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ONE
Nash
It’s always the sa lifted fro, that I’ll look down ataway fro, the box that now rests on the faded planks of the dock
I straighten and takelife I hit the cairl frahted square
She’s lying on the top deck of a yacht across the way It’s swaying gently against the dock at the reat boat, but it’s not the boat that I’irl She’s young, she’s blond, and she’s topless
Her skin is shiny with tanning oil and the sun glints off the firlobes of her tits They’re the perfect handful, the kind that begs to be squeezed until she h it’s warainst it They’re pouty and pink and they make my dick throb
Damn, I love the marina!
Soirl inoff down the pier I bite back the snide coue Cash wouldn’t bother He doesn’t hold his tongue for anybody But I’m not Cash
Ignoring the old irl with the great rack But before I can find her again, so else catches my attention
There’s a e of the shore He’s lounging against the back wall of the little shack that sells basic grocery iteas for the various watercraft that use theabout the way he’s dressed that see slacks Like, dress slacks And he’s pulling a thin rectangle out of his pocket For the most part it looks like a cell phone Only it’s not With the nification of my camera, I can see that it’s just a plain black box with a little red button on top
I see his thu slams into me so hard it knocks me off my feet and into the water behind me
Then there’s nothing
I don’t kno many minutes, or hours, or even days have passed when I wake up in the water I’ainst the nubby, barnacle-covered pier
Achy, I urge my muscles into motion and roll onto my stomach Stiffly, I ease into a sloith of the dock I cli wet, out of the water and look around for whatever caused the loud explosion I heard just before I was thrown into the water
When I turn tohere athered there It takes a full thirty seconds for —an e the dock, bits of splintered furniture scattered throughout the water And smoke Lots of s closer, sirens
I coht and breathing hard, just like I always am My face is ith tears, just like it always is It’s been so long since I’ve had the dreary it leaves
But now I remember I reasoline onto a raging fire
I sit up in the bed to catchback, further fueling my fury
Until a small, cool hand touches my shoulder
I turn to see Marissa sitting up behind h sleepy, sexy blue eyes Before I can even think about what I’gression gets channeled into pure lust The need to devour so else and I dive in To her
Spinning, I roll onto Marissa, pressing her warasp as I crush her lips beneath mine I s it—the sound, the fear, the hesitant desire—taking it in and letting it feed the animal inside me
My tongue slips easily into her mouth She tastes sweet, like honey I pushainst hers
It’s not until I push e of her shirt that I realize she’s stiff I liftat htly terrified eyes
TWO
Marissa
Nash stops kissing me just as I was about to lose myself to him That would’ve been a disaster
Wouldn’t it?
I hold ht, I can see the awareness co else had hold of hi in ain, nothing seems to be the same since I was abducted Why should I expect this to be any different?
I wonder absently if ain And if I even want it to be
I feel slightly bereft when Nashhis arm over his eyes
“You should probably stay away from me” His voice is a low rumble in the quiet darkness
“I know,” I reply in a ht I should stay away from him But I also know, deep down in some newly unearthed part of me, that I won’t That I can’t I’m drawn to him like I’m drawn to water or air I don’t knohy and I’h and rational enough to adnize and to realize that I need to deal with it The question is: How?
After a few seconds of silence, Nash jerks his arlare athere?”
I stare into the fiery, furious depths of his eyes and still, despite the danger I know lurks within theet up and walk away To distance myself from him I can’t Not just yet
“Because I need you,” I say simply And I do To make me feel protected Safe
Nash opens histo reply, but no words come out He just looks at me, looks into me with those cold-and-hot-at-the-same-time eyes of his They’re so ht I knew, but they’re also nothing like the I’ve ever seen before
Seen or felt
After a long pause, he finally speaks “I’m trouble”
“I know”
Another pause