There was some fucked up shit going on. So much I decided the only thing to do was ignore it.

I couldn’t deal with the fact that Sierra had left eight years ago because of my dad. Or because she was going to have my baby. My dad was dead. How was I supposed to confront a ghost? And the baby … well, Sierra said it never got very far. I tried not to think about it. It all hurt. I didn’t want to think about the past anymore.

There were three days until she had to go back to Dallas.

And until then I was going to fucking enjoy myself.

Sierra leaned back into the cushiony seat I had affixed to the bow for her. I steered the boat farther away from the marina. She kept peeking over her shoulder to watch me behind the steering wheel. My eyes focused on the shallow waters in front of us.

The constant summer storms and drastic tidal shifts altered the channel and made boating in the Core Sound dangerous if I didn’t focus.

I slowed the boat and Sierra took in the little cove. Behind her, the moon was rising higher in the sky.

“What do you think?” I asked as I loosened the anchor from the side compartment box. I heaved it out into the water.

“It’s really pretty out here. And peaceful.”

The boat drifted closer to the shore until the anchor tugged at the bottom.

“This is my favorite spot on the whole island. I don’t get to come here as much as I’d like.” I reached into the cooler and pulled out a bottle of wine.

“Wine? I thought you were a beer guy.” Sierra stifled a laugh as I fought with the corkscrew.

“I am a beer guy, but you’re not.” I flashed her a wide grin. “I even brought glasses.” I pointed to the bag on the other side of the cooler.

“How did you have time to put all this together?”

I shrugged. “Nothing but time in the offseason.”

I steadied myself as the wake of an offshore boat passed by. Balancing one glass at a time against my chest, I poured glasses of wine.

“You cold?” I sat next to her on the bow and wrapped one arm around her.

“I’m ok.”

“Something wrong?”

Sierra rubbed her arms up and down. “No, I’m fine. Just chilly from the wind. I guess I should have worn something other than this strapless shirt.”

It was dark on the water, and except for the low light emitting from the boat’s speaker, there were no other lights.

“I like the shirt. Your boobs look hot.” I tugged on it, trying to see down the front.

“Really?” Her voice was suddenly sultry.

“Hell yeah.”

She pinched her lips together. “Too bad I’ll be cold if I take it off.”

“I think I could help with that.”

She laughed. “I’m kidding. I’m playing with you. I wouldn’t—”

“Take it off,” I ordered.

“What?”

“We used to have sex out here all the time. Take it off.” My eyes lit with hunger. I’d never wanted to fuck her like I did now.

Sierra cautiously rose from the bow. Her fingers rested on the top button. She flipped the first one.

“Whoa. Hold on.”

I grabbed Sierra and scooped her up as the boat rocked from a big wake. I brought her down to the floor of the boat before we were hit by successive waves.

“You ok?” I asked. She’d almost wiped out.

“Yeah, I’m fine. You’re pretty quick.”

“Years of practice with my sea legs.” I laughed. “I brought some blankets. Hold on.”

I opened the bow storage and grabbed a few old quilts. By the time I laid them out, Sierra’s eyes held the same lust as mine.

She reached up and pulled me toward her, brushing her lips over mine.

I snaked an arm around her waist and lowered her on her back, flat against the deck. She greedily sought my mouth with her tongue and pulled me closer to her. Her lips were warm and hungry.

My cock hardened as she hitched her legs around my waist, and slid her hands under my shirt.

As my hand reached for her calf and traced a trail on the underside of her leg, a smile spread across Sierra’s face. One inch at a time, my fingertips approached the inner softness of her thigh and started a slow swirling motion, dipping under the hem of her shorts. She let out a groan and shifted her hips, giving my fingers more access.

The more I toyed with her, the more she writhed under me. I fucking loved watching her lose control.

She gave it over to me so easily. So steadily.

I unclasped the button on her shorts. Her hips lifted as I tugged them over the curves of her thighs.

I ran my palm over her center, pressing between her legs, feeling the wetness seep through her panties.

I inhaled sharply. She was everything I remembered. Every fantasy. Every fucking dream.

I peeled her panties off before she could protest, but I saw the hesitation waiting in her eyes.

“Spread your legs for me, baby,” I growled under my breath.

She shook her head. “We’re out in the sound. What if someone sees us?” She tried to look over my shoulder.

“Then they’ll see me enjoying every sweet juicy drop of your pussy.” I eyed her. “Don’t you remember it? How I’d fuck you with my tongue?”

She whimpered.

“How I’d lick you until you shook in my arms? How you begged me to give you more? You remember the first time my tongue slid inside you? Tasted your clit. Sucked your folds so hard you screamed?”

She shook her head. “I do.”

“Imagine what I can do with my tongue now.” I grinned wolfishly. My skills had grown tenfold. She had no idea what I could do to her now.

I watched hungrily as her knees fell to the side and her wet pussy glistened under the moonlight.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

I lowered myself between her legs, taking a long slow lick from her center to her clit. I groaned, inhaling her scent. Remembering what it was like the first time I’d done this to her. How she purred under me. How I wanted to come all over her. How I was close to feeling that way again.

I bit at that tight nub before plunging my tongue inside her.

She bucked and writhed, but I couldn’t get enough, or give her enough. My tongue twisted and lapped, sucking her juices. Tasting her honey with a thirst I had thought was gone.

I looked up as I was sucking on her clit and saw her hands splayed against her chest. I reached forward, unsnapping the rest of her buttons. She groaned, massaging her breasts.

I was fucking hard as a rock. I tugged the lace down over her tits, jutting them over the bra.

“Ohh,” she cried. Her fingers finding the hard tips and pinching them.

“You’re a fucking siren. You know that?”

I dove between her legs, pumping my tongue in and out when I felt her clench around me. Her hips lifted as she ground into me relentlessly. I felt the tension in her body cling to her just before she whimpered with the orgasm. I watched in horny satisfaction as she came on the floor of my boat.

Her legs spread wide. Her fingers squeezing her hard nipples. Her pussy wet from me.

“Oh, baby.” I looked at her when she eased off the cliff of her orgasm. “So many ways to fuck you, I can’t decide which one.”

“Oh God.” She choked.

I laughed. “I think we’ll figure it out.”

I unbuckled my shorts and kicked them off my legs.

I sat on the blanket. “I want your ass right here.”

She sat up, crawling toward me. Her tits looked swollen and pushed together. They were fucking amazing.

“Straddle me,” I commanded. “I want that tight pussy of yours on my dick.”

She moved one leg and then the other until she was facing me.

I leaned back, crossing my hands behind my head. “Now fuck me.”

“Ohh, Blake.”

She came down on my shaft in a groan of pleasure as her head lashed back.

“Fuck.”

She felt too good. Hot. Tight. Wet. And she was so wild. She rode me with abandon. Her tits bouncing. Her hair flying. Her swollen clit grinding into me each time she landed against me.

And she moved faster and harder.

My hands moved to her hips, clutching at her. I speared my cock inside her as she screamed out.

“That’s it, baby,” I coaxed. “The whole damn island needs to hear how I fuck you.”

“Oh, Blake. I can’t,” she cried.

“Yes you can.”

I lifted her off my shaft and moved her to her stomach.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking this pussy how I want it.”

“Oh God.”

“You like it when I say that don’t you? When I tell you how much I want you?”

“Yes,” she begged. “It’s yours. I want your cock inside me. Please, Blake.”

I lifted her ass in the air, running my hand over the perfect roundness and softness of it. I wanted to bury myself in every part of her. Her mouth. Her ass. Her pussy. But her lips were already swollen and wet for me. I guided her back onto my dick and pushed inside her.

She hissed with release.

“Yes. More.”

I shoved her to the floor, hilting myself inside her. Her hips tilted up and I rocked inside her. My body covered hers. I kissed her ear, her neck. She turned her lips to find mine and I bit at her. Kissed her. Licked and sucked her skin while my cock pulsed inside her.

“It’s too intense,” she whimpered. “Please let me come.”

“Come hard for me.” I bit her ear as she exploded around my cock, squeezing and clamping against it like a damn vise.

“Holy hell, girl,” I groaned, knowing she had me. I couldn’t hold off.

My spine coiled before it moved to my belly and the orgasm ripped through me. I filled her with my come. It erupted from my powerful dick, spreading through her like lava.

Our bodies convulsed and shivered while the orgasms shook us and I knew that not only had I claimed her pussy again, but I had claimed Sierra.

The past was behind us, and whatever in the hell this was—it was ours.