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hard little nub. River’s thrusts down on Fen became rougher, less controlled, as Fen stroked. Eventually, his own pleasure rising, he began to meet her on the upstroke, pushing his cock into her even as she ground down on him.
    “So close,” she murmured. “I’m so close…”
    “Come for me, River. I want to feel you come all over me. Come on my cock.”
    At his words River’s head fell back, her eyes shut as she rode him faster. Fen reveled in the sight of her seeking out her own climax, using him for her pleasure.
    “That’s it, River. Come for me. I want you to come for me, now.”
    And River did, breaking above him in a wave of bliss that sent his own orgasm building in his balls. He held her hips in his hands as he fucked upward with swift, rough strokes, pistoning in and out of her tight sheath. She gushed around him, clutching him spasmodically as she wailed out her orgasm. Feeling all that wet, grasping heat was too much and Fen came inside her in hot spurts.
    When they came to their senses, River was lying over Fen’s chest. They were both sweaty, and trembling, and gloriously sated.
    “You’re amazing, lass,” Fen told River pushing the hair away from her forehead for a kiss.
    “And you’re not so bad yourself,” River said, with a sweet little giggle.
    Then they lay in silence for a few long minutes, listening to their thundering hearts slow as the night air cooled their overheated flesh.
    And then, as if a switch had been hit, River went cold in Fen’s arms. Not physically cold–she was still warm where she lay, but emotionally, it was like she pressed a button that snapped all of her emotional shields back into place.
    “Well, that was fun,” River said, getting up off Fen like she was dismounting from a bicycle.
    Fen watched her curiously. It wasn’t often that a mortal surprised him.
    “I’m assuming from everything you said about ‘the sea is my mistress’ and you’re not for land-living that we don’t have to have any of those pesky ‘commitment talks,’” River said, making gratuitous use of air quotes with her fingers, in between pulling on her clothes.
    “Because I’m definitely not into any commitment with another man, ever again. Not that I didn’t have fun. I did really enjoy that, and you’re a great guy. Er, great selkie. But I should be going.”
    Fen let River go ahead and talk, not bothering to interrupt her. When she was fully dressed, she turned to him.
    “Will you be hanging out here for much longer?” she asked, and Fen could sense the hope she tamped down even as he registered it.
    “Yes, River,” he told her, calmly, “I’m definitely going to be here a little while longer.”
    “Good. I mean, that’s cool. Whatever. I’ll probably see you again, then. Or not. But I have to go.”
    Fen only smiled at the woman in front of him, an indulgent, knowing smile that made her decidedly uncomfortable.
    “No problem, River. You have a good night.”
    “You too,” River said, and then she bolted back to her house.
    Shaking his head, Fen lay back on his sealskin with a contented sigh. He knew River wasn’t going to make things easy; she was still way too caught up in her own trauma. But thinking of River’s lush little body and her innate sensuality, he wasn’t worried.
    The selkie definitely had his work cut out for him, when it came to getting River to accept she couldn’t shut the world out, let alone her own emotions.
    And he was going to enjoy every minute of the job.

Chapter Nine
    This is a mistake , River thought, as she trailed after Jason toward their assigned lane. The bowling alley was crowded, what with the Thursday Leagues out in force and the usual crowd of teenagers, couples on dates and families.
    There wasn’t a lot to do in Eastport, Maine, after all.
    But Thursday Bowling was a longstanding tradition that Jason loved, especially now that they had a third.
    “Hey, Jason. Hello, River,” Leo said, standing up to shake Jason’s hand