Page 38 of Buck (Diver Downeast #2)

Buck couldn’t help but notice the hunger in Bobbie’s eyes every time he looked up from his plate and caught her gazing at him. He almost said screw it and pushed their food away, but Bobbie really did need her calories because Buck planned to keep her very busy for the rest of the day.

He noted that the boat was rocking vigorously. The storm had clearly arrived, but the motion was nothing the pair of them couldn’t handle. They were both lifetime sailors, and nearly immune.

Their comfort levels must have rubbed off on the dogs, too, because the pair were currently sleeping like the dead, sprawled out, half on top of each other, with their little legs pointed skyward.

So damned cute.

As was Bobbie, even after a night of solo sailing which had been preceded by a fucked-up, nerve-wracking escape from that damned mansion.

That damned mansion …

Buck had relayed everything Bobbie had told him to Mason this morning while he was on his way to the marina.

And right now, the part of him that wasn’t fixated on stripping Bobbie naked, was hoping for word that not only the investigation into Bobbie’s brother’s antics at his house the night before was turning up something, but that a deep dive was also being done on one Monsieur Provard.

“What are you thinking about?” Bobbie asked, pushing her second helping of scrambled eggs around on her plate instead of eating them, lust clear in every line of her body.

Buck grunted, knowing he had to remedy her distraction. “I’ll fill you in, but you have to eat a bite for every detail I give you that’s roiling around in my brain.”

Bobbie grinned like a mad woman, and agreed.

“I can get behind that deal.”

She forked up a good sized, fluffy yellow bite, and popped it into her mouth.

Shit. He’d done it now. How much should he tell her? He’d been going to spill about his nighttime intruder, eventually and after they’d exhausted each other, but now…

Would it spoil the mood? He hoped not.

“Okay. I was going to wait. But last night I got a visit from one of your brothers.”

Her mouth dropped open, but thankfully her eggs didn’t spill out. She’d already managed to chew that first bite.

“What the fuck? What did they want?” Her ire was apparent.

“It, uh, wasn’t actually a visit. It was more like a surreptitious recon of my property,” he huffed.

Her brows came together; anger and concern etched on her face.

Buck continued. “I had just finished talking to you, and Cooper needed to go out. Once we hit the front yard, Cooper started to growl, of all things.”

“Good boy,” Bobbie allowed, although her mood hadn’t lightened.

“I know, right? My first thought was that he was far too little to be picking up on anything sketchy, but then I heard what his sensitive ears had already detected; someone creeping around in the tree line next to the house.”

“What did you do?” she asked, gripping her fork with whitened knuckles.

“First, I snuck inside and called the local PD. Then I made Cooper stay put, and I went back outdoors to see what the perp was looking to do.” Buck let out a gust of air.

“That’s when I caught sight of the truck, and I knew it was one of your brothers.

” He still wasn’t happy that he hadn’t just tackled the asshole, damn the consequences, but then he might have found himself locked up in the pokey before the situation could be unraveled.

“I eased close enough to snap a picture of him, and I got the license plate, too, before I made a noise and scared him off. By the time the cops arrived, he was long gone.”

“What did they say? What did you tell them?”

“That’s at least four more questions at this point.” Buck remembered his conditions, and encouraged her to eat with a tilt of his head. She complied, quickly shoveling in the rest of her eggs until her cheeks were bulging like a chipmunk’s, before nodding for him to continue.

Buck couldn’t help but smile. She looked so damned adorable. But she’d behaved nicely with his demands, so he gave her the rest of the story.

“I told them that they couldn’t go after your brother; that his behavior was part of an ongoing investigation by the Orono police, and that they should contact Chief Ildavorg or my brother Mason this morning to corroborate and maybe do a joint walk-around of my property.

They were good about it, taking my statement and a copy of the pictures I took before leaving. And that’s all I know so far.”

While he’d wrapped up, Bobbie had chewed down her large mouthful, then scooped up her remaining bacon to eat, as well.

“Good.” She finished swallowing. “And just in case you’re worried that this new information has affected my libido. Don’t. My brothers were assholes before, and they’ll always be assholes.” She gave him a sly look and pushed her plate away. “Now, are you ready to get to the fun stuff?”

Leave it to Bobbie to use the word, fun.

Sex for Buck had never been slotted under that category. The few partners he’d had were always one-and-dones, simply and agreeably assuaging his bodily needs when his libido got too intense for him to take care of it on his own.

But fun? That had never been in his coupling-vocabulary before this moment.

With Bobbie, however…

The way she was grinning at him so broadly, Buck just knew he was about to get schooled. Sex with the little vixen was going to be a combination of mind-blowing acrobatics and laughter. He could just tell.

“I’m past ready,” he told her gruffly. “By about fifteen years.”

Too intense ?

Not if her expression of unbridled lust was any indication.

And didn’t the cheeky wench blow his mind by scooting out of her seat, stepping pertly in front of him, and stripping off her shirt.

Hello tongue. Back in mouth .

She had on a black, sports bra, and her nipples stood out prominently under the material.

“Your turn,” she prompted impishly, and was she thrusting her chest out purposely?

Of course she was .

Buck stood up quickly and…

“Fuck!”

His head hit the ceiling with a clunk.

He’d forgotten he was a couple inches too tall for the available head space.

Dammit . If he wasn’t mistaken, he’d not only have a lump, he’d have another size problem when it came to her mattress. But screw it. The only size that was important right now, was the one pulsing uncomfortably, scrunched up against his leg.

He rubbed his head as Bobbie giggled, then agreeably went to his knees in front of her and peeled off his shirt. Which left his head at… Hell, yes . Nipple height.

Perfect .

The laughter in Bobbie’s throat died as he leaned forward and latched onto one of those protruding peaks with his lips, lending immediate pressure to the sensitive bit of flesh.

She moaned.

Yes. Buck wanted more verbalizing of emotions. Maybe he’d even make some noise, because he couldn’t quite believe, after all these years, that he not only had his mouth on Bobbie’s body, but he’d soon be inside her. Deep, deep, inside her.

Buck grunted, and his hands went around Bobbie’s back to hold her to him.

“No, Buck,” she clipped.

“No?” he repeated dumbly against the spandex material that was now soaked.

What the… ?

Was she having second thoughts? He pulled back and regarded her with questioning eyes.

She laughed at his seriousness. “Yeah. No , to holding me tightly,” she admonished playfully while backing up a step. “If you don’t give me any wiggle room, I can’t do this.” She reached down, grabbed the band under her breasts, and lifted.

Two beautiful orbs sprung free, right in front of his eyes.

Perfect. Soft. Tipped with pinkish brown cherries .

Buck didn’t waste a second. He tugged her close again, and this time she didn’t complain as he filled his mouth with one hard peak. The other he positioned in the center of his palm to knead softly.

Bobbie ran her fingers through his hair, and each time he sucked with vigor, she plucked a lock, aggressively, letting him know without words that she liked it.

So frigging responsive .

He bet that once he got his hands on other parts of her, he’d find her soaking wet and wanting. The thought had his cock even stiffer in his jeans, and that uncomfortable confinement had to be remedied.

Not waiting for Bobbie to take the lead this time, Buck stood—watching out for his head at the last minute—and with her eyes glued to him, he popped the button on his jeans.

Her mouth went slack and her eyes glazed a little as he toed off his deck shoes.

Not that she hadn’t seen and had her mouth on the appendage that was about to be revealed, but Buck knew Bobbie. Her mind had to have flown right past that, to where her pussy would finally know what it felt like to be penetrated by his girth.

He shucked his pants and boxers. Swiftly. Because he couldn’t wait, either.

“Come here,” she hissed, reaching for his cock to stroke him firmly from root to tip. “I want that in my mouth.”

“Been there, done that,” he answered raspily. “It’s my turn to taste you.”

Stark naked and bending at the waist, he placed a shoulder to her mid-section, then without standing up, he moved her toward her bed like a linebacker, or a beast of burden.

But what a burden.

Her warm tits pressed into his upper back as she squealed in delight.

Yeah. She’d always liked it when he let out his inner animal and did something overtly macho. She was secure enough in herself not to be intimidated when he went all caveman.

“Watch the doorframe,” she cautioned giddily as he edged his way into the tiny forepeak.

He managed to lay her down without damaging either one of them, and stood back, deliberating.

Yeah. This was going to be interesting. Although the mattress was wide at the foot, at its apex, where it nestled into the V of the hull, there was barely room for one head, let alone two.

And as he’d thought, the length of the thing wasn’t about to accommodate his six-foot-two frame, so it was time to get inventive.