Bridge of Hope by Lisa J. Hobman

Author:Lisa J. Hobman [Hobman, Lisa J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: A Bridge Over the Atlantic Companion Novel—to be read AFTER BOTA
Publisher: 5 Prince Publishing
Published: 2014-08-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Thursday Trina had ended up working, and so Angus and I had the time to explore the area without her. We sat on a beach for a few hours just looking out to sea and sharing a haggis baguette. I’m pretty sure Angus thought it was his birthday.

My time in Mallaig was coming to a close.

When Friday morning came around I fluttered my eyes open to adjust to the light coming in through the fabric of the tent canopy. Yawning wide, I tried to stretch my arms over my head, but one was weighed down. With the not-quite-irrational fear of finding a severed horse head beside me, I turned my head in slow motion and my eyes widened at what I saw.

Snuggled into my side was Trina.

Although she was wrapped in a fleece blanket and lying outside my sleeping bag, I had my arm around her and was a little puzzled as to how she got in without Angus barking—or more to the point, without waking me.

Her eyes opened and she reached up and kissed me. For some reason, things sprang to life below my waistline—or my morning erection was happy to feel her squashed up against me. Either way I was aroused, and the urge to take her was burgeoning as she peered into my eyes with longing.

Biting her lip, she slipped her hand down my chest, into my sleeping bag and gripped me firmly. I inhaled through my nose as she covered my mouth with hers and pushed her tongue between my lips. She moaned as her hand moved, clearly delighted to find my body willing, and I couldn’t help the groan of pleasure that erupted from my throat as the sensation radiated throughout my extremities.

Suddenly Angus leapt to his feet and began barking. The ear-splitting noise in the close confines of the tent had Trina and I wincing. Trina stopped her ministrations and I raised my head to find my daft dog staring at me as he made his presence known.

“Oh… I think he might need to pee,” I told her.

She giggled and covered her eyes. “Great timing, Angus.”

I scrambled from my sleeping bag and relief washed over me. Being with Trina wasn’t something I really wanted, if I was honest, and maybe Angus somehow knew this. Anyway, it was a bit creepy doing that stuff with him in the tent. I let him out and he immediately dashed off to relieve his doggy bladder.

Trina crawled out of the small tent and winked at me. She skipped off in the direction of her caravan and returned quite quickly with two steaming mugs of coffee. It tasted really good and for a split second I wondered if maybe she would be worth getting to know. Realising I was on the verge of making a relationship decision based on coffee, I cursed at myself and began to take down the tent with her help.

While we were loading up the Landy, she peered over at me, biting her lip again.

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