27
With the warm sun beating down on us and the water calm, I decided to take Sierra out on my dad’s old boat for the day. As much as I’ve loved spending the better part of the past three days in bed with her, thinking up new creative ways to make her come, I thought a change of scenery and a little fresh air would do us both good.
Considering it’s been well over twenty years since I’ve been on it, I still remember how to operate it. As soon we entered the water and the engine rumbled to life, nostalgia hit me like a freight train. Suddenly I was a boy again, taking control of the wheel, peering up at my dad and seeing so much love and pride in his eyes as he watched me. Many of my favourite memories of my summers here as a kid took place on this boat with my dad.
I’ve always loved the water. I love how calming it is, the gentle ebb and flow of the waves as they lap rhythmically against the side of the boat. The way the sun glistens like diamonds off the surface of the water. I love how quiet it is. The tranquility here is second to none.
I took Sierra for a trip around the gulf, showing her the sights and stopping off briefly at the lighthouse that stands like a beacon overlooking the ocean.
I glance over my shoulder at Sierra to her raven hair whipping around her face in the breeze, a contented smile on her face as she enjoys the scenery.
The progress she’s made since we came here is astounding and I hope I’m partly responsible for that. I’ve always known how strong she was, but after everything she’s been through, her resilience and bravery are just two of the many things I admire about her and I couldn’t be prouder if I tried.
She’s started opening up more and more about what happened to her and although it kills me every time she tells me the things they did to break her, I’m honoured she trusts me enough to share those stories with me, that she feels comfortable enough to talk about the most painful parts of herself.
We pull up into the harbour of one of the many towns that make up the coast of Maine. Once I’ve secured the boat, I step off onto the docks and reach my hand out to Sierra. I help her off the boat and we take a stroll down the harbour that’s littered with shops, bars and restaurants. The majority of eateries around here are seafood restaurants, but not being the biggest fan of seafood myself, we settle for a place that serves other things besides fish, shrimp and lobster.
Our waitress finds us just moments after we take a seat in one of the tables in the far corner.
“Hey, can I start you off with some drinks?”
She’s young, bleach blonde wearing a little too much makeup than necessary. She beams down at me, her eyes wide and hopeful, a blush staining her cheeks.
“A beer please.”
“Draught or bottle?” Her voice seems unnaturally high, almost annoyingly so.
“Bottle is fine, thanks.”
Seemingly reluctant to take her eyes off me, she turns to Sierra. “And you?” Her tone has changed slightly but she does her best to cover it.
“Just a coke, please.”
“No problem. Won’t be long.” She sashays away and I don’t give her a second thought. She’s pretty, I’ll give her that, but I only have eyes for the woman sat across from me, chewing on her lip as she glosses over the menu.
I already know what I’m going for, so I don’t even bother looking at mine, and it’s not long before the blonde waitress returns with our drinks, setting them down in front of us.
She turns to me. “Ready to order?”
“I’ll have the cheeseburger and fries with extra onion rings, please.”
“I’m gonna go with the shrimp salad,” Sierra says.
The waitress doesn’t make an attempt to look at Sierra, and after she’s done scribbling our order on her notepad, I instantly feel her eyes return to me.
“If you need anything else, just let me know, okay?” She brushes a hand on my shoulder and I shrug it off, glancing up out of politeness, giving her a tight-lipped smile before turning back to Sierra. Even facing away, I can feel her eyes linger on me a little too long before walking away.
Sierra snorts a laugh into her drink, some of her coke spilling over the sides and dribbling onto the table. “Could she be anymore obvious?”
“What?” I know what’s coming but I decide to play dumb.
“Did you seriously not see the drool leaking from her mouth as she gawked at you like you were Channing Tatum? If I weren’t here she’d probably be dry humping your leg as we speak.”
“Do I detect a hint of jealousy, princess?” I smirk.
“She needs to keep her eyes off what isn’t hers.”
My heart thumps. “And whose am I, princess?”
Sierra slides out of her seat and rounds the table before settling herself sideways in my lap, wiggling her ass as she gets comfy. She drapes an arm around my shoulders, weaving her fingers into my hair. Shooting a glance over my shoulder to where I can only assume the waitress is watching from across the restaurant, Sierra lowers her mouth to mine in a possessive kiss, wasting no time in sliding her tongue into my mouth.
I squeeze her denim-covered hips, as I pull her closer against me. The restaurant half-full with the other patrons fall away as I fall into the kiss, revelling in the feel of her mouth on mine.
Her fingers tighten in my hair, deepening the kiss just moments before she yanks my head back and I let out a hiss. Her free hand reaches between us and cups me through my jeans, my cock that’s now pulsing against her possessive touch. She trails kisses down my neck and around to my ear. “Mine,” she whispers.
My dick jumps at her possessiveness, it’s a side to her that I’ve never encountered before, and I’m here for it. I fucking love it. I love how she takes what she wants and isn’t afraid to show it.
She releases my hair, shifting to stand but my fingers wind into her raven locks, halting her movements. “And you’re mine, princess,” I remind her.
She smiles, pecking one last kiss to my mouth before sliding off me and returning to her seat.
I’m forced to shift my chair so I’m sitting further under the table to hide my raging erection that tents my jeans.
We don’t have to wait long for our food and when the waitress sets it down in front of us, she avoids making eye contact with either of us, her cheeks flaming red as she mumbles about us enjoying our food before she scurried off with her tail between her legs.
“Seems like she got my message loud and clear,” Si comments with a satisfied smirk and I can’t help but laugh.
“Seems she did.”
∞∞∞
After we’ve eaten and settled the bill, we continue along the harbour. Her hand slips into mine as our fingers lock together and my heart damn near bursts out of my chest. This is everything I’ve wanted since I met her. Something as simple and mundane as holding her hand as we walk down a street and I couldn’t possibly love her anymore than right here in this very moment.
The words are on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t want to throw them out there. When I say those words out loud, I want it to be special. I figure I’ll know deep down when the time is right because they’ll fall so naturally from my lips, I won’t even have to think about it.
Back on the boat, we pull out of the harbour and head out onto the open water.
The late afternoon sun is warm against my skin, my dark sunglasses doing little to protect my eyes from the reflection off the water.
I look back at Sierra who’s watching me, her eyes soft and curious as I steer us back home.
“Come here,” I say, holding out my hand to her.
Taking my hand and allowing me to reel her in. Her arms band around my waist as she tucks herself into my side. With my free arm, I drape it around her shoulders, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
“Happy, princess?”
She cranes her neck to meet my eyes with a beaming smile spread across her lips. “So happy.”
I release her, positioning her in front of me so her back is against my chest. “Take the wheel, baby.”
Her head whips around, her eyes wide with fear. “What! No!”
“It’s alright, I’ve got you. I won’t let anything happen.”
“I can’t steer this boat, we’ll crash!” she exclaims.
I chuckle. “I won’t let us crash. Do you trust me?”
Her face softens. “You know I do.”
“Then trust yourself. I do.”
She smiles before turning back around, gripping the wheel so hard her knuckles are turning white.
“Relax,” I say, running my hands down her arms, making her shiver before placing them on top of hers. “You don’t have to grip it so hard, baby.”
Her hands loosen. We’re not going that fast and it’s a straight line, there’s no way we can crash. After running her through the basics, I take my hands away from the wheel, letting her get a feel for the boat on her own.
I watch as her stiff body relaxes with every second as she comes to realise it’s not so scary after all.
“Turn in slightly to the right as we approach this curve. Follow the line of the embankment.”
She turns it a fraction as we shift into a different direction. “I’m doing it! I’m steering the boat!” she cheers, her wide eyes sparkling as they meet mine over her shoulder.
I squeeze her shoulders. “I’m so proud of you, princess.”
She manages to steer us all the way back home, and I only have to take over when we pull up to the dock at the back of the house.
Once we’re back on land, I tug her into my arms, my hands locking around her waist. I can’t seem to go a second without a part of me touching her. “You did good, princess.”
My phone pings and I groan, forced to release her as I tug it from my pocket.
I slide open the screen lock to find the motion-detection cameras from the front of the house activated.
“Is everything okay?” Si asks.
“There’s someone at the front door. The motion camera picked him up.”
“Who is he?”
I zoom in on the live video feed, watching the man peer through the living room window. “Looks like a cop. Come on, princess.”
“Can I help you, Officer?” I ask, rounding the side of the house, noticing the cop car parked in the driveway.
“Hello, I’m Officer Jenkins, we received a call at the station from one of your neighbours yesterday about them seeing the lights on at this property, thought it might be squatters.”
If they got the call yesterday, why has it taken them a full twenty-four hours to investigate it?
“Do you have any ID on you?” I ask.
“Of course.” He pulls out his badge and holds it up.
I’ve learned never to trust anyone’s word, even if they come from someone in uniform, but everything on his ID seems legit.
“I’m Alec McKenna. This was my parents’ place. They passed over two decades ago and it’s been unoccupied ever since. I inherited it when I came of age.”
“We looked into the deeds of this property and your name is listed as the owner. Do you have any identification that could verify it’s you?” Jenkins asks.
“Sure.” I pull out my wallet from my back pocket and hand him my driver’s license.
He studies it for a moment, his eyes flicking up from the photo to my face and back down again before handing it back to me.
“What brings you back after so long?”
“Brought my girlfriend here to the place that was special to me as a child. I have wonderful memories growing up here.”
“Well, I hope you are enjoying your stay so far, Ma’am.”
“I am. It’s beautiful,” Si replies.
“Well, my apologies for disturbing you, Mr. McKenna,” he glances to Sierra beside me, his eyes lingering for a little too long for my liking, “Ma’am.”
“No problem.”
“You both have a nice day,” he says, giving me a small smile before retreating back to his squad car.
We watch as he backs out of the driveway and I don’t wait until he’s out of sight to pull out my phone and call Derek.
“Alec, how’s it going?”
“Can you look into an Officer Jenkins at the local PD here?”
“Sure. Any particular reason?”
“He’s been sniffing around. Could be harmless but better safe than sorry. I’ll send over a shot of his face and the car’s license plate when I get off the phone with you.”
“I’m on it as we speak, Al. Don’t worry, I’ll get back to you in due course.”
“Appreciate it.” I hang up and pocket my phone. “Come on, princess, let’s go inside.”
∞∞∞
With Sierra’s body snuggled tight up against mine, I wake sometime on the early hours when my phone pings with an incoming text beside me.
Derek: Jenkins is drowning in debt. From the looks of it, he’s a drinker and a gambler. No indication he’s on the take. Sorry, I couldn’t be more help.
Me: Not a problem, thanks for looking.
I slide my phone back onto the bedside table and press a kiss to the top of my girl’s head, her steady breathing lulling me back into unconsciousness.