Page 54 of No One Wants That (Blitzen Bay)

“What the fuck?” she says as I wrap my arms around her.

“I’ll get Kit back to the boat,” I say, waving to the other ladies as they zip away from us.

“Butch!” Kit starts wiggling as I wrap my arms around her tighter. “What did I tell you about grabbing women without their permission?”

“Oh, I think I’m still a little drunk,” I say, making my voice as high as possible. “I don’t really remember anything about last night.”

“Shut up,” she says, struggling harder to try to break my hold. “I told you the grabbing thing yesterday afternoon and you remember every bit of it.”

“And you remember last night,” I whisper directly into her ear before I let her go. “Every bit of it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says, starting to swim toward the boats.

I grab her leg and hold her in place as she keeps paddling with her arms.

“Let go,” she says, trying to jerk her leg away from me.

“Nope. Not until you tell me why you’re acting so weird.”

She kicks my shoulder and then spins around. “I’m acting weird because I hit on you last night and you rejected me. It’s embarrassing.”

“I didn’t reject you,” I say, grabbing her arm. She pulls it away. “I told you that I’m into you, but I’m looking for more than a rebound. Maybe when you move back to the states, you’ll let me court you or something.”

“Court me? Okay, grandpa. Maybe you can take me to the picture show.”

“With that mouth, we’d get kicked out before the opening credits are over.” I try to reach for her arm again. “Kit, you’re already struggling. Let me help you.”

“No. I’m an excellent swimmer,” she says, glaring at me. “I won the award in the YMCA every summer for the camper who could tread water the longest.”

“Really?” I say, widening my eyes. “I had no idea you were that Kit. I’ve heard so much about your awards.”

“Shut up.” She flips some water at me. “I know you’re a SEAL or whatever, but I don’t need your help.”

When she tries to splash me again, her head slips below the surface. She coughs a little water out.

“Close your mouth when you go under water,” I say, grabbing her arm and spinning her around so her back’s against me. “Or is it not possible to close that mouth?”

She wiggles around a little bit more. “Quit. You’re being obnoxious.”

“I thought you yelled for an alpha. That’s all I’m trying to be right now.” I float on my back and pull her on top of me. “Quit protesting. I’m swimming you in. When I get you back on the boat, you can continue your public shunning of me.”

“Oh, thanks for the permission,” she hisses. “Fine. Do what you want. That seems to be your thing.”

I spin her around so she’s facing me, grab her butt, and yank her roughly into my body. Her eyes pop wide open just before my lips crash down on hers. She makes a little sound when my tongue pushes her lips apart.

“That’s what I want to do,” I growl. “For starters anyway.”

She lets out another little sound as I squeeze her butt. “Oh, so now you want to have sex with me?”

“I’ve wanted to have sex with you since I saw you trying to pet the raccoon. I think you know that.” I dive into her neck and suck on it for a second. “But I’m guessing you’re as loud during sex as you are at every other moment in your life. Maybe we can continue this when there’s not a boat full of people a couple hundred feet from us.”

“Why?” she says, starting to pant. “Are you shy?”

“I’m about to show you shy.” I smack her butt and then spin her back around so she has her back against me again. “Now let’s get to the boats before we drown. Even my swimming skill has its limit.”

“So I’m guessing you didn’t win the SEAL award for treading water the longest.” She continues to struggle as I begin a one-armed backstroke to the boats. “It’s fine. We can’t all be champions.”

“Stop moving.” I tighten my arm around her. “And our award was staying alive as our instructors literally tried to drown us during training. Does that count?”

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