Page 55 of Crash Over Us
“It wasn’t because of you. But it doesn’t matter anymore. I’m out of the Coast Guard.”
“What?” Her voice echoed in the closet. It was as loud as the wind.
“I haven’t filled out the paperwork yet, but after we make it through the hurricane, I’m going to tell Guthrie they have one less rescue swimmer. I’m not going to Virginia.”
“Are you sure?”
“I thought it would scare me. It doesn’t it. Being without you is what scared me. I wished I’d figured it out before I took the ferry.”
She pressed her forehead to mine. “I wished you’d figured it out too.”
I breathed her in. I inhaled her. “I won’t leave again. I swear.”
Our eyes met, and I lowered her to the floor of the closet. I took my time, kissing her. I lifted her shirt, dropping kisses on her stomach, making a pathway to her breasts. It took no time to toss her bra to the side, peel the tank top over her head. I lapped at her nipple before drawing it deep in my mouth.
“Ohh,” she moaned. “Promise me again.” Her breath was heavy.
“I promise.” I switched to her other tit, flicking my tongue over it wildly. Margot writhed beneath me, reaching for the button and zipper on my shorts. I shirked them down my legs along with my boxer briefs. My cock sprang forward.
I wanted more of her. I kissed along her ribs and over her navel, pressing her knees wide. Her center was wet and warm. I drew a slow lick along her velvety lips.
She hissed, pressing her hands into the back of my head. She wanted it deeper, slower. I drove my tongue inside her, twisting it back and forth while she rolled with the movements. God, I loved her. I loved every part of her body, the sounds she made, the way she tasted. I could do this all night as long as the roof stayed attached to the house. I gently sucked her clit, intensifying the pressure until she came in my mouth. Her eyes lit with passion and fire.
“I want you,” she whispered. “I want you so much.”
I nodded. “Ditto, babe.” I pressed up on my palms, kissing her roughly as my cock moved into position. With a wild thrust, I was inside her. Our tongues tangled as she met each drive of my cock with a hard tight squeeze. Oh, she was fucking amazing.
The house rattled around us. We looked at each other, smiled and I kissed behind her ear and against her neck. I squeezed her breast, taking her nipple one more time. It drove her crazy. I felt the way she clenched me, gripped me, made me harder with each squeeze.
We were so good like this. I thought about the first time we were together this summer in my room on the base. There had been a storm that night, too. But this was different. Fucking her like this. Fucking each other with this much love and intensity was like nothing I had experienced.
We came together as the storm crashed and raged outside the cottage.
I hilted myself deeper, filling her, loving her, gazing into her eyes as she called my name.
“I love you, Margot,” I growled as my release exploded.
We clung to each other, and nothing else mattered in the world.
TWENTY-EIGHT
Margot
The next morning, I moved Caleb’s heavy arm off my chest. His legs had stretched into the hallway. I giggled at the sight of his huge body cramped into this small space.
I sat forward, listening for sounds of wind or rain. It was quiet. Still. I crept out of the closet and took a peek out of the upstairs bathroom window. I had filled the tub with water as Nan had instructed. I couldn’t believe it. It was sunny. Not just sunny. It was beautiful outside. The sky was blue, and it was clear all the way to Pointe Harbor.
“Hey, you’re up?” Caleb stood behind me.
“Yeah. The hurricane is gone.” My eyes moved from the clear horizon to the amount of wood damage left in the yard and in the parking lot. “But it sure made a mess.”
He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my shoulder. “We can clean it up. Don’t worry. And I’ll help you put the piers back together, all of it.”
“Oh my God! The vending machine! The ice!” I ran out of his arms, grabbing a blanket on the way. I almost tripped over the overturned furniture on the porch. I sprinted to the pier where the machines had been secured by Jacob.
I smiled. They were still there.
I walked back inside the house. We didn’t have power. We didn’t have running water.
