Page 34 of Changing Tides

I stiffen atop her, and my cry mingles with hers as she milks my orgasm from me.

I put the bottle on the nightstand beside the bed, stand, and strip on my way into the bathroom.

Once I’m under the hot spray of the shower, I plant a hand on the wall and fist my rock-hard cock with the other.

I fuck my hand as I envision the wild, sexy abandon in her eyes that night. I get lost in the memory of her sweat-slick skin gliding against mine and the sound of her cries of pleasure untila stream of hot, thick cum splashes on the tiles, and I sag against my arm to catch my breath.

Fuck, I’m in trouble.

Avie

The weekend was a blur.

Leia and I spent Saturday on the beach, building sandcastles and swimming in the surf until she was so exhausted that she couldn’t keep her eyes open.

Sunday, we rode from one end of the island to the other on the golf cart, which she thought was the best thing since sliced bread.

Every resident of Sandcastle Cove gave their horn a toot and waved as we passed them. Leia excitedly yelled her hello to them all.

We have one more week to explore before I’ll be required to be at the rehab center four days a week. I’ve tried desperately to find a suitable day care for Leia, but they are all full. She has been added to two waiting lists so far, but the prospects are getting dim.

Sabel and Ida Mae promised me that they didn’t mind keeping her, but when I offered to pay, they both refused. As kind as the gesture is, I feel like I’m taking advantage of them.

“Oh, don’t be silly. We enjoy the company. It’s been a long time since either of us has had the pitter-patter of little feet around the house,” Sabel assured me, and I relented. What other choice did I have?

Now, it’s Monday afternoon, and I’m enjoying the cove, sunbathing in my bikini on the deck of the boat dock while Leia runs amok in the garden.

I pull my hair up in a messy knot on top of my head and slather on Sun Bum tanning lotion before lying back on the beach towel I have sprawled over the wooden planks. Closing my eyes, I listen to the gentle lapping of the water, mingled with the sound of Leia’s giggles and chatter. Relishing in the peace of it all until the hum of a motor invades the moment.

I sit up and bring my hand to shade my eyes from the sunlight.

A small runabout boat with a wood-paneling exterior and two captain’s chairs with a cream leather bench pulls up to the dock.

Sebastian is behind the wheel.

I watch as he turns off the ignition and ties the boat into place.

He’s wearing a pair of low-slung swim trunks and a white T-shirt that pulls tight across his shoulders as he wrangles the rope. His hair is tied back, and his eyes are covered by a pair of aviator sunglasses.

Once the boat is secure, he walks over to me and lifts his shades so I’m able to see his eyes as they sweep over me.

“Hi, Avie Sullivan,” he greets.

“Hi yourself, Sebastian Harraway.”

“I remember that bikini,” he says, heat in his gaze caressing my skin like a physical touch.

I look down at the white swimsuit. It’s my favorite, and I’ve had it for years.

“And what a great fucking memory it is,” he grits out.

My eyes shoot back up to him, and all of a sudden, the air feels too thick, and I can’t seem to get any into my lungs.

He grins at my reaction.

I open my mouth to offer a retort when Leia comes pouncing down the stepping stone path.

“Bastian!”