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Authors: Kim Hornsby
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mountain tops across the lake. Without conscious thought, she stripped down to nothing and dove into the blackness of the bay. Daily temperatures were still summery warm and the water’s contrasting coolness was blissful.
Her legs kicked silently below the surface to take her out to the deeper water. Glancing back at the pile of clothes on the end of the dock, it looked like her body had mysteriously disintegrated to leave only a pair of shorts, a shirt and underwear. Her hands cut the surface as she swam to the center of the bay, slightly drunk on the haunting tune that lingered in her head. Rolling onto her back, she stared at the stars, her breasts bobbing on the dark surface of the lake. They were tender now. Soon, other changes would present themselves and she’d feel more confident about the longevity of the pregnancy.
She moved closer to shore. Her bare body felt unencumbered, rolling from front to back and around several times. Her breasts hit the cooler air on the surface and a sexual thrill shot through her body. She recalled making love with Burn near the dock. Never again. Her sex life would now only involve fantasies about men who might possibly love her, not ever knowing she was Goldy.
“You were a singer?” they’d say. “I didn’t know.” Her fantasy man never had black hair past his shoulders, no tattoos, never wore leather and chains or heavy eye makeup. Funny thing was, without all that, Burn was actually a sweet-looking man—beautifully boyish, just out of the shower. It was his curse that he worried constantly that everyone didn’t love him enough.
Swimming to the shallows, Nikki pondered the conundrum of Pete Bayer. Physically he was so different from Burn, more likely to know how to swing an axe, drive a racing car, rock climb, and survive in the wilderness. Pete was probably the type to sleep in the nude, enjoying the coolness of sheets on his skin, not the type to keep his clothes on during sex like her movie-star crush. Judging from the way Pete kissed her, she guessed he’d be aggressive in bed. He had those sleepy-looking blue eyes, that gravelly voice, the strong torso, and those arms that caught her before she fell at the grocery store.
She grabbed her clothes from the dock and walked through the water toward the beach. The shirt slipped over her head easily and fell past her shoulders and down to her hips. Walking bare-assed out of the water in the dark, Nikki headed for the towel on the lounge chair but stopped when a muffled yell came from the house across the bay. Her initial thought was that Pete had climaxed during sex but realized she’d only been fantasizing about him. She wrapped the towel around her waist.
Elvis’s yipping from the cottage drowned out every sound now that he’d spotted Nikki. When she opened the door, another noise called from across the bay. This time it was not a man’s voice. It was softer, higher, like a whoop. She hadn’t thought that Pete Bayer might be entertaining a woman.
Moving to the dock’s edge, she sat facing the Dickersons’ house. Spying was what other people had done to her for two decades, and she chided herself for this cartoonish, snoopy version of herself. Still, she waited to listen. Just in case. But nothing else punctuated the night air. No laughing, no yelling, no screams of sexual satisfaction.
Too cold to stay longer, she returned to the house, set the security alarm and trudged up the stairs to bed, feeling rejected and old. People were probably having sex next door while she was swimming naked by herself.
Chapter 6
Skimming across the water at full throttle, the feeling of speed was both scary and exhilarating for Nikki. She’d been staring at the insides of her eyelids a lot lately. Napping, sometimes twice a day, had become the norm but soon the second trimester would allow her more energy. She’d have to break the news of her pregnancy to Quinn before the obvious look of pregnancy arrived. But what words would
Her legs kicked silently below the surface to take her out to the deeper water. Glancing back at the pile of clothes on the end of the dock, it looked like her body had mysteriously disintegrated to leave only a pair of shorts, a shirt and underwear. Her hands cut the surface as she swam to the center of the bay, slightly drunk on the haunting tune that lingered in her head. Rolling onto her back, she stared at the stars, her breasts bobbing on the dark surface of the lake. They were tender now. Soon, other changes would present themselves and she’d feel more confident about the longevity of the pregnancy.
She moved closer to shore. Her bare body felt unencumbered, rolling from front to back and around several times. Her breasts hit the cooler air on the surface and a sexual thrill shot through her body. She recalled making love with Burn near the dock. Never again. Her sex life would now only involve fantasies about men who might possibly love her, not ever knowing she was Goldy.
“You were a singer?” they’d say. “I didn’t know.” Her fantasy man never had black hair past his shoulders, no tattoos, never wore leather and chains or heavy eye makeup. Funny thing was, without all that, Burn was actually a sweet-looking man—beautifully boyish, just out of the shower. It was his curse that he worried constantly that everyone didn’t love him enough.
Swimming to the shallows, Nikki pondered the conundrum of Pete Bayer. Physically he was so different from Burn, more likely to know how to swing an axe, drive a racing car, rock climb, and survive in the wilderness. Pete was probably the type to sleep in the nude, enjoying the coolness of sheets on his skin, not the type to keep his clothes on during sex like her movie-star crush. Judging from the way Pete kissed her, she guessed he’d be aggressive in bed. He had those sleepy-looking blue eyes, that gravelly voice, the strong torso, and those arms that caught her before she fell at the grocery store.
She grabbed her clothes from the dock and walked through the water toward the beach. The shirt slipped over her head easily and fell past her shoulders and down to her hips. Walking bare-assed out of the water in the dark, Nikki headed for the towel on the lounge chair but stopped when a muffled yell came from the house across the bay. Her initial thought was that Pete had climaxed during sex but realized she’d only been fantasizing about him. She wrapped the towel around her waist.
Elvis’s yipping from the cottage drowned out every sound now that he’d spotted Nikki. When she opened the door, another noise called from across the bay. This time it was not a man’s voice. It was softer, higher, like a whoop. She hadn’t thought that Pete Bayer might be entertaining a woman.
Moving to the dock’s edge, she sat facing the Dickersons’ house. Spying was what other people had done to her for two decades, and she chided herself for this cartoonish, snoopy version of herself. Still, she waited to listen. Just in case. But nothing else punctuated the night air. No laughing, no yelling, no screams of sexual satisfaction.
Too cold to stay longer, she returned to the house, set the security alarm and trudged up the stairs to bed, feeling rejected and old. People were probably having sex next door while she was swimming naked by herself.
Chapter 6
Skimming across the water at full throttle, the feeling of speed was both scary and exhilarating for Nikki. She’d been staring at the insides of her eyelids a lot lately. Napping, sometimes twice a day, had become the norm but soon the second trimester would allow her more energy. She’d have to break the news of her pregnancy to Quinn before the obvious look of pregnancy arrived. But what words would
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