Page 30 of Starting Over With the Sea Monster
“Come on,” Noah says. “Come in with me.”
My mouth drops open. “But I don’t have my bathing suit!”
“Neither do I. What a shame that we’d both be naked. I can’t promise my tentacles won’t roam. It would be a shame for you to miss it.” With a wink, he slides his jeans and underwear over his hips, exposing his lower belly and cock. Even soft he’s impressive. I lick my lips, my mouth suddenly dry.
Can I do this? Skinny dipping in the middle of the day in public is such a wildly outrageous act, I’d never even consider it back home.
Noah doesn’t leave me long to consider. He tosses aside the jeans and grins at me. “Five seconds to decide, Zeston.” Then he dives right in.
FOURTEEN
Noah
Seeing Barb again was harder than I anticipated. She’s aged since the last time I saw her, but I swear that look of pity instantly took me back five years. That expression is burned into my memory. Barb was always kind to me, but hers is the face I stared at from the altar on my wedding day. My not-to-be-mother-in-law.
Not her fault her daughter’s a piece of shit.
Or maybe it is. I guess I don’t really know her. I never had the chance.
The sudden cool of the water on my skin as I dive into the inlet washes all that away, and for a blissful moment I just float as my body shifts and I relax into my kraken form.
Then there’s a shriek and a splash and I’m face-to-face with Olivia, who has jumped into the water about two feet from where I’m submerged.
Well fuck me sideways. I didn’t think she’d actually do it. This girl just keeps on surprising me at every turn. Little bubbles of air escape her mouth as she kicks her legs and tries to keep herself from floating to the surface, presumably so she can watch me as my body completes the shift. Too bad she’s too late.
Of course my tentacles glow brighter and my cock decides that now is a good time to put on a show as well, growing and lengthening to almost its full size. And yeah, I love the way her gaze drops there and her eyes grow wide and hungry.
When she starts to drift toward the surface, impulsively I reach out and pull her close, winding my tentacles around her legs and behind her back, drawing her to me.
A flurry of bubbles bursts from her as she lets out a startled noise muffled by the water, but her skin tastes of nothing but excitement and arousal. No fear.
I like the way she tastes. Every sensor on every tentacle is primed to devour the taste of her. Being in contact with so much of her skin all at once like this is almost overwhelming.
She’ll need air if I’m to keep her underwater for much longer. I could release her, take her to the surface. But I’d rather keep her right here with me. So I bend the rules a little.
Leaning close, I breathe into her mouth—not a kiss—until her eyes widen and she draws in air from my lungs. My gills allow me to take what I need from the water around us.
It might be a mistake. Even though it’s not a kiss, my lips still linger on hers, brushing sweetly against the soft skin. As soon as my mouth closes over hers, she molds against me, breasts pressing against my chest, nipples hard and pebbled.
That makes it hard to pull away, especially when my cock throbs against her belly and the tip of one tentacle strays toward her succulent pussy and I get my first taste of just how slick and ready she is for me.
Fuck.
I draw back with a shudder rather than turn the breath-giving into something more. I’ve never wanted anything like I want to kiss Olivia. Twisting, I curl us through the water, fighting the impulse. I should let her go. I should back away from whatever it is we’re doing here before I let myself get tangled in something that will keep me from ever surfacing again, but I can’t make my tentacles release her.
So I propel us deeper, away from the jetty, lazily rolling through patches of sunlight and shadow, enjoying her smile of wonder and the way she clings to me. I take us further down the inlet until we can surface away from the prying eyes of anyone who does come along the road. Not that this spot gets much traffic on a Monday in the middle of the day, but occasionally a retired fisherman picks it or a local teen wags school and comes down for a swim. I should know. I was one of them a long time ago.
When I lift us to the sunlight, Olivia stays on her back, staring up at the wisps of white cloud in the blue sky for a long moment. Then she turns her head to look at me. “It must be so amazing to be able to do that. I wish I had half a hope of moving through the water like that.”
“It comes with plenty of downsides, don’t worry.”
“Like?”
“Like never really feeling accepted. It took people in Kraken Cove a long time to get over their shock when my family revealed what we were. I don’t think some people ever really got over it. I certainly never felt like we were accepted in the community the same way after that. But I guess I never did even before they knew. I was never that good at making friends.”
Olivia rights herself, kicking her feet to tread water. “Oh, I bet that’s not true.”
I snort, facing her, longing to draw her close again but resisting. “Shouldn’t make bets you’re sure to lose, Zeston.”
