Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 157162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 786(@200wpm)___ 629(@250wpm)___ 524(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 786(@200wpm)___ 629(@250wpm)___ 524(@300wpm)
All of this was true. And it made me sound appropriately environmentally conscious. Mainly, I was afraid of the ocean, but no way would I admit that.
Elliot sucked his teeth, digesting my words while rapping his hands on the edge of the boat. “The ocean is my life, you know this.” The twinkle in his eye dimmed as we ventured into more serious territory, the land of hard truths, or the ocean of it, if you wanted to stay on theme. I liked my heeled feet firmly on land, where I could control most variables. Elliot lived at the mercy of an entity we’d never control, who would surely rise to levels to destroy our cities. We were completely wrong for each other.
“I do.” I reached into my purse, grasping my flask and sipping my vodka so I could use that as the reason for the burn in my throat. “We’re like the reverse of The Little Mermaid.”
He smirked. “You consider me a mermaid? I definitely think I can measure up in the hair department.”
Though I wanted to smile despite the subject matter, I kept my lips pursed. Elliot wouldn’t be insulted or emasculated by the comparison to The Little Mermaid.
“You are someone who the ocean would weigh and find worthy, she wouldn’t drown you in her endless depths. Me, on the other hand…” I put my hand to my chest. “I have a feeling the ocean may rightly take me as someone who deserves to be punished for my sins. Not recycling and such,” I teased.
He didn’t know the breadth of my sins, but he knew me.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
“Yes,” I easily replied.
He extended his hand again. “Then trust that I know this being that I’ve grown up on. That I know there is no way you could be found lacking, or that I’d let you go anywhere near danger. Trust me to take care of you and show you something you just may like.” He winked at me. “Something bigger than you, something you can’t control, just surrender to. And if you’re a good girl, I’ll fuck you over the edge while we watch the sun set with nothing but water on the horizon.”
A hedonistic thrill swam through my veins in response to the sexual promise. But it was my jack-hammering heart that had me gripping his hand and letting him pull me onto the boat.
“We have not been swallowed into the ocean’s depths yet,” Elliot spoke into my hair, his arms around my waist, torso settling against my back.
My hands were on the well-worn hull of the boat. Even with fading paint, the wood was smooth, telling stories of years. Of memories, of lives lived at the mercy of the ocean, what she had to offer. My eyes wandered to the mounted contraptions on the boat, presumably used to haul the catch in.
We weren’t fishing today, but I could see Elliot, sleeves rolled up, hoisting in the fish, lobster. His father too.
The low splash of the waves against the boat was a pleasing sound, as was the gentle rock that thankfully didn’t have my stomach lurching as it had in the beginning.
Being sea sick would’ve been too ironic at that moment.
With my stomach settled, I enjoyed the way the salty air kissed my face. The beauty of the horizon that stretched endlessly in front of us.
My phone didn’t have service, and there was no one else around. No ex-boyfriends lurking in the shadows. No criminal employers. No unknown shooter to be hyper-vigilant of. Nothing to worry about. Nothing to do.
We could’ve been the last two people in the world.
It was a cruel tease. To taste what it would be like to be another woman. One who could enjoy being in love with a man without threats lurking in the shadows, without skeletons in the closet, without destruction looming on the horizon.
“We haven’t,” I agreed. “I’ll put it down to being here with you rather than the ocean accepting me.”
I shivered as his low, throaty laugh hit my neck. “We’ll see,” he murmured.
I craned my head, trying to look at him. “‘We’ll see’ implies that there will be other opportunities for the ocean to hold my life in her hands.” The boat swayed quietly underneath us. “The agreement was for me to come out here once.” I held a finger up.
Elliot grinned before his lips met my neck. “We’ll see.”
When his hand slid to the waistband of my pants, dipping inside, my argument died on my tongue.
“I seem to remember promising to fuck you with you looking at the all-powerful ocean.” His fingers brushed against where I was already wet for him. “I’m a man of my word.”
I sank back against him as he toyed with me, my limbs loosening further.
He did as promised—fucked me bent over the boat, my screams of pleasure lost amongst the waves.