Page 68 of Wild Pitch
Kylie followed me, carrying Crew as he leaned towards the ocean. I watched as Kylie selected and tried on both hers and Crew’s lifejacket and held the beach bag.
“If we’re lucky, we should be able to see some turtles.”
“I don’t usually swim in the ocean,” Kylie said. “Great white sharks are one of my biggest fears, and I’ve only been to the Cape.”
“Well, if there was a shark, and that’s highly unlikely, you would see it coming. Caribbean reef sharks and lemon sharks are more common. I would be more concerned about swimming in the Outer Banks or Myrtle Beach. But the clear bottom will be an opportunity for you to see it before you jump in the water.”
Crew was initially put off by the sensation of the sand on his toes as Kylie put him down so he could explore. Once he got used to it, he crawled directly toward the water—and fell face-first into the ocean.
Kylie scooped him up and made it a game, and he giggled in response. I slipped the kayak into the water as Kylie walked in and let Crew splash around.
“Ready?”
She nodded, and I held Crew while she got in and then switched off so I could climb in the kayak. Crew’s eyes grew wide when he realized he could see through the bottom of the boat. He pounded his hands on it and squealed in excitement. We tookturns pointing to the fish, and Kylie and Crew were both thrilled when we saw a sea turtle.
When we returned to the shore, Kylie went to the beach bar and ordered a bottle of water for Crew, a Painkiller for me, and she’d decided on the Bushwhacker.
Her eyes grew wide when she got the first taste of her drink. The Bushwhacker was like a frozen chocolate milkshake.
“They’re good, huh?”
“Oh, yeah. Wow! It doesn’t even taste like there is liquor in it.”
“Fair warning, there’s always more booze than you expect in the drinks here.”
“You’ve been here before?”
“I have. When I was growing up, we visited here for a week every February. We stayed in the resort.”
Crew’s cheerful babble continued, but it was approaching his dinnertime. We were on borrowed time with him.
“We should head back.”
I nodded in agreement and returned the rental kayak and lifejackets. I ended up having more alone time with Kylie this afternoon than I had expected. If I had to continue to be creative, I would. I had found a couple of secluded areas in the house that would lend to play if we ever had the house to ourselves.
“Come here,” I said before I pulled her into me. “I miss you, and you’re right in front of me.”
Kylie sighed as I wrapped my arms around her and Crew.
The afternoon at the beach was the last time we had together until the morning of Christmas Eve. Once we realized that everyone had gone to brunch in town without us, I wasted no time.
I pulled Kylie into the laundry room, which the Gods had somehow outfitted with a pole. Maybe it was structural, but as I wound Kylie’s arms around it and used my belt to keep herhands in place, I was just happy I’d found an even better use for it.
Her short summer dress revealed white lace panties, and she let out a sharp breath when she heard the fabric rip as I tore them off of her.
“Shh.”
And then I stuffed them in her mouth. She mumbled in surprise and pulled at the belt.
“Can you snap your fingers, Ky?”
She snapped in response.
I spread her legs and confirmed that she was ready. I had the condom out and on in seconds.
“I don’t know how long we have, baby; I hope you’re ready.”
The gag barely muffled her moans as I pounded into her.
