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Authors: Megan D. Martin
Tags: Paranormal
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recognized any of the other gurghs that they’d taken out. His cousin had lived the life of a middle-aged bachelor, so there was no telling.
“You should get in,” he prompted Eve after he’d watched her start a small fire not far from the edge of the pond.
“No thanks. I’m not a risk taker like you are.”
“Could have fooled me.”
Her sea colored eyes squinted when she looked at him. “I don’t like being told what to do, Gage. The ‘shut the hell up’ look you gave me in that room pissed me off.”
Gage tried not to, but couldn’t help it, he smiled. “You are something else, Eve Mercy Wicker.”
A bewildered expression covered her face. “How did you know my middle name?”
“You told me, remember?”
“Yes, but…I didn’t think you would ever remember that.”
“Come on, Eve. Your middle name is Mercy. Like anyone could forget something like that.” The lie slipped easily off his tongue. He’d encountered plenty of other people with strange names in his lifetime and he couldn’t remember them to save his life. He remembered Mercy, because it was hers. Eve’s middle name.
“Right. Of course,” she said with an absent nod. She appeared hurt, but he couldn’t understand why. “I’m not getting in there because I don’t want to find out the hard way.”
Gage frowned. “Find out what the hard way?”
“That there is some sort of jenk that can swim faster than a motorboat.”
He burst into laughter. Is she serious?
“You think it’s funny, but you know as well as I do that those things can accomplish all kinds of crazy shit that seems impossible.” She crossed her arms over her chest, successfully mashing her boobs. The thick globes pressed against the thin fabric of her sports bra, the tanned flesh of them bursting from the top. The enticing view successfully killed his laughter, and awakened a new feeling that had his cock shooting hard beneath the dark water. “I haven’t come across one of those yet.”
“There’s a first time for everything. Nothing shocks me anymore.” She turned away and walked over to her pack and dug around inside until she pulled out some clothing. He chanced a glance around, making sure there were no gurghs.
He looked back at her. His jaw dropped making him successfully suck in a big gulp of water that had him sputtering.
“You okay back there?” She smirked over her shoulder, but he didn’t even care. She still had her back to him, but stood naked from the waist up, dropping her black sports bra and bending over to snatch another piece of clothing off the ground.
From where he swam he got a perfect view of her sculpted backside in the khaki colored shorts she wore. The angle she bent her body gave him a mere glimpse at the bare flesh of her chest, but she moved too quickly for him to see more.
She jerked a big dark blue shirt over her head, concealing herself completely. It was so large, it fell past the material of her shorts. The movement of her hands focused on her waist and he sucked in another breath, without choking himself, when her shorts hit the ground followed by black underwear.
“What are you doing?” He forced his jaw to say the words, instead of gaping open like it wanted to.
She bent and picked up the clothes she dropped. “I have to wash my clothes somehow.” She knelt by the shore amongst the barren weeds and began rinsing each article with deliberate care. His gaze followed her every move. Each one more enticing than the last. She washed her shorts first and her bra second. The twisting and wringing of her delicate hands only made his cock throb harder under the water. The fucker still rampant and hard since the moment her breasts bulged from the top of her bra. Every movement she made caused the large shirt she wore to expose more of her tanned thighs.
When she started washing the colored underwear, he made a decision. Every fiber of his being demanding that he swim as fast as he could and snatch her from the
“You should get in,” he prompted Eve after he’d watched her start a small fire not far from the edge of the pond.
“No thanks. I’m not a risk taker like you are.”
“Could have fooled me.”
Her sea colored eyes squinted when she looked at him. “I don’t like being told what to do, Gage. The ‘shut the hell up’ look you gave me in that room pissed me off.”
Gage tried not to, but couldn’t help it, he smiled. “You are something else, Eve Mercy Wicker.”
A bewildered expression covered her face. “How did you know my middle name?”
“You told me, remember?”
“Yes, but…I didn’t think you would ever remember that.”
“Come on, Eve. Your middle name is Mercy. Like anyone could forget something like that.” The lie slipped easily off his tongue. He’d encountered plenty of other people with strange names in his lifetime and he couldn’t remember them to save his life. He remembered Mercy, because it was hers. Eve’s middle name.
“Right. Of course,” she said with an absent nod. She appeared hurt, but he couldn’t understand why. “I’m not getting in there because I don’t want to find out the hard way.”
Gage frowned. “Find out what the hard way?”
“That there is some sort of jenk that can swim faster than a motorboat.”
He burst into laughter. Is she serious?
“You think it’s funny, but you know as well as I do that those things can accomplish all kinds of crazy shit that seems impossible.” She crossed her arms over her chest, successfully mashing her boobs. The thick globes pressed against the thin fabric of her sports bra, the tanned flesh of them bursting from the top. The enticing view successfully killed his laughter, and awakened a new feeling that had his cock shooting hard beneath the dark water. “I haven’t come across one of those yet.”
“There’s a first time for everything. Nothing shocks me anymore.” She turned away and walked over to her pack and dug around inside until she pulled out some clothing. He chanced a glance around, making sure there were no gurghs.
He looked back at her. His jaw dropped making him successfully suck in a big gulp of water that had him sputtering.
“You okay back there?” She smirked over her shoulder, but he didn’t even care. She still had her back to him, but stood naked from the waist up, dropping her black sports bra and bending over to snatch another piece of clothing off the ground.
From where he swam he got a perfect view of her sculpted backside in the khaki colored shorts she wore. The angle she bent her body gave him a mere glimpse at the bare flesh of her chest, but she moved too quickly for him to see more.
She jerked a big dark blue shirt over her head, concealing herself completely. It was so large, it fell past the material of her shorts. The movement of her hands focused on her waist and he sucked in another breath, without choking himself, when her shorts hit the ground followed by black underwear.
“What are you doing?” He forced his jaw to say the words, instead of gaping open like it wanted to.
She bent and picked up the clothes she dropped. “I have to wash my clothes somehow.” She knelt by the shore amongst the barren weeds and began rinsing each article with deliberate care. His gaze followed her every move. Each one more enticing than the last. She washed her shorts first and her bra second. The twisting and wringing of her delicate hands only made his cock throb harder under the water. The fucker still rampant and hard since the moment her breasts bulged from the top of her bra. Every movement she made caused the large shirt she wore to expose more of her tanned thighs.
When she started washing the colored underwear, he made a decision. Every fiber of his being demanding that he swim as fast as he could and snatch her from the