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YOU belong to me, Leo."
The
voice spilled over him like liquid silk, the man's face a dark shadow
in the twilight. Leo lowered his head to nuzzle the hairless balls, to
drink in the rich, hypnotic scent he craved. Under his palms, strong
thigh muscles tensed, moving under sweat-soaked skin. Leo moved his
mouth, pressing kisses up his lover's long, hard shaft. Strong fingers
twisted in Leo's hair, dragging his mouth to the weeping slit.
"Open your mouth. Suck me." The deep, sensual voice commanded.
Leo
swiped his tongue across the tip, the familiar, rich, musky flavor
bursting across his tongue. His heart clenched. He loved this man with a
soul-destroying passion. This man completed him. His dream lover, his
ultimate fantasy. Leo moaned in bliss. He couldn't wait to taste him
again and lunged forward to slide his tongue across the velvet shaft.
I don't know your name. Tell me your name.
The
bed began to lurch and roll. The dream faded and he awoke achingly hard
and frustrated. Damn it. Why do I always have the same dream?
"Winds of up to one hundred and fifty miles an hour . . . ."
Leo Marshall lifted the baseball cap off his eyes and yawned. What was that?
Stretching,
he eased out of the chair and moved to the edge of the boat to pull in
his fishing rod. The balmy summer day had vanished, hidden behind a
violent, black storm front. Clouds of every shade of grey charged across
the sky. An icy wind cut through his t-shirt and whipped the once
glassy blue ocean into angry white caps. In the distance, lightning
illuminated flashes of the coastline, misshapen behind a wall of
torrential rain.
Fuck.
Leo secured his belongings and ducked inside the cabin. On the two-way,
he could hear the Coastguard giving out warnings. He radioed in his
details and position.
"You
won't make it to Harper's Peak. Didn't you hear the warnings?" came the
response. "You will have to try and ride it out. We have your position.
Do you have a satellite beacon?"
Leo ran a hand through his hair. He'd ridden out many storms
and his boat was well equipped to handle a storm front. "Yes, I do,
thank God."
The
Coastguard signed off and Leo stood transfixed, watching the sea join
the inky blue of the sky and close in around him, plunging him into
twilight. The Laura Jane rolled and dipped, huge waves crashing over her
bow. Leo dragged on his life jacket and pulled his way to the stern to
up anchor. Wind tore off his baseball cap; it dragged his long hair from
its binding and whipped it across his eyes. Brushing at his face, he
looked up at the savage sky; his eyes widened. "Holy fuck."
Highlighted by blanket lightning, a funnel rose from the
sea. The awesome beast swirled high into the clouds and danced across
the ocean like a giant hydra. Long trails of water undulated from its
twisting neck with gaping maws. The wind roared, lashing salty rain into
his face and tearing at his clothes with icy fingers. Leo dropped the
anchor on the deck and battled his way back to the cabin. I have to get
out of here. He depressed the start button on the engine, once, twice.
Nothing.
He ran his arm over his face, swiping at the seawater stinging his eyes, and depressed the button again. "Come on girl."
The
motor caught and burst into life. Leo laughed in triumphant desperation
and fought frantically to turn the craft around. A great surge of white
water picked up the Laura Jane and dragged the small craft up to the
crown of a gigantic wave. Leo clung to the wheel, water swirling in the
cabin up to his knees. The boat hovered on the crest then surfed down
the shimmering wall at world record speed. Leo looked down the face of
the twenty-foot wave and gasped. I'll never out run it.
The
boat crashed into the foaming water, bobbing like a cork. It lurched to
one side and the crab basket and fishing tackle slammed against Leo's
legs. In his hands, the slippery wheel fought against him, spinning one
way and then the other. The bow dipped sharply and the propeller broke
free of the waves, the engine screaming in protest. The sea roared its
discontent, and before him, a whirlpool opened up, a giant vortex
sucking everything into oblivion.
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