Wow.She couldn’t take her eyes off Buck. What a sight he made, naked and sated. Even at rest, his cock was magnificent. She couldn’t wait to have it again.
He was eying her, with undoubtedly the same thoughts in his mind.
With visions of orgasms dancing in her head, Bobbie leaped up and pranced naked to her sat phone. She could certainly use her cell at this point because she had connectivity, but she didn’t want her brothers to know that.
She lifted the more versatile device from its dock, and dialed Drew’s number as Buck’s eyes hotly perused her nakedness from the berth.
“Where the hell are you?” Drew growled, picking up on the first ring.
Fuck off.Nice to talk to you, too.
Drew’s greeting, if that’s what you could call it, didn’t sound happy. Had he already been in Searsport looking for her?
“Uh, up the coast. I’m riding out the storm in Herricks Bay.” She named a spot close enough to be reasonable, and far enough away that they wouldn’t come look for her.
“And what aren’t you saying?” Drew snarled. “No. Don’t answer that. I already know. I got a call from Monsieur Provard this morning that you left his party early and disappeared. What the fuck, Bobbie? Are you trying to piss the man off?”
She didn’t want to have this discussion with him now. Especially if he and Jeff were complicit in any way with the rich asshole’s shenanigans. But what choice did she have?
“Listen. I didn’taskto go to his stupid party. He ordered me to.” She quickly came up with a fake, but viable excuse. “And that government official he fixed me up with? A total perv. All hands. I wasn’t about to put up with that crap. I get paid to cook, not shmooze. So I went out to get some air. That’s when I checked the weather and saw the storm moving in, so I gave my regrets to a few key people, and left.” She kept talking so Drew couldn’t get a word in edgewise. “As I got closer to home, I began having trouble with my radar due to the storm’s proximity, so I thought it prudent to find a place to anchor in familiar territory, ratherthan trying to fight the wind and find my way back to Searsport in low visibility.”
Drew was no sailor, so,hah. He’d have to take her word for it.
“Yeah? Well… Next time,” Drew growled, “you’ll do what Provard says. You hear me? He’s too good of a customer for you to be dissing him like that. I don’t give a shit if that government asshole had his entire fist up your cunt, you’ll stay for the duration, and you’ll do your duty by us.”
And just what the hell was that supposed to mean?
Bobbie itched to tell her older sibling to fuck right the hell off, but if Chief Ildavorg and Mason’s investigation into her brothers was moving forward, she didn’t want to rock that boat.
Bobbie tried to conjure a sincere sounding reply without tipping Drew off that she was blowing smoke. He knew her too well. If she simply caved, he’d smell a rat. But if she was too defiant, he’d find a way to make her life miserable.
She weighed her words, judiciously. “I’ll be more careful about how I exit next time,” she replied heavily. “If Provard pairs me with a prick again, I’ll activate my gag response when he’s not looking, then puke all over his shoes. That ought to get me out of there without question.”
“Bitch,” Drew snapped. “Just watch yourself, and behave.” He changed his line of questioning on a dime. “When will you be back in Searsport?”
Bobbie also switched gears, thankful he’d let the first conversation drop.
“I’ll probably set sail from here as soon as I have good visibility; which looks like it’ll be around five tomorrow morning. That means I’ll be at my mooring somewhere between seven-thirty and eight o-clock.”
In reality, she’d be coming from Hampden, which would take approximately the same amount of time. So, if they were actually up in the morning—a rare occurrence—and came looking forher, she’d be exactly where she’d indicated at precisely the right time.
“Make sure you drop off our money before you go to work.”
Click.
Sure. Be an asshole. Demand your money then hang up without so much as a gruff goodbye. But Bobbie wasn’t surprised. She gave her phone the finger before stowing it away again.
“That went well,” Buck snorted from the amidst the rumpled bedclothes, holding out his hands to beckon her back.
“Typical,” she shrugged, and feeling impish, she ran lightly toward him on the balls of her feet and launched toward his prone body.
Buck’s hands caught her up around her waist, and he lifted her in some kind of bizarre, horizontal dance move.
“Ooof. I wasn’t expecting that,” she chortled giddily, held aloft above him.
“Neither was I,” he laughed, joy enveloping his entire face. “But don’t try it again. I doubt if I can repeat it.” He let her down slowly until she was resting atop him again, skin to skin, cheek to chest, then he tipped his head forward and kissed her nose.
“I’m hungry,” Buck stated.
