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tongue. “Sorry.”
    “Don’t stop. Fuck me hard. Make me come. Please.”
    “Whose cock’s inside you?” He had to hear his name on her lips. “Tell me, damn you.”
    “You. Only you, Sam.”
    “Only me. Now fuck me.” Over and over flesh met flesh, the slapping sounds of his balls connecting with her sopping pussy, his hard breathing punctuating her whimpers and moans. He couldn’t think, only fuck. “Damn it, I can’t be gentle. I don’t want to hurt you but—”
    “Be rough. I like it that way. Make me forget…oh yess .”
    At the first convulsion of her flesh around his, he bent and caught her scream in his mouth.
    And let her take him the rest of the way, coming inside her in staccato bursts of searing heat as she shuddered with the force of her own orgasm.

Chapter Five
     
    “How’d you get down to Port Charlotte?” Sam asked the next morning, once they cleared the treacherous shallows in the channel to the cove and he set a course for the Flying Fisherman Marina.
    She shot him a shamefaced grin. “I flew to Fort Myers and took a cab to the ferry dock.”
    So Marcy still didn’t like to drive long distances. Good. “Want a ride home?”
    “Sure. Think you can scare up somebody on that radio who can get word to my office that I’m still alive?”
    Just then the port engine stalled, making the Lucky Lady try to go into a spin. Swearing, Sam wrestled the wheel and slowed the starboard engine to a crawl. “You can call in from the marina. I’ve got to have them see what’s going on with this engine. Hopefully it will be nothing but seaweed caught up in the exhausts.”
    The marina owner ran down the dock, grabbing the line Sam tossed out. “Thank God you made it. I was about to send one of the ferrymen over to Cabbage Key.”
    “We’re okay. The Lucky Lady has an exhaust fouled, though, I think.” Climbing onto the dock, Sam held a hand down for Marcy. “Can you take a look?”
    “Sure thing. Joe, bring the forklift around and haul this boat.” He turned back to Sam. “Can’t tell much about what’s wrong with her in the water. Incidentally, your friends have been worried sick. They got evacuated, but they’ve been calling here nearly every hour asking whether you two got off the island. You might want to let them know you’re okay.”
    Marcy smiled. “I’ll go do that in just a minute.”
    Sam and Marcy watched the Lucky Lady teetering on the forklift as it came out of the water. It was immediately evident that the storm had done more damage than Sam had been able to see with a few quick dives into the murky water of the cove. Damn. What would have been a relaxing all-day trip on water would take only a couple of hours on the Interstate. He’d been looking forward to some heart-to-heart conversation, maybe even another session of lovemaking. Neither was likely to happen along the busy concrete corridor.
    He turned to Marcy. “While you’re calling Ileana, you might as well arrange for us to rent a car. The Lucky Lady won’t be going anywhere today.” Sam couldn’t help grinning at the sassy picture Marcy made in his shirt and a pair of his running shorts. When she came back from the payphone, he put an arm around her. “So what’s happening with our friends?”
    “Ileana was frantic. Thought we were both swept out into the Gulf or something. I assured her we’d made it, that we were both okay, but she just kept crying. When she finally calmed down, all she could do was tease me about what had gone on between us.” Marcy shrugged. “I insisted it was nothing.”
    “It was a lot more than nothing to me.”
    She squeezed his arm. “To me too. What happened meant too much to talk about with anyone, even a good, old friend who’s enough of a romantic to want to see us back together.”
    “Doctor Kramer?”
    Sam turned to the marina owner. “What’s the verdict?”
    “I can have the Lucky Lady running by the weekend so you can get her home. She’s gonna need some