Page 99 of Lucky Shot
“Aye, aye, Captain.” I step back and give him a salute, definitely pushing my boobs out in the process.
He gives them an appropriate ogle, then shakes his head at me.
Nick drives and I sit in the seat across from him, enjoying the view and the water whipping through my hair. The sun is still ascending in the sky and goosebumps dot my skin.
The guys in the back are quiet, all seemingly taking it in as well.
I lose track of where we are or which direction we’ve gone from the cabin as the water stretches out in all directions. There are a lot of people out already. Couples and families, groups of people of all ages.
Instead of houses dotting the landscape, we’re in a stretch where it’s bars and restaurants. Boats dock to eat or drink. It’s not even noon but party music already pumps from the venues. I think I could get used to the lake life.
“Quick food stop,” Nick tells me as he heads toward the shore. “Shep gets hangry.”
“I heard that,” the quiet man calls over the roar of the engine.
Travis’s distinct laugh follows. “It’s so true though.”
As Nick guides us closer to the dock, Conrad stands and helps tie up the boat. Travis and Danny are the next off, followed by Penn.
“Are you guys coming?” Danny asks Nick.
“Nah.”
“We’ll grab some extra subs and chips,” Penn says.
“Thanks.”
When they’re gone, Nick turns to me. I’m windblown and the life jacket is not a great look, but the grin he gives me makes me feel sexy anyway. He reaches over and grabs hold of the front of the jacket and uses it to pull me to him. Very ungracefully, I fall into his lap. He settles me there, sitting sideways across his thighs with his arm wrapped around my waist.
I barely recognize the girl smiling at him in the reflection in his sunglasses. When was the last time I was this happy?
“How will we entertain ourselves while they’re gone?”
“Hmm…” His finger dips into the front of the jacket and between my breasts.
“I could ask you some hockey questions.”
He dips his head down and looks at me over the top of his glasses.
“Kidding. If making out had been on the list of possibilities when I first showed up, I’d still have a shortstop with a disc throwing touchdowns.”
A hearty laugh shakes his body and mine. I bring one hand up to his cheek and glide my thumb over one of his dimples.
“These are very cute.”
“So are these.” He uses both his hands to cover my boobs over the jacket.
I’m grinning at him like a fool and the way I feel is so overwhelming but in the best way. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt this much anything – happy, excited, turned on, hopeful. I’m buzzing with it.
Kissing him seems like the only option. I pour everything I’m feeling into the press of my mouth against his and hooking my arms around his neck. He hums against my lips before deepening the kiss and taking over. My body sighs with pleasure and relief. There’s something soothing about giving myself over to his very capable hands.
I tangle my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. His mouth travels away from mine and down my neck to my collarbone. Deft fingers unbuckle me from the life jacket and his head lowers.
“What about safety, Captain?” I ask, pushing my breasts into his face.
“If you go overboard, I’ll save you.”
I was teasing, but I know that he would. I have full confidence in that. Nick is the kind of guy who is always looking out for other people. His son, his dad, his teammates, me.
