At First Hate (Coastal Chronicles)

“Mars,” he grunted this time. He grasped my chin and jerked me up to look at him.

“What?” I finally said. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”

He chuckled and then pressed a hard kiss to my lips. “I missed you so much.”

I stroked him up and down. “How much?”

“Let me get inside that pussy and show you.”

“Uh-uh,” I repeated with a teasing smile. “Not yet.”

His eyes dilated at my gall. He wanted to fuck me. He was already pumping into my hand, wanting sweet release.

I slicked my tongue along the head. He jerked, pushing himself further inside my mouth without even meaning to. I dropped to my knees before him. His eyes rounded in wonder as I slid his shorts all the way off and then devoured him. I might have liked the teasing, but he certainly didn’t need it to get turned on.

His hands fisted into my hair as I bobbed up and down on his cock, taking him deep in my throat. Deep enough that my eyes watered and then back again, stroking him with my hand at the same time. His hips lifted each time to meet me, fucking me the way he clearly wanted to do to my pussy.

He lengthened and lengthened. He shuddered once and then twice and then abruptly jerked out of my mouth.

I sat back on my heels with wide, alarmed eyes. “Derek.”

“I want you to finish with me.” He stripped out of his shirt, tossing it into the hold below. Then, he was on top of me.

We lined up perfectly. His arm around my back, the other with a grip on my hair. He kissed me with all the pent-up desire that had nearly burst out of him and into my mouth. Then, he slid home, and we both sighed with pleasure.

I hadn’t planned any of this when I agreed to come sailing with him. We’d had sex on boats before. Plenty of times in college. But this was different. This was claiming. This was him not wasting any more damn time. We’d certainly wasted enough.

His thrusts turned brutal as he hit deeper and deeper inside of me. I drew him down on top of me until we were pressed tight together. His hips jerking against my clit while he drove into me. Everything built up again and again. Until I looked up into his eyes and knew that I couldn’t do it any longer. I had no idea what he was holding on to. We were both hanging on to a razor’s edge.

“Oh God,” I said as I came all over his cock.

He finished inside of me, squeezing me tight to him. Afterward, we both lay panting on the deck of the sailboat. When I was able to move again, I found the little bathroom. When I returned, Derek was collapsed in a small bed at the back of the boat.

“There was a bed the whole time?” I asked, curling up next to him.

“Overrated,” he joked.

“Derek?” I bit my lip as anxiety began to creep in where only sexual desire had been before.

“Don’t.”

“What? You don’t know what I was going to say.”

“Yeah, I do. And you’re wrong. This was right. It was perfect.” He kissed my shoulder and then rolled to look down at me. “This is how it should have always been.”

“Okay,” I whispered, drunk on his confidence.

“Good.”

I hesitated a moment before speaking again. “So… my birthday is coming up. Lila and Josie are coming into town for it.”

“Oh?” he asked, tensing at the names of my friends.

“Do you want to come out too?”

He searched my face, as if looking for something that he couldn’t find in my expression. “Sure. I’m guessing I shouldn’t invite Ash?”

I chuckled darkly. “No. Probably not.”

He blew out a breath. “And you want me out with your friends?”

“Yes,” I said with absolute certainty.

“All right. I’ll be there.”

We went for round two, lying in the bed, exhausted and satisfied. Finally, we got dressed, and Derek turned the boat around, heading back for the marina. I checked my phone, which I’d ignored throughout our sexcapades. I frowned. I had a voicemail from my attorney. I listened to the message, and my frown deepened. They’d chosen a court date for our meeting with the judge to determine the will challenge.

Derek noticed and quirked an eyebrow. “What’s wrong?”

“Did you know?”

“Know?”

I bit my lip. “About the court date?”

His frown mirrored mine. “Yeah. Did you not know?”

“No. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“One, I thought you already knew, and two, it’s not my responsibility to tell you, Marley. We were keeping business and personal separate.”

We’d agreed to that. And still, the entire thing made me unbelievably irritated.

“You should have said something.”

He held his arm out, and I reluctantly stepped into him at the wheel.

He pressed a kiss into my hair. “I didn’t know you wanted me to.”