Don't Promise (Don't 3)

14

Blake

We loaded the remainder of the beach bags and cooler, neither one of us saying anything to the other. I started the small twin power engine and careened the boat back to the docks. With one eye on the nearing horizon, I tried to focus on the boats in the marina and not the ache in my cock.

I had been seconds from what I wanted. Fucking seconds.

As soon we reached the pier, I could tell she was pissed. As she walked past me to put her bags on the dock, I could see the frustration in her eyes.

“Something wrong, darlin’?”

“No.” She hauled the bags up on her shoulders.

“You sure? Because you haven’t said one word since the tide interrupted us.”

“It’s just. I just … I hate being startled. And you know, the whole thing was a surprise to me anyway,” Sierra blurted out.

“Believe me, if I could control the tides I would.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about.” She lowered her voice.

“I can take you inside right now and finish what we started.” I eyed her.

She blushed. “For what? Why? Sleeping together again? You think that’s a good idea?”

I tied off the boat and stepped toward her.

“One of my favorite things to do.” I winked.

She slapped at my bare chest. “Shut up. Just take your sexy smile and winking and that body and shut up, Blake.”

My eyebrows rose high. “You have a problem with me or something?”

She dropped all the bags. “I do. A big problem.”

“Then let’s hear it. What is it? What is it I’ve done to the high and mighty Sierra Emory?”

“That.” She pointed, her eyes an icy blue. “I knew it was there. You are mad at me. And as much as I want to believe the guy I used to be with is underneath that hot body of yours, you’re actually a huge dick. Huge.”

“Are you saying I have a nice dick because I think you already know that.”

“See?” she fumed. “Complete dick.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. It is. I don’t know what this is. You want revenge sex? Is that it?”

“Maybe.” I admitted it. I didn’t give a fuck. I wanted her so badly I couldn’t name it, label it, or dissect it. It was the kind of want that made my veins shatter.

Her eyes widened. “You weren’t actually supposed to say yes to that.”

“Why not? We’re getting everything out in the open aren’t we?”

I stepped off the pier. She was in the backyard now, backing up toward the porch.

“So that’s what this was? Not rekindling what we had, but revenge? You wanted to sleep with me to prove some kind of point?”

I was close enough to pull her into my arms. I wrapped a hand tightly around her waist. She stiffened against me.