Landlocked, page 13
Logan ran down to his cabin and called to Kate. “All’s safe.”
He helped her and Marcus climb out of the crawl space. The boy was sleepy, only half awake, but Kathryn’s eyes were rimmed with red, her face pale.
Once they’d settled Marcus into his makeshift bunk on the floor, Logan climbed into bed with Kate.
“What happened?” she asked, tears welling in her eyes.
He brushed away the teardrops with his thumb and kissed her. “Nothing. False alarm.”
“I don’t think it was.” She searched his face for an explanation. “You’re really not going to tell me, are you?”
“Nope. We’re all safe now and that’s all that matters.” He wrapped his arms around her and stroked her hair. Finally, she fell asleep in his arms.
* * * * *
On day fifteen, Kathryn woke to the gentle rocking of the ship…and Logan’s lips to her throat, his warm body pressed to hers.
“Good morning, baby,” he murmured.
“Good morning.” She turned onto her side, nuzzling his cheek. “Today’s the day?”
He nodded. “Excited?”
“Relieved.”
Two weeks onboard Logan’s boat was about all she could take. At first, she’d been a little seasick, but even once the constant nausea passed, she’d discovered the meaning of cabin fever. Not that waking each morning in Logan’s arms or drifting to sleep each night with her head on his chest had been a hardship, but she couldn’t wait to do that on dry land.
“Where’s Marcus?” she asked.
“At breakfast. All the way on the other side of the ship.” Logan darted to the cabin door to lock it then slipped into bed again.
She turned onto her belly, exposing her bare buttocks, giving him the invitation he wanted. No time to waste, he moved behind her, pressing his mouth against her moist opening. His tongue ran the length of her slit, from clitoris to asshole and then back again. She groaned, shuddering.
The sound of his zipper the only prelude, he pushed his hard cock into her up to the base. She replied with a low, rumbling moan. Heat rippled out in waves from her mound through the rest of her body. As he took her hard and fast, she massaged her clit. Had to climax before someone interrupted them.
“Harder.” The word escaped her more like a yelp than a command, but Logan happily did as she requested. His pelvis crashed against her backside with savage force. He grunted, his shaft growing more rigid.
Her insides turned liquid, sweat forming on her brow. With every thrust, he reminded her that she belonged to him. Grinding her hips against him, she spread her legs wider. Yes, her body belonged to him. He pushed forward, the tip of his cock hitting just the right spot.
“Yes. Make me come, Brett.” She reached behind her, grasping a handful of his hair.
Knowing how to get her there in a hurry, he licked a finger and pushed it into her ass. Working both of her openings, he drove into her. Kathryn whimpered and shook, panting to bring on the release she craved. His lips to the back of her neck, he snaked his free arm beneath her, drawing her pelvis upward. Gripping the sheets, she flexed and writhed. She was so close…so close…the pressure and heat almost too much to bear. Finally she rocketed over the edge. She came hard, moaning through the pleasure racking her body.
Now wet with her cum, Logan picked up the pace even more. He pumped his shaft in and out of her.
“One more time, Kate.” He flexed the finger in her asshole.
Her eyes watered, the intense sensation blinding her to her surroundings. Begging him to slow down—just to let her catch her breath—she clutched at his hips, but Logan ignored her. He hammered his cock into her pussy, rhythm steady. As her first orgasm receded, a second wave of ecstasy surged through her. She squirmed, panting and crying. The crew be damned, she didn’t care who heard. Tears spilled down her cheeks.
His body jerked and he swore under his breath. One last powerful stroke and he too came, pressing his hips flush against her buttocks.
After the last throes of pleasure receded, they collapsed against his bunk, laughing. He withdrew and wrapped his arms around her.
“I think it’s going to be a good day.” Logan wiped his forehead on his shoulder.
Kate craned her neck to kiss him. “I think you’re right.”
* * * * *
The ocean spray rose up from the ship’s bow and misted Kathryn’s face. She’d come out on deck to watch the expanse of water roll by, Port Galveston looming large on the horizon. She put a pair of binoculars to her eyes, marveling at the island ahead of them. She saw houses, cars, boat slips, bridges—pavement. Long stretches of unmarred blacktop. Anticipation roiled in her belly, the markers of civilization bringing on a flood of memories.
Marcus trotted up to her, a fire in his eyes as well. He pushed between her and the railing, grinning up at her. She handed him the binoculars. “Isn’t it beautiful, baby?”
“If you say so.” He shrugged.
That was okay. Marcus didn’t understand, but he would soon.
The closer they came to making port, the busier the deck became. Kate and Marcus begrudgingly went below and watched out a porthole in the galley as Logan steered the ship around the island to the docks. With a gentle bump against the slip’s rub rails, their voyage came to a rather anticlimactic end.
With a heavy sigh, Kathryn hugged her son, waiting for Logan to take them ashore. After a few minutes, his smiling face peeked into the galley. “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.” She wiped her moist hands on her skirt.
Abovedeck, he gave Marcus and her a hand onto the docks. The sway of the floating pier didn’t give Kate too much trouble, it was the sudden solidity of terra firma beneath her feet that threw her. She’d have to get rid of her sea legs.
Logan escorted them to his large black pickup truck, which had sat idle for two months. The engine sputtered and protested, but eventually turned over. A blast of warm air from the console vents gradually turned cooler until it blew frosty cold—air-conditioning. Kathryn nearly wept.
She struggled to help Marcus with his seat belt while Logan loaded their things into the bed. The boy leaned forward, testing the many buttons and levers around the steering column.
Spurred on by Marcus’ infatuation with the car horn, Logan hurried into the driver’s side, tossing his hat onto the bench seat. The boy scooped up the Stetson and plopped it onto his head.
As they exited the main area of the port, the squat concrete buildings became fewer and fewer until the road was surrounded by only water and sand. Kate watched the scenery fly past outside her window.
“Stop,” she murmured at first, but then cleared her throat and said more loudly, “Pull over. Please.”
Easing the truck onto the shoulder of the road, Logan gave her a quizzical look. With no explanation, she stripped off her seat belt, instructing Marcus to do the same. She took her son’s hand and they ran out to the pristine beach where a few waves lapped at shoreline.
“See, I told you it’s beautiful,” she said. This time Marcus nodded, flopping onto his back to make a sand angel.
Kathryn sank to her knees, scooping up the pearly white sand and letting it run through her fingers. Nowhere to be, no chores to be done, she could spend the day just admiring the world around her. And it felt like a great big world full of hope and possibilities again.
“Welcome to your new home, darlin’.” Logan knelt beside her, brushing his lips over hers. With a sigh, she put her head on his shoulder, watching the gentle rhythm of the surf.
For the first time in ten years—ten long, arduous years spent in No Man’s Land, five all on her own—Kathryn knew she was indeed home.
About the Author
Prior to becoming a multi-published writer of romantic and erotic fiction, Cindy went to college at the University of Hawaii at Manoa and graduated with a BFA in Art. After a brief attempt at an art career, she decided the “starving artist” life wasn’t for her. She worked for ten years in the corporate arena, but now spends her days as a full-time author.
When not chained to her laptop, she enjoys hanging with her family, belly dancing and exploring the culinary arts.
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