She shuffles around to the side so she can see me better, and I get a good look at her angel face. She looks concerned. “You need fixing up. Is there someone I can call?”
She’s not pressing the ambulance, which is a relief. Maybe whatever small coastal town I’ve washed up in has the same distrust of the authorities that I do.
“There’s no one.”
I pull myself up to a sitting position and check out my surroundings.
I’ve washed up in a small bay with cliffs at one end and a marina at the other.
There’s a line of buildings near the marina that look damaged from the storm. It won’t be long before there’s people milling about, come to assess the damage.
I need to get away from here. Fast.
My angel’s watching me. She seems calm, not at all scared by my naked, tattooed body and hard cock, which I can’t seem to get under control.
“Does it always do that?” she asks, nodding to the aching appendage between my legs.
“Only when I see something I want.”
“Oh.”
Her mouth pops open, and I stifle a groan. Those lips wrapped around my cock would be exquisite, but there’ll be plenty of time for that. Now that I’ve found my angel, I won’t let her go.
I’ve learned to trust my instincts about people, to trust my gut. And my gut is telling me this innocent angel could be my salvation.
My dick’s telling me that too, but he can’t always be trusted.
“No ambulance, no cops. I need somewhere to go, somewhere quiet.”
She meets my gaze, and there’s understanding there. She nods slowly.
“Come with me.”
Wincing, I pull myself off the sand. My legs are numb, and I stumble a few times. The angel offers her arm and I lean on her. We must look ridiculous. I’m a good few heads taller than her and butt naked.
“What’s your name, angel?”
“Ula.”
“I’m Ronan.”
She half turns to me, and her lips curl into a smile. “Like a seal.”
She must see the confusion on my face. “In my Gram’s old tongue, Ronan means seal. I knew you were a gift from the ocean.”
I don’t know what the fuck she’s talking about, but I like the way she’s smiling at me. She thinks I’m the gift, but I already know she’s my angel, my salvation. And she’s mine.