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Authors: L.P. Dover

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I stumbled with his question because I didn’t know if telling him that my ex wanted me back was a good idea. Instead, I decided to skirt around the truth to avoid the question. The last thing I wanted was for my ex-husband to be an issue.

“I try not to,” I remarked quickly. “He calls and sends texts every once in a while, but after the divorce I made sure to never cross paths with him again. I saw him once not too long ago, but I’ve done pretty well with avoiding him at all cost.”

Brett’s eyes grew hard and protective as he turned his gaze to me. “Good. Then I won’t have to worry about him getting in the way. If I was him I’d be going crazy trying to get you back, but then I wouldn’t have been stupid enough to fuck it up in the first place. Thankfully, I don’t know who he is.” He left the window and marched up to me.

Rolling my eyes, I took him by the arm, leading him back to the front door and replied, “Which is why I’m not going to tell you his name. I had my last name changed back to my maiden name almost immediately once everything was final. I wanted no ties to him when it was all said and done.”

I grabbed my tote bag and keys, ushering Brett out the door so I could lock it behind me. “All right, I think we’ve had enough ex talk for now. We need to find more interesting things to discuss, like for instance, how did you find out where I lived?”

“How do you think?” he replied incredulously.

Shaking my head—because I knew exactly who it was—I rolled my eyes and announced, “Yeah, I figured it was Korinne.”

With a wolfish smile, he opened up the door to his Jeep for me to slide in. Out of all the cars I’d owned, I’d always wanted a Jeep Wrangler. If I sold my Lexus I could buy several of them, and I was determined to do it one day.

“I love your Jeep. One of these days I’ll have one, except mine will have to be an automatic and not a stick shift like this one. I tried to learn once before, but failed miserably,” I admitted, feeling slightly embarrassed. I was surprised I never wrecked any of the cars I practiced on.

Brett put the car in gear and slowly backed out of the driveway. “It’s not that hard. I tell you what … when we come back from the lake I’ll teach you. It’ll be fun.”

Gasping, I shook my head desperately. “Oh no, I’m not. I don’t want to be responsible for screwing up your transmission. Seriously, it’s a bad idea and this looks like a brand new Jeep.” It even had the new car smell still in it.

Brett glared at me and actually rolled his eyes. “So?” he countered. “I trust you, Melissa. You’re not going to mess up my Jeep. What if you were stranded somewhere and you needed to know how to drive a stick. I think everyone should learn how to drive a manual.”

I huffed. “Fine, but if I break your car, don’t blame me. This all rests on you.”

Smiling, he snatched my hand off my lap and lifted it to his lips. “I’ll take my chances,” he murmured before placing a soft kiss to my knuckles.

It didn’t take long for us to get to the marina where Brett stored his boat since it was located just down the street from me. On the way over I tried to imagine what kind of boat he would have and came up with one conclusion. Something big and fast was what I was thinking, but when he took me to his boat slip I was surprised to see that it wasn’t a fast one at all. It was perfect.

At my astonished expression, Brett chuckled. “Let me guess … it’s not what you expected?”

“Not at all,” I quipped. “I’ll admit, I kind of thought you would have a fast, flashy boat, but this right here is much better. It’s more laid back. There are so many things you can do on a pontoon boat like this.”

“Yes, there is,” he mumbled under his breath. When I gazed over at him, he winked and shrugged his shoulders. “What? There is, and I didn’t mean that sexually.”

Jumping onto the boat, I dropped my towel and bag on the seat before stripping off my tank top and shorts. “Do you plan on seducing me out on the high water, Mr. Walker?” I teased.

His eyebrows shot up. “Only if you want me to, baby. I’m going by your lead here so when you’re ready I’ll be there. If not, then I’ll wait.”

Just thinking about it made my muscles clench between my legs. Instead of answering him, I smiled and spread my towel out on the wide seat so I could sit and enjoy the sprays of water that flew up each time we bumped over the waves from other boats.
How long was I going to wait before I slept with him again?
I wondered. I feared the more time I spent with him, the harder it was going to be to hold out.

We cruised around on the lake for about forty-five minutes until Brett pulled us into a little private alcove where no one was around. It was a hot day on the lake, and finding a vacant spot was almost impossible at times, but he found one. He stopped the engine and came to join me at the front.

“Will this do?” he asked. “I thought we could hang out and talk for a while, or maybe go for a swim.”

I cringed at the thought of jumping in the lake water. I’d been out in it a lot, riding jet skis and riding on boats, but I’d never had the desire to actually swim in it. Not only did I think the water was dirty, but I was always afraid a dead body would float up. The movie
The Cabin by the Lake
had turned me off of lake water … permanently.

We both sat down at the edge of the boat and stuck our feet in the water; I could handle that. “Umm … I don’t really like to get in the water,” I admitted sheepishly.

With a curious grin on his face, he asked, “Why not? Afraid something’s going to eat you?”

I smacked him on the arm. “I just don’t like swimming in water that I can’t see the bottom in. There might be dead bodies in there somewhere. Did you ever watch
The Cabin by the Lake
?”

He furrowed his brows together and bit his lip, thinking. When he realized what movie I was talking about he shook his head and burst out laughing. “Yeah, I remember that movie. It was kind of creepy, wasn’t it? Okay, so we won’t get in the water. It’s not that big of a deal anyway.”

“Phew.” I sighed in relief. “Thank you. I don’t get in the ocean either so it’s not just lakes. So,” I began, “where are you originally from, Brett? I know you can’t be from around here.”

He smirked. “How do you know that? Is it my accent?” Speaking of his accent, he didn’t have a thick one at all. He didn’t sound like a southerner and he didn’t sound like he was from the north either. It was hard to pinpoint it. “Actually, I’m from Charleston, South Carolina. I moved to this area when I was a teenager, and then to New York when I attended Columbia University. That’s where I graduated from.”

“Wow,” I exclaimed. “Columbia is a really good school. When did you get your job at M&M?”

Brett smiled and looked out at the water. “The same day I met you was the same day I landed the job with Galen’s company. That’s why I was out drinking.” He turned to me and grinned. “I was out celebrating.”

And celebrate we did.

I narrowed my eyes at his gray gaze. “Yeah, I remembered you saying something about a new job, but you never told me where. So to celebrate you were looking for a one night stand?”

He chuckled. “No, that wasn’t my intention at all. When I met you it just happened. Don’t forget you were there, too … and enjoyed every minute of it.”

Flashbacks from that night had me growing wet between my legs. We had celebrated for hours, nonstop. He was insatiable in the sheets, and his stamina was unbelievable; I could barely keep up with how hard he devoured me. It literally took a couple of days before the soreness went away after that night.

Brett’s smile slowly faded as he moved closer to me and I could feel the energy spark between us and the heat emanating off his body. His gaze lowered to my mouth, staring at me with a hunger in his eyes that sent a shiver through my veins even though I was sweating. He pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth and slowly closed the distance between our bodies. When his lips touched mine, it was a light, simple graze that had more feeling in it than the possessive kiss that he bestowed upon me in the elevator the night before.

His large, warm hands came up and gently cupped my face as he deepened the kiss. I melted into him and leaned into his touch willingly as his tongue danced along with mine. He growled low in his throat and that one sound did me in; I was starved for his touch and he knew it.

In one quick move, Brett was on his feet with my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck. Getting us away from the edge of the boat, he carried me to the middle where he laid me down gently on one of my towels I had sprawled out from earlier. Brett cuddled to my side and draped a leg in between mine while leaning on his elbow, looking down at me.

“You are so beautiful,” he breathed, running his finger along my jaw down to my collarbone. “Do you know how hard it is to see you like this and keep my restraint? I’ve wanted to touch you and take you on this boat since the first second we got on here.”

Sighing, I lowered my gaze to his hard, tanned chest and ran my fingers along his smooth skin. “Is that all you want from me, Brett? You can be honest with me you know. I don’t play games and I don’t like for people to play them with me, but I have to know what you want out of this.”

Brett smiled and traced his finger over my lips. “I don’t play games either, Melissa. Look, last night after you left I went to talk to Korinne. I think we talked for almost two hours about you.”

I gasped and covered my face with my hands. “Oh hell, what did you two talk about? Please tell me it was nothing embarrassing? Korinne has a habit with spilling that kind of stuff.”

Brett took my hands away from my face and guffawed, throwing his head back. “No nothing like that. She told me stories of you two growing up and how inseparable you were. When I called you firecracker last night I had no idea that you were really a firecracker growing up.” He laughed again and sat up, gazing down at me still lying on the deck of the boat. “Korinne told me that you were one of the smartest kids in school and that you were actually valedictorian of your graduating class. That’s impressive. I’ll admit, I was a smart kid, but I didn’t come close to that honor.”

I waved him off. “It wasn’t that big of a deal. I loved learning and reading books. Why do you think I became a teacher?”

“That’s the thing,” he piped in. “There were so many other fields you could’ve gone into, but you chose teaching. A job that you have to put a lot of time and effort into and not get the benefits. It takes a very special and dedicated person to want to be a teacher when they aren’t appreciated enough.”

That was true
. However, I loved teaching, and planned on doing it for the rest of my life. “It’s true,” I admitted. “Teachers aren’t appreciated or respected the way they should be, but it’s something I always wanted to do. Do you like your job?”

He nodded. “Love it. Plus, I make really good money building houses. I always loved drawing as a kid, so I decided to put it to good use.”

We sat in silence for a minute just staring at each other. His gaze softened when he said, “Do you want to know what else Korinne told me that really made me see what kind of person you truly are on the inside?”

When I nodded curiously, he continued, “Korinne told me about the time you found her dog dead in the backyard, and since she was too heartbroken to do anything, you buried it yourself and had a little funeral for him. She even cried when she told me the story.”

I sighed and lowered my voice, “Oh yeah, that was a terrible day. She was so upset over her dog and it broke my heart. Her parents were at work, and I just couldn’t leave her dog alone there like that.”

Brett traced my cheek with his finger and slowly grazed it down my neck to my chest. “She also told me about the time when you were both in high school and how when she didn’t make the cheerleading team you turned down your position to join even though it was the one thing you wanted to do more than anything.”

“Oh, Kori,” I whispered to myself, gazing up at the blue sky. “What am I going to do with you?”

To Brett, I said, “We were two peas in a pod back then. We did everything together and I didn’t want me making the squad come between that. As much as I wanted to be a cheerleader, her friendship and the time I spent with her meant more.”

“So you see,” Brett began, lowering himself over my body. “Your heart is pure. I could see it that night I met you and I can see it now. I haven’t met another woman like you, Melissa. I want to see where this leads because I know we have something here. No games, no lies … just truth and honesty. I want you to know me just like I want to know you.”

He pushed his knee between my legs and I opened for him, letting him settle his weight and his growing erection against my body. Propping himself on his elbows, he gazed down at me with sincere yet lust-filled eyes. “Let me in, Melissa. I need you to let me in and not hold back.”

Brett leaned down and grazed his teeth along the side of my neck, making me whimper. His lips felt hot against my already scorching skin from the blazing sun and his body blanketing mine. “Will you let me touch you?” he asked, trailing his hand over the bare mound of my breast.

Moaning, I arched my back to get closer to the feel of his hand and a deep chuckle vibrated in his chest. “Is that a yes?” he teased.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Touch me.”

Not wasting another second, he cupped my heavy breast and massaged it with his large hand, rolling my nipple through my top with his fingers. It’d been so long since I’d felt a man’s touch and it instantly made my core tighten and throb. Lifting my bathing suit top, he exposed my bare chest and lowered his dark head to nuzzle my nipple. He flicked it with his tongue, making me squirm beneath him.

“You like that?” he growled, doing it again. Before I could answer, he latched on and bit me with his teeth.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, bucking underneath him. As his mouth did wonders on my breasts, his hands had a different idea. Slowly, Brett skimmed his fingers across my bare stomach and down to my bottoms where he untied the strings. Still on top of me, he pushed my thighs farther apart and reached between my legs, thrusting one long finger inside of me.

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