Page 5 of Spring Break with a Treasure Hunter
The sea floor was perfection. Sandy white, clear water, colorful fish. She was easy to spot in her vibrant wetsuit. She saw him and sculled near a coral head. Cork skimmed along the sandy bottom in Daisy’s direction. Her eyes indicated she was wary.
He smiled behind the regulator. He was almost certain why she was here, and being alone, away from the rest of the dive group was a clear indicator. He was eager to find out. He saw the waterproof bag attached to her belt, even though she tried to keep it hidden behind her.
Had she found something already?
The coral head was large and had a lot of nooks and crannies where treasure could hide. The sea wasn’t too deep here, and coral rimmed the sea floor in the edge of a deep gulch. Cork kicked over to the edge and peered over. It fell away into dark indigo blue depths. He turned and swam over to her. She recognized him and it was clear she wasn’t happy he’d shown up.But, he saw a flash of delight when she recognized it was him. But it vanished when he pointed to the reef.
Her eyes narrowed and he crooked a finger for her to follow. She looked at her dive watch and held up her hand with her fingers spread wide. She had ten minutes left. He nodded to her and when he swam over to the reef, she was beside him.
Cork’s heart thumped in his ears. He was exhilarated. Partly because of the dive, looking for treasure, but mainly because of Daisy. She did something to him and he’d realized it the other night at the fundraiser. He was hellbent on finding out why. Perhaps he just had to bang her and get it out of his system. Likely that’s all it was, but either way, he was intrigued.
He glanced down, seeing a break in the coral. Almost a round chimney type depression that was about three feet deep, with a sandy bottom. Before he could make a move, she was headfirst in the space, her ass sticking up. He stopped and floated, watching her, seeing the perfect shape of her calves, the delicate knees and lean muscular thighs, and he couldn’t tear his attention away from her ass. Her perfect, heart-shaped bottom that made his cock hard.
Daisy’s hair floated out behind her, long and wild in the water. He reached out, was about to grab her hips when a great burst of bubbles snapped him out of his lust haze. Daisy pushed herself back out of the hole almost in a panic. He grabbed her arm, concerned she’d hurt herself or gotten bitten by something. But when she spun around and stared at him, his heart stilled and he couldn’t draw air in through his regulator.
Her clear green eyes, through her dive mask, gazed back at him. Full of life, passion, wonder and excitement. Dimples showed in her cheeks and he knew she was smiling. Her hair floated around her like spun silk glinting in the sun’s rays that reached down through the turquoise waters.Heat flooded himalong with a wave of dizziness. He was absolutely captivated by her.
Were his eyes playing tricks on him? Or was it just the dance of light through the sea, over her green and blue wet suit, her long tanned legs and feet tucked into matching fins. Her arms were out, one reaching toward him, but he swore to God he was looking at a mermaid.
He blinked and focused on her hand as she waved it. Reaching for her he took hold of her wrist and looked at her curled fingers. His eyes widened and nodded his head to her hand, willing her to open her fingers. She lifted it between them and they both stared as she unfurled her fingers. There, in her palm lay a coin. It was tarnished, but even under the scourge of time the emblem was evident. He reached to touch the coin, but she closed her fist around it and pulled her hand from his grip, putting it in a mesh bag attached to her belt.
It snapped him out of his wonderment. They stared at each other and no words were needed. They dove to the hole. It was too small for Cork, and he floated next to her as she shimmied her way into the opening. She reached back and waved her hand; he held it and she dropped more coins. Holy shit.
Daisy backed out a few minutes later and pushed off the coral. She dropped another handful of coins the mesh bag and pulled the drawstring tight. They had discovered a small fortune.
This time when she looked at him her eyes were wide with concern. Cork raised his shoulders with inquiry just as she cut her hand across her throat. The universal sign for no air. He grabbed her air gauge. She was empty. She crooked her thumb to the surface and started up, but he held her, reaching for the spare regulator floating behind him and she took it, spitting out hers.
They needed to stay close to buddy breathe back to the surface and he wrapped his arm around her. She turned andhooked her legs around his waist, belly to belly, her breasts squashed in her wet suit pressed against him. She gazed at him and he saw the relief in her eyes, which slowly turned to passion. She had to feel his hard on. Having her legs wrapped around him like that didn’t help matters.
They stared at each other for a moment. Cork was enjoying the surprise intimacy and could tell she was as well. She blinked and it powered him into response. There was no time to get her back to the dive boat and he decided to take her to the boat he rented and back to the marina himself.
He held her tight, liking how she was wrapped around him, however awkward it was with dive gear on, and he carried her up.
They broke through the surface. She dropped the regulator and pulled down her mask.
“Oh my god!” She threw back her head and yelled a great whoop which had him smiling like a fool. She treaded water, totally forgetting to fill her flotation vest, so he reached over and did it for her, then filled his. “Can you believe it? Oh, wow.” She was breathless and the look of pure joy on her face thrilled him.
“Well, it appears you’ve made a significant find.” He took her hand and pulled her towards the speed boat. He was thrilled she allowed him, and a powerful urge to protect her overcame him.
“Yes, it seems so. I have to come back here.” She gulped when a wave washed over her head.
“Let’s get aboard.” He pushed her to the ladder.
She grabbed it, reached down and removed her fins then tossed them on the boat. He hadn’t realized just how in shape she was until she climbed the ladder, her tanned flesh shining as the sea ran in rivers off her, the muscles taut, strong, and very shapely. The wetsuit covered her from shoulders to hips and he was determined to get it off her as soon as he set foot on deck.She was talking a blue streak and Cork listened. Letting her have her moment of glory.
“I have to secure the site and get more funding. Oh wait, I may not need to now.” She nodded to herself and chattered like a parrot as she stripped off her tank. “I haven’t counted the donations yet, but hopefully they’ll help with this new search and filing the salvage claim.”
Clearly she hadn’t seen the check he’d put in there last night.
He took her tank and strapped it in place, along with his, storing away their gear for the ride back.
“Oh god! After all this time, finally I have proof.” She put the bag down on the cockpit table and rested her palms on either side. “Look. Just look at that,” she said, her voice full of wonder. “It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.” She glanced up at him. “Don’t you think so?”
He smiled and shook his head. “Sorry, no. It’s not.” He wasn’t about to tell her she was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.”
Her face was incredulous. “How can it not be? Man, it’s glorious.” She plopped on the seat by the table and dropped her chin in her hand with an enormous sigh.
“I brought some lunch and wine. Why don’t we go off to that lagoon and relax with the food while we admire your treasure?”
