Page 20 of Resisting Mr. Fancy Pants

There was only one problem. My heart had already tattooed his name so deep inside itself, when this was over, it would shatter.

When he came back, I got my first view of his dick, swinging with every step. The man was perfect, from his head to the tip of his cock and more.

He did as promised, paying homage to every part of me. When his mouth latched onto my clit, I screamed with no shame. The man had a talented tongue, and he knew how to use it. I might have chanted his name repeatedly until he was inside me again.

At some point, I drifted off on a bliss-filled cloud. Everything changed when I woke up.

NINE

I was havingthe most amazing dream when the persistent sound of my name threatened to pull me to waking. A hand shook my shoulder and I let my eyelids flutter open.

“Huh?” The room wasn’t familiar, and it took a moment for me to remember where I was.

“We need to go now.”

Agan,I thought. The room was dark, and water sloshed around. That wasn’t surprising, considering we were on a boat. But the water sounded awfully close.

“Haley. We have to go now.” The urgency in his voice set off alarm bells in my head. I let him drag me off the bed. My feet landed in knee-deep water.

“I can’t stop it from coming in. We need to leave,” he urged.

We were on a boat. I did not know how and where we would leave, but self-preservation kicked in. I grabbed my shorts and top from him and shrugged them on quickly.

“There’s a storm,” he said before we made it up the short stairs to the deck. The sounds of lightning and thunder made it hard to hear. Agan had a heavy-looking bag over one shoulder. He saw something else and yelled, “Hang on!”

Though I might not have been fully alert, I grabbed at the metal bar he pointed to before turning my head. A wave the size of a building was barreling down on us. I clung to the metal, knowing that my life depended on it as water crashed into me, pulling me toward the sea.

Seconds later, the boat rocked violently as water crashed against the sides. Then it took a nosedive.

“Help me get the raft!” Agan yelled over all the noise from inside my head and out.

I wasn’t that strong, but my inner mom instincts kicked in at the same time adrenaline did. We fought against the gravity and water that were sinking the boat. Finally, the bag I assumed contained a raft popped free from under the bench seat.

“When I release it, wrap your arms around the ropes and then we will jump,” he commanded.

Fear wasn’t an option. The boat was going down. Either I went down with it or I took a chance on the raft.

There was no time to think as the raft exploded free of the bag, knocking me onto my ass, but I grappled for the rope and found my feet. Agan nodded and then we were jumping into freezing water with nothing but lightning striking across thick clouds to light our way. It was a good thing I was a decent swimmer because he hadn’t mentioned life jackets.

I went under. The rolling sea caused me to lose my orientation. I didn’t know which way was up or down. I stopped fighting as I could feel my lungs strain for breath. Then the sky lit up from lightning, and I saw the boat heading down. I kicked my feet toward the light before it disappeared again. There was nothing I wouldn’t do to survive and see my daughter again. That was my last thought as my limbs got heavy. My brain begged me to open my mouth and breathe. My fingertips breached the surface of the water just as darkness overtook me.

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My brain came back online with my face buried in the sand. I coughed and rolled onto my back.

Heavy footfalls came in my direction before hands rolled me back to my side. “No, love. Stay on your side.” His accent was thicker than ever, but I recognized the voice all the same.

“Agan,” I managed to say. Rapidly, I blinked my eyes to clear my vision. From my position, I could only see sand and more sand. “Where are we?”

He plopped down like he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. “I don’t know.”

I coughed more, spitting out a little water before pushing myself to sit up. We were near a shoreline and the water was calm and the skies were blue. How long had I been out?

Apparently, I’d spoken aloud because Agan answered. “Several hours is my guess. I thought—” He choked up on the last word.

It wasn’t hard to imagine how he would have finished that sentence. “What happened?” I asked more firmly.

“You weren’t breathing. I got you in the raft, but you weren’t breathing. I did as much CPR as I could while trying to make sure we didn’t sink,” he blurted in a diatribe of words. “I didn’t know if you’d make it. When we ended up here, I tried again until I felt a faint pulse. I had to see if there was anything around. I was afraid to leave you on your side in case you rolled to your back and choked, so I put you on your stomach. But you wouldn’t wake up…”

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