Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 51525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 258(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 258(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
“I’m going to keep telling myself that, so I don’t feel like a dork for crying every five minutes when I’m around you.”
“You think you can hold off on the crying business while we figure out dinner?”
“Maybe.” She shrugs pouting her bottom lip out. “What are we having?”
“I think I have a couple salmon steaks in the fridge. I also have more of that salad you liked.”
“The potato one with the peas and bacon?” she asks hopefully.
“Yeah.” “Maybe I can hold off crying for that,” she mummers, and I kiss her smiling lips before helping her off my lap. “Can we eat up here and watch the sunset?”
“If that’s what you want.” I follow her downstairs and we make dinner together, using the hotplate I have and the microwave to heat up some creamed corn. When dinner’s done, we take our plates up to the deck and eat looking out at the ocean. The sun has set, but because it’s summer, it won’t fully disappear; the sky won’t go completely black. It’s a beautiful night. The water is calm and the air is warm. When we’re finished eating, I take our empty plates back down to the kitchen, leaving them in the small sink before I grab the sleeping bags from the closet.
“Oh my God!” I hear Bre scream, and I drop the sleeping bags in my hand and take the steps two at a time to the top deck. As soon as I shove through the door, I scan the deck. When I see Bre bent over the side of the boat, half hanging over, the tips of her toes barely on the wood deck, my heart feels like it’s going to pound out of my chest.
“What the fuck are you doing?” She bolts upright, turns toward me with her eyes wide, and places her finger to her lips. What the fuck?
“Come here,” she whispers, waving her hand back and forth franticly. I start toward her then stop when I hear a hiss and see mist shoot up into the air just off the edge of the boat. “Whales! There are two orcas.” She jumps up and down, her eyes filling with excitement. “Be quiet. I don’t want to scare them off.” She turns back around, leaning over the edge of the boat once more. I step close to her, wrapping my hand around her waist to keep her steady, and look into the water just as shimmering black and white skims the surface. “I’ve never seen one this close,” Bre murmurs, as she reaches out her hand like she’ll be able to touch the orca slowly disappearing back down into the darkness of the cold water. “I think it’s a mom. There’s a smaller one with her.”
She looks around then points. “Oh my God, there he is. Look!” Sure enough, a few feet away, both the mother and her calf come to the surface, blowing and causing a hiss to fill the air. “Holy cow.” She presses her front to mine, wrapping her arms around my waist, and I look down at the top of her head. “You know”—she looks up at me—“this is good luck.”
“What?”
“It’s supposed to be a good omen when you see an orca whale, and we just saw two.” She smiles up at me then turns her head as another hiss comes from farther away.
“It’s an entire pod,” I say, watching the mom and her calf swim toward the three other large whales that are off in the distance.
“I wish I had my cell phone on me or a camera so I could take some pictures.”
“I’ve got a camera in the wheelhouse.” I let her go of her to grab it. When I come back, I hand her the small, black digital camera then watch her take about two-hundred photos of the whales as they swim back and forth, probably hunting for food.
“Ly would love this,” she tells me, as I wrap my arms around her middle and look over her shoulder. “I wish she were here.” She holds up a picture she took for me to see before going back to clicking through the photos she just snapped.
“Next time.” I kiss her neck, feeling her shiver. “Cold?”
“No,” she breathes.
“Mmm.” I nip her neck and smile when she trembles again, and then feel my cock twitch when she presses her ass back into me.
Moving my hands up under her shirt, my fingers graze her stomach before dipping under the waistband of her leggings to slide back and forth just above her pubic bone.
“Denver.”
“Right here, baby.”
“Please touch me,” she whispers. Fuck, since we stepped on the boat, we’ve made out a lot, touched a lot, but I’ve kept myself in check, not wanting to rush things. But hearing the plea in her voice, I know I won’t be able to deny her. “Please. Please touch me.”