Page 66 of Feverburn

The distinct ache coiled deep inside me as I felt everything constrict. She pulled off my dick as hot cum shot out of me. Feeling detached from reality, I watched as she stood, running a little finger through my mess across her chest with asmugsmile before jumping off the boat into the water.

Well, that’s one way to clean up.

Once I could move and talk, I joined her bucknaked. She splashed me before I could grab her.“Fuckinghell, woman!”

“What?”she batted her eyelashes, feigning innocence. I wrapped her legs around my body. She had covered her boobs with her bikini, making me wish I had taken it off.

“You’re going to be thedeathof me,”I said. My simple statement made me remember thecurseand how every second with her could be a ticking time bomb.

Reading my mind, she held my face.“Honey, we will break thecurse. Don’t psych yourself out. Just be here with me now.”

I nodded, feelingnakedin more ways than one. The far-off hum of a boat motor interrupted us.“Shit!”I said, moving us closer to the boat ladder.

“Is someone coming?”she asked, squinting in the distance.“You’re full-on cock out in the lake!”She threw her head back with a cackle.

“Rosie, baby, someone could see you with me.”That brought her back to reality. She gripped the ladder, making her way up. I couldn’t even enjoy the view. I handed her a towel, finding my shorts the moment after.

“Where do I go? In there?”she asked, pointing at the cuddy.

The small, enclosed space at the bow had a kitchenette, a toilet, and a small bed with storage. She could wait there comfortably, but it outraged me. We were grown-ass adults; we shouldn’t have to hide.“I-I…I don’t want you to hide. Maybe we could let the truth out.”

“I’m not ready for that. I need to hide. I have to!”she huffed, ducking in and shutting the door.“Tell me when they leave.”

I tried to act normal while the boat approached. It was common for fellow fishermen to pull up to your rig to ask for spots you had hit or what depth to have your downrigger set. But as the person got closer, my annoyance set in. It was Terry. Fucking Terry. He worked as a ranger with my brother. He was a typical Boomer and well-intentioned but couldn’t read social cues if his life depended on it.

“Hey, Carsy!”he shouted, cutting his motor too late, causing a wake to rock my boat.

“Hey, Terry.”

“Any luck?”I had put a line out but wasn’t watching it.

“Not today. You?”

“I got some hits over at South Bay at dawn. Other than that, it has been shit.”Even with his sunglasses on, I could tell by the movement of his head he was searching for something in my boat.

“Too bad,”I said empathetically, hoping he moved along.

“Say, was there someone with you? I thought I saw two figures climbing the ladder.”

“Just me. It’s too hot for Kiszka.”

He pulled off his sunglasses, squinting at me further.“Guess you found a way to swim without your shorts gettingwet.”

I stared at him, trying to construct a lie. The sayingif you can’t dazzle them with intellect, baffle them withbullshitfloated in my mind, so I ran with it. Clearing my throat,“I was swimmingnaked. You caught me. But it’s good for your balls.”

Terry shifted his weight from where he knelt on the seat.“Your balls?”

“Yeah, read about it in a men’s health magazine. The cold water helps with sagging.”

“Like a facelift?”

“Yeah, but for your cursed kiwis.”

He put his sunglasses back on. He had seen enough.“You kids are all doing weird shit nowadays. Mushrooms in your coffee, hot yoga. Now, icy water for your family jewels? I don’t get it. In my day, you could let them swing like church bells.”

I shrugged.

“Well, you have fun with that,” he offered.

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