and heads back to Seattle, is none of my business. I doubt we’ll ever cross paths again. We’ve lived across the street from each other for years and neither of us have noticed the other person from the windows of our apartments before, there’s no reason for that to change.

The difference is, now I know that her apartment is directly across the street and on the same level as mine.

I guess I’ll be living in my apartment for the next couple of years with the window shades pulled down until I retire and move to Mexico more permanently. I don’t need to witness Brynn living an unsatisfied sex life with the prick who doesn’t deserve her.

We finally make it to our destination almost an hour later. Now that it’s just after five o’clock, we won’t have much time to fish, if we want to get back before dark.

I kill the engine and walk out of the cockpit and onto the main deck.

‘Are we here?’ she asks, swinging her legs off the cushions and planting her pair feet on the boat’s decking.

‘This is where I’ve had the most luck catching fish this year, so we’ll try here first. If we don’t get anything, we’ll move on. The goal is to get you a fish today.’

‘Aren’t you going to fish, too? I assume you didn’t bring the boat all the way out here just for me.’

I don’t look back over at her as I head down the steps toward the fishing deck at the back of the boat. I pull out a fishing rod from the cabinet I keep them in and start setting up a spot for her in the right corner of the boat.

‘Don’t worry about why I’m out here. You wanted to fish, right? So, let’s get fishing.’

‘Ok…’ she says softly, standing behind me as I prep her fishing rod and bait the hook for her.

‘You’ve never fished before?’ I ask.

‘I went lake fishing a handful of times with my dad and brother when I was a kid. We stood on the shore to fish, but I never caught anything. This is my first-time fishing in the ocean… or in a boat. It seemed like a good opportunity to try while I was here,’ she says, stepping around me to get a closer look at what I’m doing.

She watches every movement I make as if jotting down notes for future use.

‘It’s not all that different from fishing on the shore. You just need to cast the line out, slowly reel it in, and wait.’

I demonstrate the movement, sending the line out into the water with a smooth flick of my wrist and then show her how to reel it all the way back in. Once I complete the action from start to finish, I hand her the rod to try.

She takes the fishing rod from me and then mimics my movements. Her cast isn’t perfect, but with a little practice, she’ll improve. The bait at the end of the line makes a small splash when it hits the water. ‘Like this?’

‘Here, let me show you what it should feel like.’ I move closer, wrapping my arms around either side of her. The swaying of the ocean causes her back to glide across my chest occasionally as I reel the line back in. Once the line comes out of the water, I adjust her grip slightly, trying to ignore how her ass rubs against my cock every time the waves in the ocean have her losing her footing and swaying back into me. She doesn’t have her sea legs yet. ‘Hold it like this. It gives you better control,’ I say and then move her hands into a better position on the rod.

A bigger wave hits against the boat, swaying us harder than the waves before. Her breath hitches when I grip her hips and pull her back against my chest to steady her and keep her from losing her balance.

‘You ok?’ I ask over her shoulder before I release my hold on her.

‘Yeah,’ she says, clearing her throat. ‘I’m fine. How are you so good at keeping your balance?’

‘Exceptional balance is part of the job description for a hockey player and I spend a lot of time on my boat during the off-season. Are you ready to try again?’

‘I’m ready,’ she says, glancing down at her hands on the fishing rod.

I place my hands over hers and pull her hands back as she clutches the fishing rod. I guide her wrists over her shoulder, and then, with a flick of both of our wrists, we send the fishing line reeling out toward the ocean.

‘Was that better?’ she asks.

Her cast could still improve, but it’s good enough for today, and since she’s leaving in three days, I won’t likely get another chance to work on it with her.

I release her hands and let her take it from here.

‘It was a lot better. Did you feel the difference?’ I ask.

She swallows hard and then nods. ‘Yeah… I feel the difference.’

I can’t see her expression, but something in the tone of her voice has me wondering if we’re still talking about fishing.

The tricky thing about questions is that they most often lead to answers. Sometimes, those answers are ones we’re not ready for.

‘Will you fish with me?’ she asks, looking over her shoulder. ‘I feel a little self-conscious with you just standing there watching.’

‘You shouldn’t feel self-conscious; you’re doing great.’

However, using fishing as a distraction to keep my mind off of Brynn, isn’t a bad idea.

I grab one of the other fishing rods that I keep on board and do the same thing to prep my line. Then, I take up the opposite corner of the fishing deck and cast out my own line.

‘What are we fishing for?’ she asks.

‘There’s a lot of options out here but in this spot, I’ve caught a lot of kingfish, mackerel, and snapper, among other things.’

‘Have you ever caught anything really big out here?’

‘Not in this spot. If you wanted to fish for bigger game, we’d use fishing rods and reels with a higher weight rating and different bail. Plus, you’d need to be strapped in.’

‘Strapped in?’ she asks, looking over at me, her eyebrows stitching together.

‘I’m guessing you’ve never seen anyone reel in a monster. It would rip your tiny little body right out of this boat.’

‘Oh…’ she says, looking back out to the ocean.

I chuckle to myself at the look of her disappointment. Did she think we were going to come out here and she was going to hook a trophy Marlin on her first try?

‘Let’s start with trying to catch your first fish, then we’ll take it from there, huh?’

She nods slowly but doesn’t look back at me as she slowly reels her line back in just like I instructed.

Her list didn’t specify which kind of fish she wanted to catch, only that she wanted to go deep sea fishing.

We stand there, on opposite sides of the boat, our lines in the water and silence swallowing all the words I want to say to her about the list and the dick she’s doing them all for. The only sound is the gentle lapping of the ocean water against the side of the boat.

It’s going to start getting dark in the next couple of hours and we’ll need to head back. If I want to say something about Daniel and this list, now is the time.

‘Cammy told me about your list,’ I say, breaking the silence.

Brynn stiffened slightly. ‘Did she now?’

‘She said that you have a list of things to check off before you get back together with Daniel.’ I glance over at her, finding her turned halfway towards me and a guarded look in her eyes. ‘That’s what this is all about, right?’

She clears her throat, still slowly reeling in her line.

‘It’s not all about him. I know that there are things about me that I can improve on. And there’s nothing wrong with wanting to try new things and become a more open person who is adventurous and wants to experience new things.’

‘You’re right. There isn’t anything wrong with wanting to try something new, but be honest with me. Did you make this list strictly because it was your idea, or did you start it because Daniel made you think you need to improve something about yourself before you get back together?’

She doesn’t respond immediately, and the silence is the answer I hoped isn’t true.

‘It’s a bucket list. That’s all it is,’ she says but we both know that it’s more than that.

‘You named it the ‘Fix-Me’ list, Brynn,’ I say, my voice sterner with her than before.

‘I know what I named it. And that was private. You were never supposed to know about that?’ she argues.

‘Why? Because if other people knew that your future husband manipulated you into giving him a hall pass, convinced you that your lack of orgasms isn’t his incompetence in the bedroom, and made you believe that there’s something wrong with you that you need to fix, that you’d have to finally face the truth?’

I can see the fire burn in her eyes. She doesn’t like that I’m calling out her relationship, and maybe I shouldn’t have.

‘The truth?’ she asks. ‘What’s the truth then, Seven? You seem to know everything about Daniel… about me… about our relationship. For a guy who hasn’t had a long-term, meaningful relationship for most of his adult life, please enlighten me with your holy hockey wisdom, and whatever you do, don’t leave anything out.’

Every word she speaks drips with sarcasm.

I don’t answer. There’s nothing I can say in response that will defuse this situation and get her to see where I’m coming from. I want her to see that there’s nothing wrong with her. He’s the one with the issues.

If those daggers in her eyes weren’t pointed at me, I’d probably applaud her for standing her ground, but instead, all I want to do is shake her until she wakes up and sees that Daniel is using her. But this is her life and her relationship—I should have left it alone.

Besides, what difference does it make to me if she ends up with Daniel?

She’s staying with him because he’s promised to marry her. Based on that information alone, I can assume that Brynn wants the one thing I’ve been avoiding giving any woman for the last two decades, —a relationship.

There was a time when I wanted that more than anything… more than hockey. Then I learned how painful it can be when you give someone access to one of the most vital organs of the human body—your heart—and they decide to take a chainsaw to it.

I reel in my line and set my fishing rod in the plastic holster attached to the inside edge of the boat. Somehow, I’m no longer in the mood to fish.

She shakes her head with irritation and then turns back towards the ocean, continuing to reel in her line.

I head up the stairs towards the cockpit to grab my phone and check the time. But mostly, it’s just an excuse to get a little space between us. We both need to cool off.

‘I got something!’ I hear Brynn yell behind me as I take my first step up the stairs.

I turn quickly to see Brynn fighting against the line and digging her feet in as whatever fish she has on the line is pulling her closer and closer to the edge of the boat. Whatever fish it is, it’s large enough to have the fishing rod practically bent in half.

Before I can react, the fish forces Brynn to take two large steps forward in a game of tug-of-war that Brynn has no chance of winning.

‘Brynn! Let go of the rod,’ I yell.

‘I can get it. Just give me a chance!’ she argues.

‘It’s going to pull you in. Let go!’ I yell once more.

When she doesn’t listen, I jump off the stairs and head straight for her. She’s determined to reel in this fish, and though I would appreciate her determination at any other time… this fish is about to take her overboard, and if it does, I’ll have no choice but to jump in after her.

If Brynn doesn’t come back up for air, neither will I.

I won’t go home without her.

‘No it won’t, I almost have it,’ she yells back, her eyes locked on the fishing rod, trying without success to move the reel forward.

The fish jerks her again, this time pulling hard enough to smash Brynn’s hip right into the solid white fiberglass of the boat.

‘Let go, Brynn!’ I say, running toward her.

The fish thrashes again, as I thought it would, and pulls Brynn up onto the side of the boat.

She lets out a shriek just before I get to her and wrap one arm around her while my other hand yanks out the small knife I have in my pocket and slice the line to the fishing rod, letting the fish get away.

We stubble back into the boat with my arm protectively around her until I’m sure she has her footing.

I let out a sigh of relief—Brynn’s safe in the boat and not at the bottom of the ocean.

‘Why did you do that? I told you that I almost had it,’ she says.

‘Because you didn’t have it. That fish was about to drown you. You’re welcome for me saving your life, by the way.’

She turns back to look out at the ocean.

There’s no evidence of the fish that got away, but when she turns back to look at me, she’s beaming—the polar opposite facial expression she had a moment ago.

‘I can’t believe I just caught a fish!’ she says, her smile so bright; it’s almost painful to see that after over a week together, this is the first time I’ve seen her really smile. ‘Oh my God… feel my heartbeat.’

She lifts my right hand and brings it up to her chest, laying it flat against her body.

My hand covers her heart and most of her left breasts.

I don’t need to be reminded of how her bare breasts feel in my hands. I remember it vividly from days ago. My cock twitches the moment I feel her hard nipple under her tank top.

Does she know I can feel it?

‘It’s racing from catching that fish.’ Her entire face is lit up with excitement. ‘Can you feel that?’

I nod, feeling the pounding heartbeat. ‘Yeah, I can feel it. It matches mine,’ I admit, though my heart races for different reasons.

Without warning, she reaches toward me. The heat of her fingertips glides up my ribcage until her palm rests over my left pec.

‘It’s beating almost as fast as mine,’ she says, her hand covering the organ she’s infiltrated so easily despite my best efforts to keep her out.

I drop my hand from her body. If I keep it there any longer, she’ll end up laid out on the bed below the deck cabin with my head between her thighs and my handprint on her ass.

‘It’s racing from watching you almost get pulled overboard,’ I admit.

Her eyes reach up to mine—her eyebrows softening.

Her eyes meet mine, her eyebrows softening. ‘That’s one way to get me out of your life for good. You’d never have to worry about me sneaking onto your boat again uninvited,’ she smirks, but nothing about the idea is funny to me.

Losing Brynn to Daniel is bad enough; losing her to the ocean is something I’d never get over and something I’ll never let happen. If the ocean requires one of us, it can take me. As long as I’m of sound mind and body, I won’t ever allow a single strand of hair on her head to be harmed.

‘Where did you get that from? I don’t want you out of my life for good,’ I say, but Brynn rolls her eyes in response. ‘And what part of the last week and a half leads you to believe that I’d let you get hurt? If you would have gotten pulled in, I would have dove in after you.’

Her eyebrows pull together, and her pink lips turn down into a frown. A look of confusion covers her beautiful features.

‘You would have gone in after me? Why would you do that?’ she asks, her eyes frantically searching mine.

‘Because there’s no limit to what I’d do to keep you safe. And I wouldn’t have bothered to come back up for air unless you were coming up with me.’

She gives a slight shake of her head.

‘That’s ridiculous. You’re saying that you’d risk drowning to protect a girl you don’t even like. That makes no sense.’

‘You think I don’t like you? Nothing could be further from the truth.’

She clucks her tongue to the roof of her mouth, rolling her eyes and then turns to walk away from me.

I gently grip her wrist and spin her back to face me.

She’s ready with her rebuttal the second our eyes connect again. ‘Of course, it’s the truth. You couldn’t get me out of your house soon enough; you avoid me at any cost, you—’

I interrupt her from listing any other infractions she’s ready to hold against me. I’ve fucked up over and over again; it’s not as if I’m not well aware of all the things I wish I could do over with her. But the more I let her in, the harder it will be to let her go.

‘None of it has anything to do with not liking you. It’s the opposite. It’s because it’s getting harder and harder to keep my hands to myself whenever you’re close by. I’ve kept distance between us so I don’t slip up and we end up repeating what happened outside of Scallywag’s’

She rolls her eyes again like she doesn’t believe me.

‘You could have fooled me. You’re making it look pretty easy to keep your distance from where I stand.’

She has no idea how difficult it’s been for me to stay away.

How I hear her voice singing at the top of her lungs to the music on the radio whenever I drive my Jeep.

How I take a deep, inhale every time I walk into my bathroom because it still smells like her shampoo, though she took the bottles when she left.

How much I hate seeing the mug she used for her daily tea sitting vacant and idle on my kitchen counter.

Something in me snaps and my feral craving for her is too strong to ignore anymore. I hate that she believes I don’t want her. I’ll never be her worthless ex who wants her when it’s convenient. Is that how she sees me?

I have to touch her. I have to know what it feels like to hold her in my arms again. And I need her to know that she’s wanted… she’s wanted by me.

Soon, we’ll both be back in Seattle, living separate lives, and this could be my last chance to prove that to her. If she’s about to spend her life with a man who can’t satisfy her and gave her up once to stick his cock in anything that moved while on work vacation in Australia, I want her to remember that there was once a man who worshiped every inch of her.

‘You think this has been easy for me?’ I say, taking a step closer. She holds her ground and straightens her spine defiantly. ‘If you want the truth, Brynn… it’s that I can’t stop thinking about you—day and night—whether we’re together or we’re apart.’

Her eyes widen as my hand wraps around her back and pull her to me.

I bend down, pressing my lips to hers and inhale her gasp.

She wasn’t expecting me to kiss her… and neither was I until I could no longer hold myself back.

I should be keeping my distance—I should be resisting this pull towards her at every turn.

It only takes seconds for her rigid body to soften, melting into me. Her hands come up, gripping my shirt just below my collarbone as she pulls me closer to her.

I pull her back with me as I back up, taking a seat on the back bench by the stairs.

Our lips don’t break from each other, not even for a moment as my hands travel down further to grip around her hips, pulling her into my lap. She releases my shirt, and then her arms reach up, securing around the back of my neck for stability.

She comes willing, not an inkling of hesitation in her body language or her kiss.

I pull her further up my lap until her shapely ass is nestled atop my growing erection.

A little gasp of surprise and excitement flows through her lips against mine when she feels how hard I am between her thighs. Pride fills my chest that I’m able to garner that reaction for her again.

She’s no stranger to what’s behind my board shorts and if this continues, she’ll have a repeat performance of what I can do with it.

‘He’s wrong about the list Brynn. You’re perfect the way you are and if it were up to me, you wouldn’t change anything.’

She pulls me tighter, her mouth opening for me, and I take her offering, sliding my tongue over her bottom lip first and then swiping gently into her mouth to taste her tongue.

She tastes sweet, just like she always does. Her hum of approval when I slip my tongue in and take her mouth, has me ready to lay her on the teak wood of the deck, completely naked and let the sea air listen to the way I fuck her. I should take her to the bed in the downstairs cabin to shield her from the rare potential of another boat coming close by but the twenty steps to get us there is too damn long to wait when it’s felt like months… no, years, since the last time I’ve had her.

I need her naked now so that I can consume every inch of the woman I can’t stop thinking about.

I want to hear her whimper out my name every time I drive into her, bottoming out in her tight pussy until she comes and her body pulsates over me, gripping me and bringing me to my own release.

‘One last time… before you leave and head back to Seattle,’ I say, staring down at her swollen lips that I caused with my own.

‘One last time,’ she agrees.

Having her one more time isn’t enough—it will never be enough, but I have to stop this addiction at some point before it shatters my world like it will the day she leaves.

I slide my fingers over the hem of her shirt, asking silently for consent. Brynn nods against my mouth.

I want to strip her naked of everything so that I can see what she’s thinking and feeling, but I’ll have to settle for her clothes only. She’s going back to Daniel, and she hasn’t given me any inkling to think she’s open to an alternate ending, not that I could give her what she wants even if she told me that I have a chance.

I discard her shirt and then sports bra and once she’s bare for me from the waist band up, I slide my hands up her sides, my thumbs glazing over her rib cage until my hands come forward, cupping her supple breasts carefully. I’m in no rush with her this time. Instead, I want to savor and memorize every touch, every taste, and every sound she makes.

Just before I begin to ease her into my touch, she slides off my lap.

I make a disappointed groan and she chuckles in response.

‘Don’t worry, I’m coming back. I thought you might like these off,’ she says, gesturing to her shorts.

‘Am I that transparent?’ I ask.

‘Maybe a little.’

I take her lead and pull off my shirt and slide down my boardshorts quickly until every article of clothing I was wearing is now on the floor below me.

My cock stands at attention as I sit there, fully naked, waiting for Brynn to do the same.

She glances down at the erection she caused, her tongue slipping out quickly to lick her bottom lip.

Jesus Christ, this woman is going to end me.

I watch her stand in front of me, topless as if she wants to tease me, standing just out of my reach. Not that one quick move on my part wouldn’t have her back on my lap in half a second or less if I wanted to. Years of hockey drills make me faster than most. But I like this part of Brynn. I like it when she feels so confident and sexy that she can stand in front of me, hinting at a possible strip tease.

My gaze roams over every inch and curve of her body, from her full breasts and peach-colored nipples all the way down to her tiny belly button that has a small scar where I presume a belly button piercing used to be. From the look of it, it healed up years ago. But something about that piercing tells a story of the girl Brynn used to be… or the girl she thinks she used to be.

Confident.

Adventurous.

Sexy as hell.

The girl that she thinks the list is supposed to turn her back into, I presume.

Why can’t she see that she’s still that person? I know that she is because she lets me see that side of her ever so often.

But the woman she is now, is all the best parts of who she used to be, and who she’s becoming. I’d tell her, but I know she won’t believe me.

Brynn makes a show of it—unbuttoning her shorts slowly, her eyes locked on mine. She wants me to watch and I don’t plan on looking at anything but her. She unzips them next and bites down on her lower lip. Finally, she wiggles them off her ass, her tits bouncing with the movement and then pushes them down to her ankles, along with her panties.

‘Fuck,’ I mutter to myself.

I can’t tell if her cheeks turn pink at my reaction or if they’re a little sun-kissed from our time out at sea.

The two other times I’ve seen her naked, it’s been in the dark. She’s gorgeous in any lighting, but seeing Brynn completely naked in the light of day with the ocean and the horizon at her back is by far my favorite.

How does a man walk away from this? How could Daniel think that there’s anything out there better than her?

In my long career, I’ve met more than my fair share of women, and not a single one of them could measure up to Brynn—not even close.

Daniel’s a fucking greedy-ass-bastard.

‘Come here,’ I say.

She takes a step closer, just close enough that I lean forward and reach for her hand, taking it into mine.

I pull her closer and then she’s back on my lap, skin to skin.

She lifts up on her knees, scooting herself closer on the bench down my legs. I adjust myself to fit under her, the tip of my cock sliding through her slit in order to fit. All of the sudden her eyes widen.

‘Condom,’ she says, wide-eyed.

‘Shit. I forgot.’

I never forget.

Not since Josslin.

This is the first time I didn’t think about using a condom with a woman in two decades. There is no better evidence of how bad I want Brynn than this, I almost slip up right here. I would have gone bare inside of her and not cared about the consequences—I’ve always wanted a family. But watching Brynn still choose Daniel while pregnant with my baby isn’t something I could stand aside for, and I won’t hold her back from being with her first choice, which isn’t me.

I’ll blame the fact that I almost forgot the condom on the fact that I wasn’t expecting Brynn to be on the fishing trip to begin with, but once she boarded the boat, I still foolishly thought I could resist her for long enough to get us back to land without pulling her under me.

It turns out that I underestimated my addiction to her and overestimated my level of self-control.

‘Do you have any on the boat?’ she asks.

‘No, I don’t.’

‘What? Why not? Did you run out?’ she asks, as if I’m having large orgies out at sea and forgot to restock.

Who the hell does Brynn think I am?

Sometimes I get the feeling that Brynn thinks I’m a player who uses his professional hockey status to smash through women on a daily basis back at home. She hasn’t come out and directly accused me of it but I can feel it sometimes. It’s as if she doesn’t think that being with her is special to me.

I think though the possibilities of where I might have a condom and then it dawns on me. I have one in my wallet. One that I put there every recently due to the woman sitting on my lap.

‘Hold on, I have one,’ I tell her.

I pull her closer to hold her into place as I reach down for my boardshorts and then pull out my wallet. I grab the single condom out of it and then drop my wallet back on my shorts.

Ripping open the condom, I slide the latex down the full length of my shaft and then run my hand down the condom again to make sure it’s secure. Brynn watches each movement I made and as soon as I finish, she scoots her way closer.

Her legs are too short for my cock to fit under her while she’s straddling me. In one fluid motion I cup her ass with both hands and lift her up. She squeals and grips my shoulders. I took her by surprise but then she giggles when she realizes that she’s not tall enough to ride this ride without a boost.

‘You’re so controlling during sex, aren’t you?’ she asks.

‘You must like it because you kept coming on my cock all night long. What was the number again? Five?’

I can see the glint in her eye. She likes me demanding and a little rough. Would she admit it though… I don’t know.

She’s a romance writer but something tells me that she doesn’t get her inspiration from Daniel.

‘Maybe I shouldn’t tell you when I come anymore. You’re starting to get too cocky about it,’ she teases.

‘You don’t have to tell me… just promise you won’t ever fake it. Let me work for it until I get it right.’

‘I won’t fake it.’

‘Swear to me.’

‘I swear.’

Brynn reaches between us, lining up my tip with her center and then I let her down slowly until my tip presses into her warm tight body. Her wet heat coats my cock and a deep groan rumbles out of me at how fucking good it feels to be back inside her—like entering nirvana… or my own personal heaven. Nothing will ever top this.

I look down to watch myself slide into her with each movement.

‘Fuck, your pussy looks good with me inside.’

I keep her suspended in my hands as I thrust into her a little bit at a time, until I’m deep enough that her knees touch the bench. She whimpers as she rolls her hips against me, her movements forcing me to quicken my pace to match hers.

‘Slow Brynn, I don’t want to hurt you,’ I instruct.

But she doesn’t heed my warning and she keeps up her rhythm. Her pussy stretches further to accommodate my size.

‘Jesus Christ, I said slow,’ I tell her, halfhearted.

In truth, the last thing I want for her to do is slow down. I’ve never had anything better than Brynn and I want to take her in every way physically possible. But if this is the last time I get to be inside her, I need her to know that she’s not broken, and she doesn’t need to change. She’s perfect… just like this.

‘All of it… please,’ I hear her beg.

She wants me deeper and I’m more than happy to oblige her with every inch I have but I refuse to hurt her in the process. She’ll get all of me just like she wants but I’m determined to make it good for her while I’m doing it.

‘Anything you want, you can have. Just tell me if I’m hurting you,’ I tell her.

I pick up the pace, fucking her harder from the bottom, advancing into her inch by inch. The little sounds she makes every time I push inside of her eggs me on further. Our bodies slapping together and the smell of sex mixing with the smell of the salty ocean creates a fragrance that I wish I could bottle up.

Her arms wrap around my neck tighter, and her eyes flutter closed the deeper I bury inside of her. Her head drops against my shoulder as she focuses on her orgasm. After bringing her to five orgasms in one night, I’ve started to pick up on the signs. I know when she’s about to come.

‘More…’ she whimpers in a plea.

I can’t say no to her, mostly because I don’t want to. I want everything she’s asking for.

I want ‘all of it,’ too.

I want ‘more’ just like she does.

I feel more of her arousal coat my cock until it starts to drip down my balls and pool on the bench.

‘Seven… please… harder,’ she begs again.

‘You sound desperate Brynn. How bad do you need it?’ I ask.

I may never hear her beg again. This is my last shot to hear that she needs what only my cock can deliver for her.

‘I need it now or I might explode. I’m so close…’

I can sympathize with her. I’m nearing the end of my ability to hold back any further, but I need her to come first.

I grip her hips and pull her down the last couple of inches until I’m fully seated in her. Brynn screams out my name and grips my neck tighter, her body clenching around me tighter. And then I feel her body pulsate as she comes on my cock. I follow right after; my ability to hold back my own release is futile.

After giving ourselves a moment to catch our breaths, I took Brynn down to the cabin below deck.

A small bathroom and bedroom offered a good place for her to clean up after.

We lay on the bed, Brynn’s head resting on my chest with the floral comforter that the boat came with covering up just over Brynn’s hip bone. Each time she drags the blanket up her body a little further, I’d wait until she was distracted with a question I’d ask about her book, or growing up in Oklahoma that she wouldn’t notice when I’d drag it back down to her hip bone again.

It’s over ninety-five degrees today and the humidity feels like living in a hot armpit… there’s no way she’s cold. Her attempt at modesty is lost on me after her little strip tease earlier and the way she fucked me in the open air on my boat.

I don’t want her covered up if I have a choice. And since she didn’t grab her clothes off the deck before we came down to the cabin, and her naked body is plastered against the side of me with her leg draped over mine… I think she’s comfortable enough being naked with me.

‘So, you don’t keep condoms on the boat at all?’ she asks.

‘I’ve never had a female on this boat who isn’t related to me.’ I think for a second and then realize that my statement isn’t completely accurate. ‘Well… except for Rita but she’s told me time and time again that I’m not her type. I’ve stopped asking.’

Brynn snorts out a booming laugh that crinkles at the side of her eyes.

We stay tangled together and lose track of time.

By the time I realize it, we emerge back to the top deck, both of us covered in towels, to find the sun is beginning to set.

‘We should head back. It’s getting late and it’s easy to park the boat before it gets dark.’

She doesn’t say anything, which prompts me to check in about what just happened between us.

‘You’re ok with what we just did, right?’ I ask.

I’ve never asked this question after the fact with any other woman. Usually, the expectations of what we each got out of the deal is pretty obvious and I leave soon after, keeping the exchange as uncomplicated as possible. But with Brynn everything’s different because this isn’t a one-night stand. We’ve spent almost two weeks together.

She nods but doesn’t look directly at me. Instead, she looks out to the ocean with an unreadable look across her face. She doesn’t look upset, but she also doesn’t look blissfully happy… she looks impartial like coming back up from the cabin broke the bubble we were back to where we started when she came aboard.

Our ‘one last time’ is very much over.