Page 4 of Big Catch
Was?
I mean, I am happy to play along. It’s just that right now I want to play along with Alyssa.
I set the buckets on the shore and take the net in with me. We slog through the slimy mud packed with clams, until we’re just above our knees. I turn and watch the older couple carefully to make sure they are steady on their feet, but they seem to be doing just fine.
“Okay, so we ferret the clams out with our feet. Like this.” I dig my toes through the marsh and pull out a clam. I bend to retrieve it and hold it up. “Simple really. Okay, everyone dig your toes in, put what you find in the buckets, or this net, and tonight when we get back, we’ll feast on clams, and I’ll teach you how to make cockle water.”
“Eww,” one of Josie’s friends says, “this is disgusting.” The three other girls join the chorus of revulsion, and it’s all I can do not to roll my eyes. Why, again, is it I go for girls like them? Oh right, for sex with no expectations. But that’s all I want with Alyssa, right? Unlike Tyler, I’m not getting played out or looking to settle down.
I glance at the sexy doctor, who is deep in concentration and not complaining at all. I grin, liking that about her. She might be a big-city doctor, but she certainly doesn’t shy away from getting dirty and trying new things.
Getting dirty and trying new things.
Fuck, I wish my mind hadn’t gone there. A sound catches in my throat as my cock thickens.
“Something funny?” she asks and wobbles a bit.
I slide my arm around her waist and hold her until she’s steady again. “Nope, nothing at all.”
“I can’t find any.”
I pull a few more out and hold them out for her to see. “There’s plenty.”
She arches one brow. “What are you, a clam whisperer or something?”
I laugh and feel another clam beneath my feet. “Put your foot here,” I say. Her toes slide over mine, and I move foot away, even though I’d love to play footsies a little longer.
Her eyes go wide. “I feel it.”
Yeah, me too.
She digs around and wobbles again, so I once again slide my arm around her waist to balance her. The contact fuels the need inside me. “It’s hard.”
No kidding.
“Harder than it looks.”
Oh, she has no idea.
“I…I got it,” she says excitedly and reaches below the water to pull out a clam. She holds it up like it’s a prized possession.
“See, not so hard.”
“Wait, I think I found another.” She ferrets another one out and holds it up, a big smile on her face. “I have no equal,” she teases, the tension ebbing from her body, and I fucking love seeing her like this. Back in the ER, she was so overworked she looked like she was ready to crash. Too bad she didn’t give me the opportunity to help ease that tension then. I had plenty of ideas. Still do.
She digs around for another cockle. Water and mud splash onto her face, but she ignores it and pulls out a third. With a fistful of cockles, she holds them up. “Take that, clam whisper.”
Grinning, I shake my head. “Looks like you’re going to have the big catch of the day.” I put my hand on her cheek to brush away the streak of mud. She sucks in a breath at my touch, and her flesh turn a pretty shade of pink. Damn that’s sexy.
“What…what are you doing?”
“You have a bit of mud on your face.” I swipe it away.
“Thanks.” I keep my hand on her face and stroke her soft skin, and she blinks up at me, desire reflecting in her eyes. Jesus, she’s feeling this thing between us every bit as much as I am.
“You do, too.” She goes up on her tiptoes and wipes a muddy hand across my face.
“Hey,” I say, and she laughs.
