It’s been a slow day, no calls so far, so we’ve been out searching for six hours for the missing fishermen, and unfortunately, there are no signs of them. The mood in the helicopter is dreary and I’m not sure if it’s because of our mission or ‘cause Guy and Luke can sense that we are keeping something from them.

“So what did you do last night?” I ask Luke, trying to be friendly and keep shit kosher.

“Not much, man, went to the gym and then chilled. You?”

“Saw the doctor, then met a friend for a few drinks and surfed a little.”

“Really? Guy said you had dinner with him, Macey, and Cam.”

“Yeah, that too. But it was later in the night.”

He doesn’t respond and I glance at Cameron, then go back to looking out the window. “You surf a lot?” he asks me.

“All the time.”

“You should teach me to surf. I tried when I was younger, but I never stuck with it.”

“Yeah, bro, whenever you want.”

“How about tonight?” he asks me.

I look at Cameron with wide eyes and she shrugs her shoulders at me.

“You surf, don’t ya, Cam?” he asks her.

“Uh-huh,” she says.

“Come with us.”

“Yeah, sure,” she tells him, aggravating me. I really don’t want to be around him having to hide that we are back together and that I’m aware he and Cam hooked up.

“Did Seth get ahold of you, Cam?” Luke asks.

“No, why?”

“He’s coming back into town. The condo sold so he’s gotta sign all the paperwork at the closing and shit.”

“I’m surprised you haven’t heard from him,” Guy says.

“Why?”

“Isn’t he staying with you when he comes back?” What the fuck, why would he stay with her?

“I don’t think so,” she says.

“Doesn’t he have family he can stay with here?” I blurt out and Cameron mouths to me, “Don’t.”

“Nah, his family is in Cali, where he and his girl moved. We were all he had here,” Guy says, then suddenly Cameron interrupts us, “I spot something at eleven o’clock.” Unbuckling my safety belt, I slide over to her window and look outside. Sure enough there is someone in the water waving their arms back and forth. Their head looks like a floating soccer ball, out there in the middle of the ocean, and I don’t know how she spotted him.

Luke calls it in over the radio, and Guy circles him before making a descent, getting us close enough to go down into the open waters and rescue him.

Cameron unbuckles and I whisper to her, “Let me go down,” hating to see her risk her life.

“No,” she’s adamant, and I’m pretty sure there is no talking her out of it.

Grabbing the rope, I attach it to the basket as she adjusts her snorkel and mask. The guy is floating in the water, and she’s got nothing to land on, so she has to jump in. Opening the door, Guy gives her the all-clear. The seas are moderate today, and I want to kiss her so bad before she jumps, but I can’t. She winks at me and then goes. As I watch her land and swim to the man, I wonder how in the world he survived in these open waters floating all the way from Miami up here. I’m sure he’s gotta be one of the missing fishermen, as we haven’t received word of any other missing persons in our area. Slowly, I lower the basket down to the guy that Cameron has made it to, getting close enough for her to grab ahold of. Once she does, she gets him in the basket and then signals that she’s clear. I wait for Guy to give me the go ahead from up front before bringing him in.

“You’re clear to proceed, Nixon.”

The second he says the word “clear,” I hit the button bringing him up. Once he’s in the helicopter, I lower the basket back down to get her out of the ocean as quickly as possible, my jaw clenched with the worry I can’t completely push away. It seems to take forever until I have her back, but once I do, I kiss her neck, not able to control myself.

“What’s your name?” Luke asks the man.

“Jack,” he says.

“Hey Jack,” I respond and begin to work on him. “Jack, is your last name Brightly?” Luke asks him and he says, “Yes,” through a shaky tone.

“That’s affirmative, we have one Jack Brightly, onboard USCG 6035 and are en route to Jupiter Medical Center.”

“Ten-four. USCG 6035, what’s your ETA?” the dispatcher asks.

“T minus seven minutes,” Guys says, and Cameron and I get Jack on a body board, then take his vitals and begin an IV. He’s clearly dehydrated, you can tell from looking in his eyes.

“You feeling okay?” Cameron asks him.

He’s shaking, his body is in shock from going through what he has endured, yet he has the wherewithal to tell her, “Thank you for saving my life.”

“Of course. It’s what we do. Everything is going to be okay now.”

Cameron looks up at me, her face flushed and she’s still breathing hard. “Good job,” I tell her and wink. She gives me a wink back and I remind myself that I’ll get to have her tonight after work. Well…I will after I finish dealing with Luke and his fucking surf lessons.

* * *

“You want me to text you my address?” I ask Luke as we walk out of work.

“Yeah, I’ll run home and change, then head that way.”

“Cool, see ya in a bit.”

Cameron walks off from us and says, “Night, guys.”

“You’re coming, Cam, right?” Luke asks her.

“Yeah, you wanna text me your address too?” she asks me.

“Sure.”

I hop in my truck and dial her phone number. She looks over at me through her tinted windows and answers, “Hey, big cock.”

“You have two options,” I tell her.

“Do I now?”

“Yes, you can either beat Luke to my house so I can fuck you, or you can talk dirty to me right now and I’ll jerk off in my truck.”

She giggles and I tell her, “I’m dead serious, baby.”

“Oh, I’m sure you are. But I want your cock inside me, so you better get home.”

Peeling out of the lot, I put the pedal down. “You still want to talk dirty to me while we drive?”

“What do you mean? Like you want me to tell you how fucking hard it was to sit next to you all day, while I watched your dick straining your pants, or how I’d clench my pussy every time you brushed up against me?”

“Keep going,” I tell her, my cock stiffening from her words, loving how she’s having the same struggles that I am.

“Did you just pass me?” she asks me, and I look in my rearview mirror to see her tiny black sports car fly up on me.

“Guess, I did. I didn’t want to miss my opportunity to fuck you.”

“Come to my place then. If Luke shows up at your house and you’re not there, tell him you had to buy some sex wax for the boards or something.” She laughs out loud and I tell her, “Oh, I’ll show you sex wax.” We race to her house and somehow I get caught at a light. As I pull up, she is already parked and I run in. The second that I open the door, I find her naked in her bedroom. Turning the lock, she asks me, “Which one?” and holds up two swimming suits.

“Neither.”

“I mean for tonight.”

“Don’t you have a wetsuit or something?” I ask her and immediately finger her pussy. She braces her weight back on her dresser, her bottom lip tucked beneath her teeth. “Jesus, Nixon.”

“You like when I finger you?” I ask her and roll one of her nipples in between my teeth.

“Uh huh.” She reaches down and begins to rub my cock. “Fuck me. We don’t have much time.”

“We have all the time in the world, baby, that fucker isn’t going to rush my time with you.”

She unzips my pants which fall to my ankles and I rip my shirt above my head. “Fuck me!” she orders me again and I barrel into her, with no warning as I slam her hard.

She loses her breath and looks at me wide-eyed. “Is this what you wanted?” I slam her over and over. Each time, she yelps, her head hanging back, and I get lost in her scent, kissing and sucking on her neck.

My mouth is matched with my thrusts, and then there is a knock on her door that stops me dead in my tracks. “Cam?” Luke calls out.

What the fuck?

“Uhhhh, one second.”

My eyebrows crease as I gaze down at her, pissed off for responding. “Let me come,” I tell her, and she whispers, “No, he can’t know you’re here.”

Taking one hand, I place it over her mouth and with my other I lift her off the floor and carry her to her bed, where I fuck her hard. My hand still covering her mouth to muffle her noises. She quietly moans clenching my dick, giving me a solid fucking come, my entire body tensing as I fill her with my white, before I pull out of her. Throwing her clothes at her, she struggles to get dressed. She laughs at me and asks me, “What are we going to do?”

He knocks again and I tell her, “I’ll stand behind the door, and when he comes in, hug him and I’ll slip out.

Going to the door, she opens it as I stay tucked behind it, “Sorry, I was video chatting with Conner and the connection was so spotty.”

“That’s okay, is Nixon here?” he asks.

“No!” she shrieks and pulls him into a hug. “Why would you ask that?” I hear her say to him as I slip out, wanting to pull them apart first…but I don’t.

“I thought his truck was outside,” he tells her and then I hear the door close.

That motherfucker.

What was he thinking coming to her house? I should’ve left the door unlocked so he could’ve caught me banging her. Maybe then he’d get the point through his puny fucking brain; she wants a man, not a boy.