Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“Fuck, yeah.” I kiss the top of her head, then grab my cup of coffee to finish it off before I get started working on my boat today. My personal boat needs a couple of things done maintenance wise, like checking the fuel lines, the prop, and to look at the oil level. Next month, I’ll bring it into the marina and up on a lift to replace the spark plugs and do an oil change.
Kelsey does what I least expect. “You’re a minx, woman.”
“Not me?” She plays coy. Meanwhile, her ass is plastered to my cock, wiggling in a way he gets rock fucking hard.
“Yes, you.” My hand drifts down her side, fingers ready to bunch up the fabric to see exactly what she is or isn’t wearing beneath the shirt. Except we’re out in the open, meaning a boater, a neighbor, or her parents could come in and interrupt us. There’s no fucking way I’d let anyone else see what’s mine.
“I probably should get ready to start my day.” The sun has only been up for thirty minutes, yet the humidity is already thick. I can tell it’s going to be another scorcher.
“You opening the store again today?” Kels shakes her head in response.
“I knew this weekend would be a doozy. Closing yesterday wasn’t in the cards, though. Hopefully, today is better. I’m back at my regular job tomorrow, so I’ll at least need time to get a few things ready for the work week,” she says, as if working two jobs is normal. Captain T’s is meant to be part time for her, but Mom has needed more help than usual. Hopefully, Kels doesn’t get burnt out or worse, develop stress that will fuck with her heart.
“There shouldn’t be a problem. Mom sent me a text late last night. They got everything figured out but had to drive two hours away for a few things. The fuel will be here this afternoon, and both she and Grandad can take a deep breath again. That being said, today’s my day off. I’ll tell Mom to call me to close if something comes up.” There’s no reason for Kels to work longer than necessary. Surely, my family can get their shit enough together to help our employees.
“Thanks, Talon. I’ll be fine either way. What are your plans today?” She changes the subject, which means she won’t think anything of it if Mom asks her.
“Work on the boat, do some fishing. The usual.” I hope that by the time I return, Kelsey’s parents will be back, so I can get our conversation out of the way.
“Sounds like a great way to spend a Sunday.” There’s a wistfulness in her tone. Next weekend, I’m going to pull some strings to where Kelsey gets hours either earlier in the morning or later in the day. I’m going to take her out on my boat, do a little fishing, and watch her prance around in one of her barely-there bikinis.
“Only one thing can top the day out on the boat, and that’s any time I’m with you.” Kelsey spins around. Now my cock is pressed against her front. The palms of my hands are itching to do a whole lot more. Mainly lift her up by the backs of her thighs before I tell her to pull my shorts down and feel everything I heard last night. Kelsey’s soft moans, husky pleas, and wet sounds that carried through the phone.
“Talon.” Her eyes close, and her cheeks flush, a tell of hers when she’s turned on.
“Fuck, get your ass outta here, siren, or I’m gonna take you in the house and fuck you all day long.” I step back, losing her warmth.
“Promises, promises.” Her voice is full of laughter.
“That’s a guarantee.” I take another step back. “Do me a favor, don’t wear shorts like yesterday.” She’s already making her way back to her place.
“Don’t worry. I saved those for you,” she tosses over her shoulder.
“You’re a minx, woman, plain and simple.” I’m half tempted to chase her down, kiss her laughter away until she’s left panting. Except I know neither of us has time for that. Next time, definitely next time.
7
KELSEY
“Hey, Kelsey.” I look up from the cash register to see Mariah. Today, she’s alone but has her hands full of snacks and a six-pack of her usual. I’m beginning to think she’s a weekend drinker, not that I’m judging. To each their own and all of that. Plus, it keeps Captain T’s flush full of money. There’s a major mark-up in price for convenience, and customers are willing to pay it in order to save a trip into town.
“Hey, Mariah, off to the island today?” I ask, covering up a yawn with the back of my hand. Between yesterday and staying up entirely too late, I’m dragging ass. Even Tara looked at me this morning and told me to go home. That wasn’t happening. My work ethic wouldn’t allow me to leave her without help. At least I’m not opening or closing today, my shift is on the short side, and I may even be able to get in a small nap once I’m off.