“I’ll forget how to throw a football before I’ll forget to love you.”
Her lips brushed mine. I inhaled her flowery scent, which made meneedto taste her sweet lips. Most of the time she tasted of cinnamon from her gum, but on my favorite occasions she tasted like marshmallows. I asked the man upstairs to twist fate in my favor: never let another man taste her lips.
“Both would be a tragedy.”
I nodded, but if I were honest, the former would have sucked, the latter would have felt like the end of the world.
“Let’s go catch some fish.”
It took about fifteen minutes to get to my favorite spot. We could have made better time, but I went slow. I could have watched Lake all day with her smiling face in the sun, eyes closed, holding her hat to her head as her dark hair whipped in the wind.
“This is it.”
She opened her eyes, head twisting in one direction and then the other. “Quite the cozy little cove.”
“Yes.” I grabbed my pole and tackle box.
“You’re introverted.”
“A bit. Here.” I cast the line. “Catch me a fish.”
“Your pole? You’re going to let me use your special pole?”
“Babe, you can use anything of mine, anytime you want.”
She sat next to me and took the pole. “Did you let your buddies use your pole?”
“Hell no.”
We fished for less than an hour before the rain chased us back to the dock. I would have stayed dry had we not had to circle around to retrieve my hat that she tossed over the side when I asked how her new panties were working out. Apparently she kept score.
“Not cool, babe.” I snagged my hat from the surface and put it back on my head.
She laughed as water dripped onto my face and body.
“I’m not laughing.”
“Poor baby, don’t get your knickers in a bind… or do.”
Thunder rumbled as a cool breeze wrapped around us.
“Do you need help getting the boat onto the trailer?”
I shook my head, too stubborn to say any more with my drenched hat on my head.
“Good.” Lake hopped out as soon as we reached the dock. “’Cause it’s getting ready to pound on us.” She hurried to her car.
Five seconds later the clouds opened up.
“Fuck.” I shook my head, but didn’t bother hurrying at that point as I was already drowned within seconds. After I secured my boat onto the trailer, Lake flipped me a grin as she pulled out of the parking lot past me. She was aggravating, and sexy, and that smile… Damn! I wanted to suck that smile right off her face. I wanted to suck every inch of her until the only expression she had was the grimace that accompanied her loud moans and screams.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
GHOSTS
LAKE
Minnesota’s Monaghan and Banks Caught in a Love Triangle with Amputee from San Francisco
