The Rookie by Cathryn Fox

Author:Cathryn Fox [Fox, Cathryn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cathryn Fox

12

Charlie

I turn to my side, and muscles I didn’t know existed groan in protest. What the heck is going on with my body? I work hard every day, lifting and lugging lobster bins, not to mention controlling a big vessel in the open Atlantic waters. My muscles shouldn’t be sore. I move again, and realize it’s not my biceps hurting. Nope, it’s muscles deep between my legs that haven’t been used in a long time that are fighting back in the most glorious ways.

With a smile on my face as delicious memories of last night bombard me, and warm every inch of my well-used body, I peel my eyes open. My God, the sex was incredible, the best I’ve ever had and there’s no denying I want more. I search my brain. Did I tell Wes that last night? Did I tell him I wanted more while we were living in some fantasy world on Brier Island? Honestly, I’m not sure. He fucked me so thoroughly, it was all I could do to keep my eyes open after that first round, and when I woke up in the middle of the night, I woke him up by climbing on his body and rubbing myself all over him. My smile widens at the memory of his face when his eyes opened to find me on top of him.

I reach across the bed, wanting to go for round three, or four. Five? I laugh quietly. He’s turning me into a sex maniac, and I’ve totally lost track of how many times he was inside me, and yes, I have to admit, I am a little worried that after him any other man will fail to live up. My fingers come up empty and an uneasy feeling moves through me. I turn to find the bed vacant and cold, and disappointment floods me.

I briefly pinch my eyes shut to pull myself together. This is sex, Charlie. The fact that he’s not in my bed this morning—or rather his bed—is no big deal. We slept together, but it doesn’t mean we have to snuggle when the sun rises. Speaking of the rising sun, I glance at the clock and curse under my breath. Goddammit, I should have been up an hour ago, getting breakfast ready, and preparing for today’s adventure. Some host I’m turning out to be.

I kick my blankets off, and go searching for my pajama shorts from last night. I move things around and when I get a chill, I tug on Wes’ T-shirt draped over the chair, the one he’d given me on the boat to wear. When my search for my shorts comes up empty, I hurry up the ladder and snatch up a clean pair of panties and shorts and make a fast trip to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get cleaned up.

I take in the dark smudges under my eyes, compliments of a late night. After a quick shower, and praying that my guests aren’t all waiting around for me, I dress and exit the bathroom.

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