Stone
I drove the boat back with a few directions on how to find Pontiac’s pier. Kara was engrossed in bird droppings and also in making sure I didn’t grab her map or her for that matter.
She was a woman with focus. I had to respect that.
I easily pulled the boat in, and we tied it off.
There wasn’t so much as a see you later as she hurried up the pier with her samples and off to wherever her office was. She loaded her gear into the basket an actual bicycle and pedaled off. She pedaled fast and furious with increasingly crazy hair flying behind her and I watched as she faded from view.
Vivid as hell in my mind was that kiss and the way her skin felt under my hands. I instantly worried about letting her go off on her own.
This was her town, her life, and I’m sure she was all right, but at a gut level, I wanted to see her safely get wherever she was going.
Instead, I walked over to Jason Ross’s Bike Rental and Repair and with mixed emotions about what I wanted to hear. It had been a long day so even if I’d been able to leave I wouldn’t. Plus, the cabin on the boat Sawyer had gotten for me to hide out in was like a fucking Hilton compared to where I’d been.
On the one hand, I knew I needed to get out of Gold Cross and roll, on the other hand, I wanted my hands on Kara Ross.
Her brother Jason was working on another bike when I walked in. Mine was safely parked in a corner.
“What’s the diagnosis?”
“Not good pal, not good.”
“Shit.”
“I think it’s a two-day job at least.”
“Something you can handle?”
“Yeah, there’s a part I need from a guy one town over. I’m not going to be able to get it until he opens tomorrow. Then I’ll have to install it, could take most of tomorrow.”
I was going to be stuck in Gold Cross for a few days.
“That your boat out there? Pretty nice.”
“More or less. I chauffeured your sister around the water today.”
“Yeah I heard about Frank and Estelle’s boat. Fucking Butchie Fasbender.”
“Oh, and your sister, does she always bike all over town?”
“Yep, no car. Where was she headed?”
“Her office.”
“Let me guess, she had some bird shit or turtle poop in her basket?”
“You know your sister well.” Jason laughed.
“Well, that’s better than what she could be doing. I’ll get working on this first thing tomorrow.” I wondered if he was talking about that map of hers. I shrugged it off, though. I was interested in Kara Ross’s body. Not messing up whatever was going on in her life.
“Thanks.”
I headed back to the bar. I wouldn’t mind a cold beer and I also wanted to be sure that Frank and Estelle had solved their loan shark trouble.
“Well look who’s back? Good day on the water?”
Frank was behind the bar, and it was just starting to fill with bikers who looked a lot like me. From young to geriatric.
“Yes, I think so. Very scenic place you have.”
“So sorry about that scene you saw in our kitchen. Not something we’re proud of or our customers should see,” Frank said.
“I think I was at the right place at the right time in my opinion.”
“You sure helped our Kara out so I owe you a beer.” Frank poured one from the tap into a glass and slid it over to me.
“Seems like quite a few people have quite a bit of debt to the bank or to that Butchie?”
“Eh, Butchie’s just the muscle and yeah the real estate collapse hit us hard here. But you don’t want to try to hear about all the problems in Gold Cross. It would take a lifetime.”
“I do have a few days.”
“Yeah? Staying on?” Frank asked as he continued to keep up with drink orders that came into the bar.
“My bike has more serious problems than I thought. Jason says it’s going to take a while.”
“Well, I’m sure he told you getting a hotel room this month is impossible. Bike month is nuts. You need a place to stay? We an RV out back that’s currently empty. You helped our Kara. I’d love to return the favor.”
“Actually, I’ve got a cabin that’s perfect on the boat so I’m all set.”
“I saw that boat docking. She's a beauty. Our customers go late here but feel free to keep your boat docked on Pontiac’s Pier. We have about a dozen slips, and it’s first come first serve. I don’t charge. Also, if you’re not shy, I’ve got a beach shower right there. You’ll be all set.”
“Seems like you should charge, though.” Frank waved off my suggestion. The people in this town needed cash. I’d already decided that I’d pay him to dock the boat whether he liked it or not. I was used to late nights at the Wolf Den back home with my brothers. A little partying at the bar wasn’t going to rattle me if I wanted to sleep.
I’d been a part of starting several successful businesses thanks to the Great Wolves going legit. I wondered if anything here could be turned into a cash cow. The people sure seemed to need something to get out from under the bank and the loan sharks.
Estelle came over and gave me a hug.
“Thank you ma’am.”
“You’re our new favorite biker after this morning. And you can see that’s saying something. We get a lot of bikers in here.”
I looked around Pontiac’s, and it was filling up. All the bar seats were taken around me. The dance floor was moving. And the outdoor patio seemed to be crowded too.
“You sure do.”
“Stone’s going to be staying for a few days on that snazzy Cobalt,” Frank informed his wife. Estelle looked out to the dock and gave me a thumbs up. It was a spectacular boat.
“Wonderful! So glad to hear it. And may I make a suggestion?”
“Sure.”
“Go over to Island Togs in the morning. You’re going to need to be more comfortable. We’ve got some hot weather headed our way, and that leather isn’t going to be to work.”
“I suppose I could use some shorts.”
“Right, and make sure they’re not leather shorts. And a bathing suit, and flip-flops.” She added to the list of vacation clothes. I had none of that in my bag. I was on the run not on vacation. But I supposed she was right. Best not to advertise that you were in a resort town with not one piece of clothing that wasn’t jeans or leather.
“I draw the line on sandals,” I told her. Estelle laughed and got back to managing Pontiac’s.
I stood up looked around. I had hoped to run into Kara after her mad dash to her office but no such luck.
I supposed I could find a woman to keep me warm tonight, to finish what I started with Kara’s kiss. I was not going to sleep well. Maybe a woman here could help take the edge off. I kept flashing on Kara’s mouth, how she’d fit me like a glove. I really hadn’t intended to try to fuck her. But shit just took over when I got close to her.
Yeah, I needed to find a woman tonight to get my mind of sinking deep into that pretty little mad scientist. I scanned the crowd.
It left me a little disappointed and hollow. None of the women looked at all like Kara.
I wanted her in my bed and didn’t have one bit of interest in the girls in bikinis or the biker chicks at the bar. Fuck it. Apparently, I was just going to be uncomfortable.
I went back out on the Cobalt and took a look around. It had a bathroom, it’s own shower stall, a sink, a stovetop, and even a table. Beyond that, there was a bed big enough for two. Maybe three if I was really lucky. It was really the perfect set up. Damn, my club was good to me.
The thought of bringing Kara down here popped into my head no matter how I tried to distract myself.
I wondered would she actually be hunting for treasure with that map of hers?
Was it even real?
Well, I wasn’t going anywhere for at least one more day so maybe I’d find out.
I heard a voice call my name.
“Hello? You in there?”
It was Kara.
“Come on down.” I was happy as hell to see her. She’d showered, changed into some pretty little dress, and looked sweet enough to eat.
She hesitated.
“Come on in. Take a look. The grand tour doesn’t take long.”
“Jesus it is nice down here. I love this boat,” she said as she looked around.
“Yeah I love that it can help you out.”
“So, I was wondering. Are you going to be here tomorrow?”
“Yes, it looks like at least one more day.”
“Would you, uh?” I knew she wanted a favor, and I was here to grant it to her. I’d pretty much do whatever she wanted. She just didn’t know it.
“You want to go treasure hunting?” I stepped toward her and caged her between the little counter and my body. She’d come down to my little lair, and I couldn’t resist showing her exactly what that meant.
“Now what did you want?” I asked her and she leaned her hips into mine.
“I came to see if we could go out again on the water tomorrow?” Her voice was quiet. She was shy, tentative, but she let me keep her close to me.
“Another day with you?”
“Yes, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Coming to see you.” I didn’t really care what she was saying. I cared that she smelled clean, that her little dress was hardly a barrier between us.
“I think it was an excellent idea.” And I leaned down and brushed my lips against hers. They were soft and yielding. I’d never fit with lips like these before. She didn’t protest or move away so I darted my tongue to the tip of hers.
She tasted of something sweet. Fruity.
I didn’t want to push too fast, but I wanted her. Our tongues met again, and she put her hands up into my hair. It felt good to be touched, to have her touch me and the kiss deepened. The bank teller may have gotten it wrong because this woman knew how to kiss.
Her body pressed into mine, and my hands slid up and down her arms and to her back. This kiss wasn’t going to stay a kiss. I wanted her naked, I wanted her in that bed behind us.
I had no idea how long it lasted. I felt her nipples straining against her dress and rubbing against my chest.
Finally, we separated, out of breath, I was on fire for her and wanted to let my mouth explore the rest of her.
But maybe the bank teller was right, maybe this was all new to her. That presented a lot of fun possibilities I could explore with her.
I had her for the day tomorrow if I didn’t scare her off tonight.
“Oh my God. You’re a really good kisser. I shouldn’t have probably come down here at night.”
“You’re all grown up right?”
“Yes, it’s just…” She didn’t finish the sentence. She seemed to be reconsidering the wisdom of spending more time with me.
“What time do you want to leave in the morning?”
“A little before lunch?”
“Fine.” And I plunged in again. I kissed her lips, and she melted into me. I trailed my mouth down to her neck and to the top of her breast. I used my teeth to trap one of her nipples through the fabric of her dress. She moaned, and it was the most delicious little sound. She may not be experienced, but she was responding to my touch more than any woman I’d been with.
She wanted more. And I would give it to her. I slid one side of her bra strap down and watched her tremble. She was scared it was clear. But curious. I lifted her breast out of the cup and sucked in her nipple. This time, no fabric to protect it. I heard her gasp.
I wanted her to want more. I wanted her to get the idea of what we could be like together. I wanted her to be begging when the time was right.
I nibbled gently and palmed her other breast, still hidden in her dress. It took everything I could not to rip it open all the way. To take her right then. To pull up her skirt and slide her panties off. To lift her legs apart. But I stopped. I wanted to break down her barriers, and that mean letting her think about this. It meant letting her fantasize about how it would feel to have me inside her. I knew I would be thinking about it all night.
I slowly slid her bra back into place. She opened her eyes. I kissed her again.
“What was that,” She asked. “I’m sorry I just don’t have much uh, experience.”
“It’s okay. I do.”
“I better go.”
“See you tomorrow Kara.” And I moved aside as she sprinted topside and out of the boat.
I could have pounded nails with my cock at that point but hey. Tomorrow wasn’t that far away.
Kara
I wanted him to keep going but was also totally out of my league. This I knew. When Stone put my bra strap back up, I was massively disappointed, and I also smart enough to know it was time to go.
I didn’t have a clue on how to handle someone like him. Hell, I didn’t have a clue on how to handle college guys in my biology lab. Stone was beyond that. I did know I wanted to see him again. At the same time, my face was red hot wondering how I would be able to look him in the eye.
I’d kissed him twice now and this time, oh, the sensations his mouth made me feel.
I went up to my room after my second Stone make out session and realized I could see the boat from my window. I had a light on in my room. Was he looking up at me?
Something in me hoped so. I wanted him to see me. But I turned off my light. I did not want the entire bar to see me. I did imagine Stone was still watching as I dropped my dress to the floor and climbed into bed.
Playing with Stone would be a very bad idea. But I was tired of being the good girl.
If I was really descended from pirates, it was time for me to do a little swashbuckling.
Daddy always kept me away from boys. I spent all my time at school or helping him research. There was never any time for dating. And in college, there was never one man that ever held my interest. And so here I was, 21, and I’d never had sex.
One of those brief boyfriends spread it around that I was frigid after I wouldn’t have sex with him and it was embarrassing as hell. My Dad heard the rumor and told me to hold on to my purity, Kevin heard it too. The island could be like high school all over again.
I suppose it made me a freak. It made me more interesting to Kevin Potter too. He was always telling me he was going to show me this or that. He was always using that word pure. I hated it.
When Stone touched me, for the first time in my life I wanted him to keep going. I wanted him to show me more. I wasn’t pure. I just hadn’t done it yet. I hadn’t been interested. That had changed. I wanted Stone.
I fell asleep thinking about his lips on me. Everywhere.