Page 66 of No Strings

I could ask if she’s jealous, but I leave it alone. “Nope, just you. Now go.”

Downing the rest of her coffee, she walks off to her room calling Esky to follow her.

Not five minutes later, she’s walking out in just her bikini top and a pair of denim shorts. I will my cock not to react. Which is futile because one look at her and it’s begging for her touch.

“Shirt?”

She just rolls her eyes, walks back to her room and exits wearing one. Thank God.

We are then in a buggy driving out to Samboy.

“Why are all these spots named after snacks?”

“I told you, ask Brent.” They were named before I got here, I never asked him, never really thought about it. But now I’m also a little intrigued.

Soon enough, I’m throwing the car into park and cutting the engine. “Come on, the best spot is around those rock formations.” I explain, while pointing at what looks like a cliff face.

Morgan gets out and picks up the bag that has the food and water, plus whatever she packed for Esky, while I grab the fishing rods and tacklebox.

“What are these?” She pokes what looks like a rock but notices how it moves.

“Oysters.”

Scrunching up her face she lets out an, “Eww.”

“Ever tried one?”

“No.”

I put everything down, and with my knife I take one off the rock walls and deshell it. “Open.”

She listens, which takes me a moment to recover from, and then I’m placing the oyster on her tongue.

“Close and chew.”

She makes a face, a grimace really, and spits it out. “That’s revolting.”

I just shrug, “But you listened so well.”

I don’t miss the way her eyes grow wide, even as a smile dances on her lips. Does someone like a little praise?

We finally make the walk around the rock walls. We are met with the ocean and its waves, but I point out the sandy part where we can set up.

“I think I’m going to look at the rock pools.” Morgan points over her shoulder.

“Okay.” I continue to get comfortable, taking my shirt off, set up the fishing rods and cast one out.

I turn to watch as Morgan crutches down to inspect the pools. Esky has decided to stay with me, not a fan of water apparently. I’m so focused on Morgan that when I get a bite on my line, the rod almost falls from my hand.

Shit. I return my focus to slowly reel in a fish.

I don’t notice Morgan has approached until she mutters, “That’s huge.”

“That’s what she said.” I reply on reflex.

“Oh my god, you’re an idiot.” Then she takes off back to look at the pools, but not before I catch the way her eyes run over my torso.

When I unhook the fish, I catch Morgan at the corner of my eye. She is sitting down on the rocky shelf of one of thepools, sketchpad in hand, and her tongue caught between her teeth. I notice her feet are in the water. It should be safe, but it is the Pilbara, so it probably isn’t.