Chapter 2
Keston’s boat does not have a name.
When he finished painting it with a blue gel coat a few days ago he said he wanted to name it after me.
He started throwing out hilarious monikers like “CJ’s Nauti by Nature” and “CJ’s a Knotty Girl.”
“You’ll give everyone the idea that I only want you for sex,” I said.
“And I’d be wrong?” His eyebrows twitched at me. “How about CJ’s Bouy Toy?”
I smacked his arm. “You’ll ruin my reputation. They already think I’m some cougar.”
He rolled his eyes. “Like we care what anyone thinks?”
“I’m trying to make a good impression, Kes. It’s a small island. If I’m going to live here, I need to become an upstanding resident.”
“First of all, it’s ‘when’, not ‘if.’ Second, you want to know what’s upstanding? Feel this.” He pointed at his shorts, where a giant bulge poked out.
I stuck my hands behind my back. “Nuh-uh.”
He looked sadly at the erection threatening to bust out. “Buddy, she’s not interested right now. Sorry.”
“I didn’t say that.” My eyes were riveted on the ridge in his shorts; I couldn’t lie.
A slow sexy smile graced his lips. He started counting on his fingers.
Had he forgotten about his erection?
He glanced up where the sun shone merrily down on us from the cobalt blue sky that matched the sea.
“It has been five whole hours since you ripped my shirt off.”
I choked on a laugh. I am not a cheery person by nature, but Keston Kips cracks me up even when I don’t want to laugh.
“You haven’t worn a shirt all day,” I pointed out. “Plus, we can’t go around spending all our time in bed.”
“Who said anything about a bed?” His brown eyes gleamed wickedly.
He patted the brand-new cushions in the boat. “We can at least christen our vessel, even if we’re not naming it yet.”
He pulled me into his arms. Started kissing my neck, running his hands up and down my body.
He has the amazing ability to relax and excite me at the same time.
His callused fingers found their way inside my silky Victoria’s Secret shorts.
“Oooh,” I moaned as he caressed an ass cheek in one hand and stroked my pussy with the other.
His hard cock pushed against my soft mound, rubbing up and down on my shorts until I was soaking wet.
I was almost on the verge of coming but didn’t want to yet.
I loved seeing what else he would do to my body. All the ways he could send me flying.
His mouth closed on my nipple, protruding through my silk chemise. He nipped, tugged, and teased it until I shivered from head to toe.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
It was like I had a live wire from my nipples to my clit.
His breath blew hot on my skin. “I won’t ever stop, baby. You feel too good.”
Pussy juices ran down my legs. It was a wonder all my panties weren’t hanging on his clothesline.
My head lolled back. I closed my eyes to slow my orgasm.
“Not fair,” I murmured. “I want to touch you too.”
With one hand, he untied and dropped his shorts, releasing his beautiful, massive cock at full attention.
I gripped it as if I’d never let it go.
“You like it, baby? You want it?” he moaned. “Because it wants you.”
“Uh-huh,” I nodded, out of breath.
Another roaring orgasm was coming my way. My toes curled in the sand with anticipation.
“Fuck,” I shouted as his fingers and mouth took me to great heights. My breathing was shallow. My pussy opened up in his hand.
“I’m coming,” I shrieked.