Wild Lover Complete Series (2 page)

Mia laughed and blessed her mama for unflinching loyalty, but she’d been thinking a bit about herself, too. Anyone who didn’t after such a calamitous breakup was an idiot, in her mind. There was no excuse for Jeff’s cowardly dismissal of their two-year-long relationship, but he had been telling her he wasn’t happy for a while. Asking if they could find things to do together. She re-hashed the nights she’d chosen to read over talk to him, or the weekend days she’d urged him to go hunting so she could take a three-hour hot yoga class. Maybe her fishing gesture had been too little, too late.

She headed back to her apartment after leaving her parent’s house. As she drove down the interstate, she noticed the sign for Bartlett’s, the little restaurant inside the marina. She wondered if Blaine would be around. He’d probably taken clients out on the boat, but he had to be back by dinnertime, right?

She pulled into the parking lot, and realized she was dressed totally inappropriately for a marina. She wore a tight blue sundress and high wedge sandals, the attire of her girls’ lunch, not a fishing dock.
Oh, well
, she thought.
At least I’m positive I’m not going to throw up.

She found the Wanderlust in its slip, but Blaine didn’t seem to be around. Just when she was about to give up and return to her car, his dark head peeked out of the cabin. “Hey! Mia!” he said.

“Hi, Blaine.” Mia suddenly felt silly. “I—uh, I was driving past the marina…well, I mean, I was on the interstate, and I thought I’d say hi.”

He joined her on the dock. “I’m glad you did! I got in an hour or so ago.” He took her hand and spun her around. “Damn. I mean, wow. That dress is amazing.”

She blushed. “Thanks. It’s old. I had lunch with some friends. And maybe I wanted to get a little fancied up after yesterday. Remind myself that I’ve still got it.”

Another male voice joined the conversation. Two men in
their fifties walked down the dock. “You’ve still got it sweetheart. No doubt about that,” said the balder of the two. “Who’s this angel, Blaine?”

“Tom, Carl, this is Mia.” Blaine put a hand on Mia’s waist, and she could feel a hint of territoriality in the pinch of his fingers on her skin through the blue dress. “A good friend of mine.”

“Nice to meet you, Miss Mia.” Tom, the man with the hair, leered at Mia. His eyes swept from her legs to her breasts, and stopped right there.

“You two have everything you need?” asked Blaine. “Your coolers filled… all your gear?”

“Yup,” said Tom. “Thanks for another great trip.” Tom and Carl strolled back toward Bartlett’s, but not without throwing a few appreciative glances her way.

“Assholes,” said Blaine. He climbed into the boat again.

Mia followed him, or she tried to. She couldn’t really get her leg over the side of the boat. Her dress was too tight. “Blaine—wait. Or—come back. Can you help me?”

He took her by the waist and lifted her into the boat as if she were a doll. His hands slid down her back as he set her down. They kept going, and just cupped her ass before letting go. Or maybe it was a coincidence.

              “Blaine—what’s the matter?”

             
“Those perverts. The way they were looking at you—”
              “It’s okay.” His protectiveness turned her on. She wondered if there was something else to it. He disappeared into the cabin and she ducked to follow him. It seemed like she’d spent the last two days following this man everywhere. “They’re just silly old men. I’m used to guys like that. This is South Florida, remember? All the men are perverts and all the women are hot.”

             
“Not like you, Mia. Not crazy beautiful and so sexy I can’t walk right now.”

             
Mia’s mouth hung open. She’d never had a man so blatantly compliment her.

             
“And you show up and surprise me… in that dress.” He held up one hand. She could see it shaking. “You’re—I’ll just say it. Your ass in that dress is like torture.”

             
With every word, Mia’s stomach tightened. The hot, tight feeling melted down between her legs. She’d never been with any man but Jeff. Her conservative Catholic parents would never have forgiven her if they’d found out. And now this gorgeous Englishman was making her wet through her panties.

             
“I’m sorry,” he said. “Is that too much?”

             
She shook her head. She trembled as he approached. “Are you sure?” he asked.

             
“I just… I’ve just broken up with Jeff, and I’ve never been with another man, and you’re so…”

             
He smiled and traced her lips with his fingers. “I know.” His hand lifted the hem of her dress. She felt her legs part, giving him room, of their own accord. He brushed the cotton of her thong panties, just over her clit. She moaned.
              “You’re wet.” He nibbled her ear. “Spread your legs a little more. Please?”

             
She did, and she was almost embarrassed by the wetness on his fingers. He slid one up inside her. “Tight. You are almost a virgin. That man must not have been able to give it to you.”

             
She shook her head. He pulled the dress up over her ass and turned her around. He rubbed both hands in circles on her bottom. “That’s what I imagined.” When he slid a finger inside her again she cried out. He spread her legs just a little more as he fingered her, and then to her surprise she felt his tongue on her clit.

             
“Oh my god,” she said. She looked out the cabin door. If anyone passed they’d see her, bent over with her dress over her ass, and Blaine’s hand between her legs. It was a weird turn on.

             
He turned her around again and kissed her, long and slow and deep. Her knees gave out as he whispered in her ear. “This is what I wanted to do to you yesterday, Mia, as soon as I saw you. You’re so beautiful.”

             
He led her to the cabin’s small bed and pushed her onto her back. “Are you sure?” he asked.

             
She nodded. It was so unlike her to think this way, but she couldn’t wait to see his cock. She felt something through his khaki’s as he rubbed against her while they kissed. She fought the urge to reach out and help him unzip, but he seemed to want to be in control.

             
He pushed his pants down over his dick, and she started at its size. Erect and engorged before she even had a chance to touch him. He seemed to read her mind. “It’s okay,” he said. “Touch it.”

             
She did, hot skin covering the rock hard shaft. “Can you take me in?” he asked.

             
“I’ll—I’ll try,” she said. She felt torn between ridiculousness and wild excitement. Was she really having this conversation, so calmly, as if they were discussing shoe size? He pulled her bottom to the edge of the bed and spread her legs.

             
He turned from her for a moment and fiddled around in a drawer beside the bed. When he faced her again he wore a condom. She bit her lip to keep from giggling.
They make them that big?

“Tell me if I’m hurting you,” he said.

              She nodded and leaned up as much as she could onto her elbows. She watched his cock brush against her pink pussy, and for a moment she thought there was no way he’d fit inside her. Her wetness, however, made it easier for him to slide in.

             
He moaned, “Oh my god, you’re so tight. That boy couldn’t fuck you, could he?”

             
“No…not like this.” She felt herself stretching. He pushed her legs wider, and then licked his fingers. He started in on her clit with his fingers.

             
She’d never felt anything like it. He pushed his hot shaft in to her while he stroked her clit. “Blaine, Blaine—I—” She had no more words. His cock was hard and his fingers soft.
              She came, so hard and fast, that she had to bite her arm to keep from screaming. She looked up at his face, the contorting mouth, the drops of sweat pouring off his nose.  South Florida in the summer meant sweat when you’re standing still, much less making love. He gasped. “Mia—you’re so beautiful. I can’t take it. I’m going to come—“

             
“Yes—” she said, and to her own disbelief she added, “Come inside me. Explode inside me.”

             
He did. He cried out into her thick black hair. “Baby, oh my god.”

             
He collapsed onto her for a moment, before propping himself on one elbow. “Amazing. You were more amazing than I imagined. “

             
Suddenly, and without warning, Mia realized what she was doing. She’d just had sex, on a boat, with a virtual stranger. A stranger who knew her boyfriend had just ditched her, and who had seen her puking her guts up the day before. What was this, a charity fuck?
              “Did that feel as amazing to you as it did to me?” Blaine asked.

             
She pushed him off her and stood.
              “What’s wrong?” he asked.

             
She grabbed for her purse. “What’s wrong? How about all of this?”

             
“I don’t understand. Where are you going?” He stood and yanked his pants back into place.

             
Oh my god, thought Mia. He never even took his pants off. She felt like a total whore. Her inability to find her panties didn’t help the situation. She spun around, looking for neon pink cotton amongst the boat’s gray and blue upholstery. She finally located the elusive underwear, but she spilled her purse on the floor. Her makeup and pens and random hair accessories spilled out, along with her wallet. The wallet opened and spewed change and credit cards everywhere. “Damnit!” she said.

             
“Hey—hey, calm down.”

             
She shook her head. “No—this was a mistake. I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

             
“It’s okay. I mean, you’re right. Maybe we should have waited but—” He touched her arm. “It would have happened eventually.”
              “How?” She glared at him. “I wouldn’t have ever seen you again.”

             
“I have your number, from the booking. I was going to call you. I wanted to see you again.”

             
“Right, because I was so alluring yesterday. Puking and crying. And you thought I was some kind of pampered princess anyway. A guy like you needs a tomboy, not a girl like me.”

             
She stuffed her belongings into her purse, including her underwear. “No!” Blaine said. “Mia—please. You were adorable, crying and even puking.” He laughed, and she crossed her arms over her chest and shuddered in mortification.

             
“I’m sorry—that wasn’t what I meant to say. And I thought you were brave and tough, coming out on the boat even though you didn’t want to.”

             
For a moment, Mia almost believed him. Then she took in his chiseled jaw and perfect hair, his tall, buff frame and his dapper English smile. How many other women had come before her? She stalked out of the cabin, managed to get over the boat rail without flashing the entire marina, and went home.

*

Blaine Daniels had never been so abruptly dismissed in his life. Not by colleagues or friends and certainly not by a woman. He had an early charter the next morning, so he decided to sleep on the boat. He stripped down to his boxer briefs and lay down on the tiny bed where he’d made love to Mia Tennyson. He couldn’t sleep, and not just because the cabin was as hot and humid as a sauna. He could smell Mia’s perfume on the pillow. He pressed his face into it. Something tickled his nose. A long dark brown hair.

What had happened? He’d had plenty of quick seductions in his past. Most of the women lingered around, to the point that he was the one making excuses to get rid of them. Not that he wanted to engage in casual flings, but he needed sex as much as any man, if not more. Experience had taught him that he got a lot less trouble if he kept things simple.

He shook his head. He didn’t want to think about any of that. It was too painful. He picked up his phone. He ignored the list of missed called and texts, and deleted four voicemails without listening to them. He pulled up Mia’s phone number.

Text or call?
he wondered.

He remembered her disgust at her ex-boyfriends text dismissal. His finger hovered over the voice call option, and then he set the phone down. Maybe she just needed some time to think it over. Maybe she’d turn up tomorrow.

He thrashed and rolled, but he couldn’t get the image of her out of his mind. Her long eyelashes and dimples. Her muscular legs… she must run, or go to spinning classes… or something. And on top of it all, her ass. Perfectly round and just enough to fit one cheek firmly in his big hands. He hadn’t had a chance to pull her on top of him. To hold onto her bottom and look up at her breasts while she rode him…

“
Damnit,” he said out loud. “Four in the morning is coming early.” He looked down at his hard cock pushing against his boxers. Sweat ran down his stomach.
She’s a woman
, he thought. A stunningly beautiful one, but he’d been with beautiful women before. Something about Mia Tennyson wouldn’t let him rest. Maybe it was her honest vulnerability, or the flash of spirit she’d shown in coming out on the fishing trip. She’d shown that spirit again when she walked out on him. Whatever it was, he wasn’t getting any sleep until he at least tried to talk some sense into her.