Page 110 of Wild Thing
She’d been livid that I’d bought the cottage without consulting her first. Even though it was my money. Instead of appreciating the gesture, she’d done nothing but pick it apart.
"It’s old, it’s weathered, it’s small, it smells like the ocean, there’s too much sand everywhere, where’s the TV, there’s no phone service. This place needs a million dollar renovationbefore I’ll consider staying here, Brax. What's the point of being rich if you're going to act poor?"
The whinging didn’t stop there.
So much so that I grabbed a surfboard and stayed out in the ocean for four hours, just to piss her off.
Everything she hated about it, I loved.
Dylan’s reaction couldn’t be any different, further proving everything I’d known all along: Dylan was the woman I wanted to spend my life with.
Grabbing the groceries, I headed inside, but there wasn’t any sign of Dylan. It was dead quiet, aside from the sound of the rolling waves and the odd squawk from a seagull.
Placing the cheese in the fridge and the rest of the snacks on the bench, I slid open the back door and walked out onto the deck that overlooked the deserted beach.
She wasn’t hard to miss.
Dylan was waist deep in the water. Totally naked.
Smiling to myself, I picked up the two towels I left hanging over the railing from the last time I was here and fished out a picnic blanket from a storage bucket next to the stairs.
Kicking off my shoes, I tossed the towels and blanket over the side of the deck and onto the sand below.
I hurried down the stairs that lead from the shack to the sand, and semi-jogged down the beach.
I took my shirt off, dropping it onto the sand.
The ocean was calm, almost glassy, perfect for swimming.
“How’s the water?” I asked her over the sound of the gentle waves.
Dylan slowly walked out of the ocean, water dripping from her tanned skin. The sun reflected off the sea to illuminate her truly magnificent body. Her body was so explicitly delicious, I was instantly hard.
She glided directly up to me, her caramel eyes blazing in the sunshine, like melted gold.
The ocean lapped at her feet. “You coming?”
I raked my gaze up her body.
She grabbed at the waist of my pants and pulled me in close. “You don’t have to go naked if you’re worried about someone seeing you. Just come in your pants.”
“I nearly did.”
She laughed at my shitty joke, before spinning on her heels and splashing back into the ocean. She ducked under a small wave and popped back up.
She beckoned me to come in with her finger.
Wasting no more time, I dove in after her, still wearing pants, despite the beach being deserted.
I swam up to meet her, water lapping at my mid-chest. She glided into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. Her smooth body locked around me, completely weightless. Despite how incredibly turned on I was, we stared deep into each other’s eyes, the ocean lapping against our skin.
Her shiny dark hair was slicked back and water droplets formed on the tips of her eyelashes. Her tits squished into my chest. I couldn’t help but look at them. “God, you’re so fucking sexy.”
How could one person feel like home and a holiday at the same time?
I knew I needed to tell her how serious I was about us. The call from Ally sent her into a spiral. What we were doing was fucking with her head.
It must have been because of her Dad.
