STORMS OF BLACKWOOD: OMNIBUS by Middaugh Elle

Author:Middaugh, Elle
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Moon Storm Publishing
Published: 2020-05-12T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 2

GEMMA

The sound of seagulls calling and the crash of the surf woke me slowly. Sunlight gently filtered in through my open windowpane, swathing me in a thin blanket of warmth. I smiled as I opened my eyes.

The bed was empty, aside from me, so I knew Tristan was already up and manning the fishing nets. It had been weeks since our tiny boat landed across the sea, weeks during which I honestly wondered if we'd survive.

We did, though—survive—and we managed to build a cute little shack too. Okay, fine, I built it, and it was hardly a shack, more like a small beach house complete with a stilt foundation—I'd scoped out the nearby villages to get a feel for the construction in the area. It was a good thing my background had been in carpentry, because as adorable as Tris was, he couldn't hammer a straight wall or fit a square corner to save his life.

We eventually decided that he would fish, hunt, and garden for our food, and I would craft things out of wood and sell them in the nearby villages for money—which, here in Hydratica, meant pearls. So far, I'd only sold a table and chairs, but it had gotten us five pearls, and I was pretty damn proud of myself for that.

We were really doing it. We were setting down roots in a foreign country, and we were surviving. I was beyond happy; I was freaking blissful.

I hopped out of bed and skipped into the living room. Since Tristan and I now lived on a beach, I'd decided to decorate the house with a nautical vibe. I'd constructed all the furniture out of salty-gray driftwood, sewn the upholstery into varying shades of blue, and hung a wooden captain's wheel on the wall above the fireplace where a near-constant pot of fish stew hung boiling over the flames.

Through the kitchen window, I saw Tristan mooring his little boat and hauling a net full of fish, crabs, scallops, and oysters onto the dock I'd recently made. All those years as a stable boy had left him stacked with brawn, and I could tell his years as a fisherman were going to be just as good to him. As I tied on my stained white apron, I watched his muscles flex and tighten under the weight of the netted sea creatures, and a lock of his dark hair dipped into his eyes. My lips part in awe. The sight of his magnificence would never get old; I would always feel like a horny little teenager when it came to him.

Flinging the front door open, I ran over and launched myself into his arms, causing him to drop the net onto the freshly cut boards of the dock. Thankfully, he'd already tied it off, otherwise my enthusiasm might've lost him an entire morning's work. Oops.

"Sorry!" I apologized, squeezing him even tighter.

He chuckled and squeezed my butt, kissing my neck up to my jaw then finally my lips. "No apologizes from you, beautiful.

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