Page 36 of Buck (Diver Downeast #2)

The morning was dark and overcast, but the imminent storm didn’t dampen Bobbie’s enthusiasm nor the delicious lick of anticipation running rampant inside her.

She was minutes away from seeing Buck in Hampden.

Her Buck. Yes, she’d decided to claim him.

Even if she wasn’t ready to fork over the “L” word to him, yet, she was more than eager to fuck his brains out.

If he thought they were going to spend their time together—an entire freaking day—playing tiddly-winks, he was in for a huge awakening.

Bobbie’s plan was threefold; to make breakfast, get the dogs settled, then use each precious minute thereafter to acquaint herself with every glorious inch of Buck’s body.

Every. Single. Inch .

And that plan included how well those inches were going to fit inside her.

The fantasies she’d spun around Buck over the years had always been epic, despite the fact that she’d been schooled to hate the man, and she was going to fulfill every damned one of them, today.

A big sigh escaped from between her lips. Was she setting herself up for disappointment? Perhaps. Bobbie seriously doubted that Buck could live up to all the fictional hype she’d spun in her head, but if he could at least…

Okay. She’d admit it to herself. If the man could give her a freaking orgasm, she’d count that as a huge win, but she had yet to find out. Even though she’d almost sucked Buck to completion in his van, he’d never had his hands or mouth on her pussy.

His choice, not hers. He was such a goddamned boy scout.

So, orgasms?

Damn.

Orgasms.

The bane of her existence. She might as well be a virgin in that department, at least where the elusive “O’s” were concerned…when it involved other people.

Neither guy she’d been with had ever been able to make her climax, and of course they’d blamed her.

She chewed her bottom lip over the question that to this day, persisted. Was it her, or had it been them? Should she have sampled a few more penises instead of giving up on the whole thing, or had she been right to put her pussy on hold?

Maybe she was defective. But then, she’d never had a problem with self-stimulation, using her hands or her trusty vibrator. Was she just too self-conscious to let go in front of partner?

Dammit-all .

Bobbie hoped that with Buck’s help, she could get answers to those long-standing questions, even though it might be too much to ask.

He’d said he loved her, but how would she ever feel comfortable saying it back, when she wasn’t sure if she could give him all that he needed, all that he deserved, in bed.

Because she had a feeling Buck would be vexed if there were no climaxes, and the man was just too smart for her to fake it…

Bobbie shook it all off. Now was not the time to be thinking of sex. She had work to do.

Bending quickly to the task, she furled her sails, and as she entered the outer harbor with her canvas down, she pushed the electric start on the motor for her small, four stroke Yamaha outboard, which would take her the rest of the way.

Powering slowly through the sea of moorings, Bobbie kept her eyes peeled, looking for the one with the right number.

There.

She caught sight of Diver Downeast’s designated spot, and taking note of the current, she positioned her vessel, then cut her power.

Swiftly, before the squirrely wind could push her past it or in another direction, she used her boat hook to snag the buoy, and latched on, making quick work of attaching her bow-line.

If the storm had been forecast to be harsher, she would have secured a second tether, just in case the first became compromised in any way.

She’d also have put bumpers out in the event that a boat nearby broke free and headed in her direction.

That way, her hull would have some protection against any minor collisions.

Luckily the storm moving in wasn’t supposed to be a huge nor’easter or anything, and the moorings here in Hampden were touted as some of the best. So, at least for now, she’d rely on what she’d accomplished, and wouldn’t opt for more, or for moving further out to anchor, as was always the next option during events with higher winds.

If this had been a hurricane approaching, she’d be hauling ass to get her boat right the hell out of the water, but she wasn’t worried. It wasn’t. By the lack of activity at the docks this morning, it didn’t seem like any other boaters were concerned, either.

Before Bobbie had even finished lashing down her boom, a voice raised across the choppy water.

“Ahoy, Small Dream .”

Bobbie’s face immediately broke into smiles. Here was the person she’d been waiting to see.

Reyghan yipped a few times from her position at the stern, and the pup got a returning bark from Cooper. Bobbie guessed the wee beasts were excited to see each other.

Bobbie looked to where Buck approached, and was glad to note that he had opted for an inflatable dinghy instead of one of the wooden tenders the marina kept available for clients.

If the wind got whipping, a wooden hull banging against hers would be unwise.

Bobbie giggled to herself. She should have known Buck would be smarter than that.

He’d not only grown up around water, he’d been in the freaking Coast Guard.

“You need any help?” she called out as she finished securing the last of her sails.

“If you could grab Cooper,” Buck yelled back, “I’m good.”

Bobbie hustled over to the side where Buck had pulled up next to her hull, and… Damn . The sight of him never failed to make her breath hitch in her lungs.

He was undoubtedly a gorgeous mountain of a man. Dressed today in tight jeans and a t-shirt that hugged his… sigh …eight pack, the light rain that had started falling would soon plaster that to his body so every muscle would be delineated. Bobbie didn’t know whether her heart could take it.

Funny. When they were younger, she’d always been attracted to Buck, but she’d never considered him huge or ripped.

Bobbie didn’t know if it was because they’d spent so much time together that she’d gotten accustomed to his impressive size, or if he’d just worked out harder and grown exponentially since then, but the man was currently imposing.

Standing up steadily in his small craft, he quickly had Cooper in his arms, poised and ready for transfer.

That upright posture in such a small craft went against everything Bobbie had been taught, but she figured Buck was so strong and solid that not even a rogue wave could knock him over.

Still, she was taking no chances. Quickly clipping the safety line she always wore when sailing alone, onto a gunnel cleat, Bobbie planted her feet shoulder width apart, then leaned over and grabbed Cooper, who was squirming to beat the band.

“Hey, little one. Calm down,” she chuckled. “Let’s get you strapped in, then you can say hi to Reyghan.”

Bobbie’s auburn pup was whining from where she was tethered in the cockpit area, unable to reach her friend just yet, but Bobbie would soon remedy that.

Luckily, Buck already had Cooper in his harness, so it was only a matter of unclipping herself, taking a few steps, and with a second, quick click for safety, she attached Cooper’s lead next to Reyghan’s, and the two canines were rolling all over each other.

Yup. That was going to be her and Buck in a short while.

A very short while if she had anything to say about it. All her orgasm questions needed either to be confirmed, or put to rest.

While she’d been securing Cooper, Buck had finished lashing his inflatable to her boat, then using pure arm strength, he easily vaulted his way up onto her deck.

Yessss .

She wanted those muscles banded around her, holding tight and not letting go. She wanted to feel all that raw power. She wanted him to control her and make her body sing like it had never heard real music before.

But not quite yet. She still had to make sure there was no equipment left outside to rattle around or be swept overboard by the wind.

“Give me one more minute, then we can get comfortable below,” she shouted, amplifying her voice to be heard over the rising wind.

Unable to take her eyes completely off Buck, Bobbie noticed he had a backpack slung over one shoulder.

“What do you have?” she called out loudly, curious.

It couldn’t be kibble. Buck would know that she had the dogs more than covered for supplies.

“Breakfast,” he grinned, his booming voice projecting easily over the whistling gusts that were starting to pick up.

He walked easily across her deck and deposited the bag just inside her hatch.

Then he came back to help her with her remaining bench cushions.

“I know you’ve had a long night, and I didn’t think you’d want to cook,” he said, almost into her ear, which elicited shivers that had nothing to do with the damp.

“So I stopped at the diner down the street and got us a feast.”

Bobbie moved away so she didn’t just immediately jump him, and realized how grateful she was that she didn’t have to cook. That would allow her to save all her energy for…other things.

She breathed in deeply, hoping to fill her nostrils with Buck’s scent, but despite the backpack being closed, the delicious smells that wafted up her nose were merely food related.

Her stomach growled loudly.

Sure. The wind chose that moment to die down, so the noise wasn’t hidden.

But could she be blamed? Bobbie hadn’t exactly eaten much at the party the night before when she’d been bored to tears by her dinner partner. And the few power bars she’d scarfed down as she’d sailed, had long since made their way south of her stomach. The gurgling noise within her, upped its ante.

“What the hell?” Buck snickered, pointing to her gut where the bear-like noises were still emerging.