Page 33 of Fire Island (Fire Island #2)

Thirty-One

EVIE

T he sound that leaves my lips is pure tortured bliss. Cal shifts on his feet, his face feral as I pump one digit in and out of my aching center. I want him to witness. Not to touch. This moment, once spoiled, must belong to him. I can barely control the sounds slipping past my lips.

I pull my finger out and slide it between my lips, and he flinches.

His control is almost broken.

I know how hard this is for him.

Not touching.

Knowing what I’m recreating.

But that hideous memory will be replaced by one so spectacular, it will be erased from time forever.

Needing to move, I spread my legs wide, I look back up at my starving lighthouse keeper.

“No touching, remember. Not until I say so.”

He grunts at me. His breaths are so fast his chest is heaving, snapping down and back up again.

“I want you to watch me come on my fingers. Then take the spoils.”

His jaw feathers.

I roll my nipples through my fingers, laying my head back. The boat rocks a little, and I snap my head back up to see Cal fall to his knees a solid foot from where I sit, his face twisting with emotion.

His boxers are straining, and I can’t resist. My hands wander over the ridge before tugging the band down. His hard length springs from the silky confines, and my mouth immediately waters.

Oh god.

“Still no touching, sweet man.”

He makes a sound I don’t recognize as he gives me the world’s most subtle nod. I grip his cock, sliding him into my mouth. I can’t help the moan that captures his warm, velvety tip. My clit throbs, my breath disappears and doesn’t return.

Cal’s hands turn to fists before flexing open. I sink him deep into my throat and suck hard all the way up, slowly, as he trembles. He tastes incredible. I couldn’t resist, but that’s all I give him.

Cruel, I know, but this is about taking things to the breaking point, and my gut tells me we are close.

I release him and lean back on one hand again, circling my clit. His face twists as he struggles to haul in enough air.

Sinking two fingers inside my wet center, I slide them back out.

“I want to come. I want you to be the one to see me fall apart,” I pant.

He swallows hard, gaze fixed on my hand, my fingers moving in and out of my dripping pussy.

“Then I’m yours to devour.”

“You’re killing me,” he rasps. His jaw flexes.

“I’m so close.” I swirl my thumb over my clit as I curl my fingers forward and quicken my pace. “Oh, Cal...”

“Come on. Fuck, Evie,” he growls.

Bliss barrels through me as I tighten around my fingers. I arch on the deck, riding my hand through the orgasm.

“Enough,” he grunts out.

I’m hauled forward. Cal drops beside me, lying down, and rough hands manhandle me until I’m straddling his face. His grip on my hips is harsh. His first sweep through my aching center is hot and aggressive. “Ride my fucking face. Give me another one.”

He laps at my entrance, diving his tongue deep inside me before suckling my clit. He devours my pussy, working over my throbbing clit with every other stroke. My hands wander to my breasts, kneading them, pinching my hard nipples before rolling them to ease the sting.

Cal takes me like a man starved.

His tongue rips over my clit.

He rocks my hips over his mouth.

Teeth close around my aching nub, and I cry out. His hand lands on my ass, hard. I jerk, my aching nub tugging between his teeth.

“Fuck, Cal. Fuck.”

“This memory will burn so fucking bright, you won’t be able to see back to the things that dead man ever did.

And believe me when I say it, Evie baby—he is a dead man.

He just doesn’t know it yet. I promised you once, whatever was haunting you wouldn’t take a second breath if it ever stepped on our island.

I fucking mean it. Now, give me another one. ”

His hand meets my ass again as he sucks down hard on my clit. I explode. Rolling my hips over his mouth, I come so fucking hard I can’t breathe.

My body trembles as every inch of me floods with ecstasy.

Cal’s grip reaffirms as I falter a little.

Like the rag doll I am after the world’s most incredible orgasm, he flips me over, hauling my hips up to his. “These are the only memories worth having, mo ghràdh.”

He slams into me.

The stretch takes the small parcel of air I only just managed to catch. I cry out.

Pulling out, so slow, he leans over and slides one hand up my belly, between my breasts, and circles my throat. “I’m the only man who will ever touch you. You’re mine.”

His grip closes around my throat.

My clit throbs.

My lips part.

He slams into me. I arch from the deck.

“Fuck, Evie, you are so fucking precious.” Emotion tugs at his face, thinning out his words.

“I—”

“My turn. You want this boat, this life. The island and the man that comes with it. Then I’ll give you every damn thing you’ve ever wanted.”

The boat rocks as he thrusts into me. The stars overhead shimmer like our own personal brilliant little universe. For this moment, it feels like we are the only people to ever exist.

“I—” I breathe through the sob rising in my throat. “I’ll give you everything you ever ask for.”

“No, don’t. Because I’ll take it all, mo ghràdh.”

I sob, and my face splits with a strained smile. “Good.”

Cal leans down, his hands sliding under my shoulders. He rocks back on his heels and buries his head in my chest. I take up the rhythm between us. His head leans back, eyes closed as he groans. “Fuck, baby. Hell.”

I rise as slow as I can until his tip rims my entrance. My mouth gapes as I inch back down. Cal’s face breaks. His hands slap to my hips. “Stop. Have to stop.”

I stay motionless for as long as I can. When his eyes don’t open, I cup his jaw, fingers tangling in his short beard. “I love you, Callum McCreary. It would be impossible not to.”

He smiles gently, eyes studying my face. “You?—”

A flashlight sweeps over the yard.

“Shit.” Cal lies down, pulling the sheet over us.

Hovering over him, I lower my body to his.

Footsteps close in and we huddle tight. The sound of someone muttering about bored kids has me tamping a giggle.

Cal slides a hand over my mouth. I turn my head, sucking a finger into my mouth.

His head leans back, his throat working.

Under the blanket, I can make out his angles.

I drown in his masculine smell, breathing him in, and it sends my core aching.

The footsteps round the boat and we both freeze. I hold my breath.

They fade before disappearing and I release the air.

I toss the cloth off and straddle Cal’s hips. He sits up as I rock.

My breasts bounce with every move, and he clamps his teeth around a nipple.

Rising on my knees, I cant my ass, pulling up until he only just breaches my entrance. I hover there, soaking up the delicious stretch. Now wanting my fill, I drop down, letting my chest jostle.

Cal groans. “Fuck this, baby girl.” He pushes up to his knees and then hugs me to his hard angles as he stands and pads to the front of the cabin.

Pulling out, he spins me around and bends me over the weathered surface.

Tugging my hips back, he nudges my swollen entrance with his cock before pushing my left leg up.

Balancing on one foot, I look back as he slides inside me.

My clit aches.

I send a hand down to rub it, needing to ease the agony.

“Nope. Mine.”

“What’s mine?” I pin him with a heated glare.

“Anything else.”

His hand slides around my hip, sinking to my front before his thumb swirls over my bundle of nerves. “This pussy is mine.”

With every hard, blissful stroke, the stilted boat rocks. Each perfect inch Cal gives me is the sweetest kind of torture. Pleasure builds in my core, and I tighten.

He groans.

“Fuck, Evie.”

I need to be closer. I rise from the cabin, and a hand catches me, guiding me upward until my back meets his chest. Cupping my breast, he sinks his face into my neck, sending thrusts so hard they steal the last control I have.

I explode around him. My hand slides into his hair.

He bites down on my neck, fingers rolling my nipple.

He thunders into me with messy, wild strokes, as a low growl rumbles from his throat.

“Tha gaol agam ort,” I breathe.

I love you.

In the most intimate language we share . . .

His.

“Christ, baby girl, where have you been all my damn life.” The words are ragged, too thick to be any more than a whisper.

“I’m here now, sweet man.”

He folds me into his chest, dipping his head to my shoulder.

I wrap my arms around his head, turning mine to press a kiss to his temple.

Reluctant to unravel from our moment of bliss, I stay in his arms as long as he is willing.

Knowing there will be things that will test us.

But those things will not steal our happiness right now.

“I don’t want to let you go,” Cal mutters.

“You don’t have to. Besides, this time I won’t let you, you stubborn ass.”

He chuckles. Pulling away, he spins me around. “Imagine how many times we could do that in this very spot if we were sailing around the world?” he says with the happiest smile.

“The world will never be big enough...” I cup his face in my hands. “I like this plan.”

“You want to stay here or head back?”

“Maybe we could stare at the stars for a little while?”

“Sure thing.”

I take his hand and lead him back to the deck where our clothes are scattered over the wooden floor.

I lie on the cloth and hold a hand up to him.

He sinks to the deck, putting out an arm.

I snuggle close, my head on his arm. He rests his to the side.

“I could lie here all night counting stars with you.”

“You’d be snoring in no time, old man.”

He chuckles. “Well, let’s not fall asleep here tonight. This old man needs his bed.”

“We won’t.” I tilt my head up, kissing his jaw.

Watching the stars shift overhead, we whisper our thoughts as the world turns around us. The night’s cool air sends an ache through my muscles on the hard wooden deck, and I roll over. “Bedtime, my love.”

“Think Irry and Em finished the movie?”

I study him for a minute. He really has no clue... “Most likely.”

“Irry’s probably asleep by now.”

I push up onto my elbow and trace the angles of his face. “Sleep sounds so good.”

“Yes, it does.”

After covering up the Pearl as much as we can, we head back through the yard and scale the gates again.

Ten minutes later, without the ice cream, we push through the café front door, careful not to jingle the bells.

Locking it behind us, Cal grabs my hand, leading me up the stairs to the spare room.

Safely inside, we strip out of our clothes and climb under the covers. The tiny bed has us wrapped around each other a moment later. I press my hand to Cal’s chest, over his heart. It’s faster than usual, and I glance up.

“What is it?”

He looks down, his jaw flexing.

“I can’t lose you, Evie.”

Crawling up the bed the best I can on my side, I cup his face and tilt it down so his eyes are level with my own. “That’s not going to happen, okay?”

He nods, his Adam’s apple working as he tugs me close, so tight my mind is wild with worry. For whatever he’s thinking. For whatever could happen next that I can’t control.

Sucking in a raw, deep breath, he whispers, “Tha gaol agam ort.”